UNTO "PIECES OF THE NIGHT" DREAMS WITHIN SACRED PASSIONSWORD ARENA *MEMORIES ETERNALLY GIVEN FORTH* IN MEMORIAM TO DOUG HOPKINS

GIVEN FORTH IN MEMORY
TO THAT DISTANT LONG REMEMBERED
"PIECES OF THE NIGHT" ENCOUNTER
IN FRIENDSHIP, STRENGTH & HONOR
WITH DOUG HOPKINS JANUARY 11, 1987

"PIECES OF THE NIGHT"
Well is it any wonder that
the stars just don't rush by
When you're only doin' 60
through this oh-so-vacant night

But it's lacking something big this time
What the hell did you expect to find
Aphrodite on a barstool by your side

Twelfth night we go
After something everyone should know
Somewhere in the distance out of sight...

Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night...

And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd
If you let your feet get trampled on
When the music is that loud

But you wanted to be where you are
But it looked much better from afar
A hillside in shadow
Between the people and the stars

Twelfth night we go
After something everyone should know
Somewhere in the distance out of sight...

Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night...

It seems so distant
But still only half the night away
Where notions between your questions come too
Is it any wonder where
The pieces of the night have been...

SO THUS "COME & SEE ONE & ALL...
THE PASSIONSWORD ARENA IS THUS GIVEN FORTH
IN SACRED STRENGTH & HONOR TO THE WONDROUS
"PIECES OF THE NIGHT" MEMORIES OF DIVINE
FRIENDSHIP & IN MEMORIAM TO MY GOOD FRIEND
DOUG HOPKINS R.I.P. Douglas Hopkins
Born April 11, 1961
Origin: Tempe, Arizona
Died December 5, 1993 (aged 32)

ONCE AGAIN DEDICATED TO...
MY FRIEND DOUG HOPKINS
WHO THEY MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD

THUS AN ETERNAL "TILL I HEAR IT FROM YOU"
OUT FROM THE GRAVE OF THE PAST
"BLOOD ROSE* GIVEN FORTH IN MEMORY
TO MY DEAR FRIEND DOUG HOPKINSI know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
Know who put the bodies in the wishin' well
Soon as they were gone me and Tom got down

Prayin' real hard that we wouldn't make a sound
Runnin; through the woods back to Uncle Tom' shack
Where the full moon shines throught the roof tile cracks
Oh my God Tom who re we gonna tell
The sheriff belongs in a prison cell
Keep your mouth shut that's what we're gonna do
Unless you wanna wind up in the wishin' well too.

I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
Know who put the bodies, know who
put the bodies in the wishin' well

Momento Mori
IN MEMORIUM TO DANNY CASOLARO (english)
by Arena of Vengeance 7:32pm Fri Aug 3 '01
http://www.indymedia.org/front.php3?article_id=56969

IN MEMORIUM TO DANNY CASOLARO (english)
by Arena of Never Forgotten Memories 12:16pm Wed Feb 20 '02
http://www.indymedia.org/front.php3?article_id=138085&group=webcast
NOW ONCE AGAIN THE TIME HAS COME ...
TO BE SIGNING OFF IN PROFOUND SADNESS
& IN DEEPEST BITTER SWEET SORROW UNTO
ETERNAL "PIECES OF THE NIGHT" MEMORIES
~ GLADIATOR ZERO ~THUS MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU ALWAYS

Signed Gladly, Sadly & Tragically
At The Silent PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Over Bitter Sweet Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWord