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Diamanda Galas - My World Is Empty Without You
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Diamanda Galas - Deliver Me From Mine Enemies
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Diamanda Galas - Litanies of Satan
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Diamanda Galas - Let My People Go
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Diamanda Galas - Double-Barrel Prayer
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Diamanda Galas - Gloomy Sunday
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Diamanda Galas - You Must Be Certain Of The Devil
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Diamanda Galas - 8 Men And 4 Women
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Diamanda Galas - Birds Of Death
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Diamanda Galas - I Put A Spell On You
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Diamanda Galas - Si La Muerte
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Diamanda Galas - Abel Et Cain
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Diamanda Galas - Artemis
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Diamanda Galas - At The Dark End Of The Street
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Diamanda Galas - Autumn Leaves
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Diamanda Galas - Baby's Insane
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Diamanda Galas - Blind Man's Cry
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Diamanda Galas - Confessional
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Diamanda Galas - Cris D'Aveugle
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Diamanda Galas - Cunt
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Diamanda Galas - Dancing in the dark
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Diamanda Galas - Do I See A light
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Diamanda Galas - Do You Take This Man?
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Diamanda Galas - Down So Low
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Diamanda Galas - Epistle To The Transients
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Diamanda Galas - Frenzy
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Diamanda Galas - Heauton Timoroumenos (self Tormentor)
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Diamanda Galas - Heaven Have Mercy
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Diamanda Galas - How Shall Our Judgement Be Carried Out Upon The Wicked
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Diamanda Galas - I Shall Not Fear
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Diamanda Galas - I Wake Up And See The Face Of The Devil
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Diamanda Galas - I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
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Diamanda Galas - Insane Asylum
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Diamanda Galas - Interlude (Time)
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Diamanda Galas - Iron Lady
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Diamanda Galas - Judgement Day
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Diamanda Galas - L'Heautontimioroumenos
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Diamanda Galas - Last Night You Came Back
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Diamanda Galas - Les Litanies de Satan
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Diamanda Galas - Let Us Praise the Masters of Slow Death
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Diamanda Galas - Let's Not Chat About Despair
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Diamanda Galas - Long Black Veil
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Diamanda Galas - Malediction
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Diamanda Galas - Nomen Exterminus
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Diamanda Galas - O, Death
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Diamanda Galas - Old Dogbone
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Diamanda Galas - Orders From The Dead
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Diamanda Galas - Panopticon
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Diamanda Galas - Seance
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Diamanda Galas - See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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Diamanda Galas - Sevda Zinçiri
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Diamanda Galas - Sex Is Violent
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Diamanda Galas - Smell
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Diamanda Galas - Solo L'Antichristo
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Diamanda Galas - Spider
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Diamanda Galas - Strange Hours
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Diamanda Galas - Supplica A Mia Madre
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Diamanda Galas - The Dance
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Diamanda Galas - The Desert
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Diamanda Galas - The Thrill Is Gone
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Diamanda Galas - Todesfugue
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Diamanda Galas - Tony
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Diamanda Galas - Vein
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Diamanda Galas - Were You A Witness
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Diamanda Galas - Were You There When They Crucified My Lord
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Diamanda Galas - What Is My Name
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Diamanda Galas - Why It's The Angel Of Death
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Diamanda Galas - Wild Women With Steaknives
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Diamanda Galas - Yes, I Like the T.V.
Let's Not Chat About Despair
Diamanda Galas
of karma or the punishment of God:
Do you fear the cages they are building
in Kentucky, Tennessee and Texas
while they're giving ten to forty years to find a cure?
Do you pray each evening out of horror
or of fear to the savage God
whose bloody hand
commands you now to die, alone?
Let's not chat about Despair.
Let's not chat about Despair.
Do you taste the presence of the living dead
while the skeleton beneath your open window
waits with arms outstretched?
Do you spend each night in waiting
for the Devil's little angels' cries
to burn you in your sleep?
Do you wait for miracles in small hotels
with seconal and compazine
or for a ticket to the house of death in Amsterdam?
Let's not chat about Despair.
Let's not chat about Despair.
Do you wait in prison for the dreadful day
the office of the butcher comes to carry you away?
Do you wait for saviors or the paradise to come in laundry rooms, in toilets, or in cadillacs?
Are you crucified beneath the life machines
with a shank inside your neck
and a head which blossoms like a basketball?
Let's not chat about Despair.
Let's not chat about Despair.
Do you tremble at the timid steps
of crying, smiling faces who, in mourning,
now have come to pay their last respects?
In Kentucky Harry buys a round of beer
to celebrate the death of Billy Smith, the queer,
whose mother still must hide her face in fear.
You who mix the words of torture, suicide and death
with scotch and soda at the bar,
we're all real decent people, aren't we,
but there's no time left for talk:
Let's not chat about Despair.
Let's not chat about Despair.
Let's not chat about Despair. Please
Don't chat about Despair.
