The spirit of Fatima still rules the Earth
She knows your future she knows what it’s worth
Sister Fatima has God-given powers
And on 42nd Street a shop that sells flowers
Is her palace
Come and be healed
“Sister Fatima”
by folksinger Don McLean
Our Lady showed us a great sea of fire which seemed to be under the earth. Plunged in this fire were demons and souls in human form, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, floating about in the conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames that issued from within themselves together with great clouds of smoke, now falling back on every side like sparks in a huge fire, without weight or equilibrium, and amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fear. The demons could be distinguished by their terrifying and repulsive likeness to frightful and unknown animals, all black and transparent.
The first secret of Fatima
was a vision of Hell
at Wikipedia
The real Eliza Doolittle sells flowers.
I mean the Shaw Eliza Doolittle.
The issue for Shaw was like life itself
but for the people producing the play
the issue was about selling tickets.
They changed Eliza into something else.
I mean the Shaw Eliza Doolittle.
The issue for Shaw was like life itself
but for the people producing the play
the issue was about selling tickets.
They changed Eliza into something else.
During the 1914 run, to Shaw's exasperation but not to his surprise, Tree sought to sweeten Shaw's ending to please himself and his record houses. Shaw returned for the 100th performance and watched Higgins, standing at the window, toss a bouquet down to Eliza. "My ending makes money, you ought to be grateful," protested Tree. "Your ending is damnable; you ought to be shot." Shaw remained sufficiently irritated to add a postscript essay, "'What Happened Afterwards," to the 1916 print edition for inclusion with subsequent editions, in which he explained precisely why it was impossible for the story to end with Higgins and Eliza getting married.
“Pygmalion”
by George Bernard Shaw
at Wikipedia
The real Eliza Doolittle sells flowers
in a different world not the world we’re in
and in the world we’re in our Eliza
talks with frightful and unknown animals
and light that seems to come from within us
makes everything transparent and we rise.
We have no weight or equilibrium.
I have no weight or equilibrium.
The real Eliza Doolittle sells flowers
something like a hippie in the real world
and I wish I could buy flowers from her shop
but in this world that is to say our world
Eliza talks very carefully too
but in this world our world our Eliza
talks with frightful and unknown animals
and they listen and they understand her.
Why would anyone think Hell isn’t real
when we watch transparent people make it
and talk about it very carefully
with frightful and unknown animals here?
in a different world not the world we’re in
and in the world we’re in our Eliza
talks with frightful and unknown animals
and light that seems to come from within us
makes everything transparent and we rise.
We have no weight or equilibrium.
I have no weight or equilibrium.
The real Eliza Doolittle sells flowers
something like a hippie in the real world
and I wish I could buy flowers from her shop
but in this world that is to say our world
Eliza talks very carefully too
but in this world our world our Eliza
talks with frightful and unknown animals
and they listen and they understand her.
Why would anyone think Hell isn’t real
when we watch transparent people make it
and talk about it very carefully
with frightful and unknown animals here?
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