Return From The Ashes

Directed by J. Lee Thompson, 1965

In Paris, a Polish gigolo marries a rich Jewish doctor (Ingrid Thulin) and stands to inherit her estate when she is deported to Dachau after the outbreak of WWII. She returns sometime after the war to find that he's with her daughter Fabienne (Samantha Eggar). And she being a selfish, bitter, heartless bitch considers murdering her mother to get her greedy little hands on the fortune she has inherited. But then Stanislaus Pilgrin (Maximilian Schell) has a better idea: drown her in the bath and execute her plot. Thankfully, she is saved by her senior doctor (Herbert Lom) just in the nick of time. And Pilgrin is stunned. The film is based on a novel by French crime writer Hubert Monteilhet, adapted for film by prolific screenwriter Julius J. Epstein.

Nothing's the Same

~ Gary Moore ~ 

2002

Another time, another place. 

The lonely streets where we embraced. 

Then you would go without a trace. 

Nothing's the same without you. 

Another day goes passing by. 

I sit alone and wonder why. 

Sometimes it's hard, but I will try 

to live my life without you. 

You're in my heart, you're in my dreams. 

You're everywhere or so it seems. 

So many times I've heard that song. 

Hold back the tears, pretend you're strong. 

Another day goes slowly by. 

I sit alone and wonder why. 

I think of you, I start to cry. 

Nothing's the same without you. 

Another time, another place. 

The sweetness of our last embrace. 

What would I give to see your face. 

Nothing's the same without you. 

Nothing's the same, 

nothing's the same, 

nothing's the same without you.

(Who understands - will understand)

Tears (Fantazia Version)

 · Dead Man's Chest · 

Tears by Man Ray

Rosegarden Funeral Of Sores

John Cale, 1979

Virgin Mary was tired

So tired

Tired of listening to gossip

Gossip and complaints

They came from next door

And a bewildered stream of chatter

From all sorts of

All sorts of

Untidy whores

Came from next door

Came from next door

But some men are chosen from the rest

But their disappointment runs with their guests

Never would be invited to the funeral rosegarden

But their choice don't seem to matter

They got swollen breasts and lips that putter

And their choice of matter and their scream of chatter

Is just a little parasitic scream of whores

Screaming whores

In the rosegarden funeral of sores

Virgin Mary was tired

So tired of listening to gossip

Gossip and complaints

In the

In the

Rosegarden

Rosegarden funeral of sores

Bauhaus Cover

Bonus

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Awesome film noir directed by Fritz Lang, 1945

A toast...

to death

And not coming back to Earth