Muscari is a genus of perennial bulbous plants native to Eurasia that produce spikes of dense, most commonly blue, urn-shaped flowers resembling bunches of grapes in the spring. The common name for the genus is grape hyacinth (a name which is also used for the related genera Leopoldia and Pseudomuscari, which were formerly included in Muscari). Other common names are baby's breath and bluebell, although these are also used for other plants, particularly Gypsophila and Hyacinthoides respectively. A number of species of Muscari are used as ornamental garden plants.
The genus Muscari originated in the Old World, including the Mediterranean basin, central and southern Europe, northern Africa, western, central and south-western Asia. It has become naturalized elsewhere, including northern Europe and the United States.
Brian Mathew says that many species of grape hyacinths, including not only Muscari but also the related Leopoldia and Pseudomuscari, are difficult to distinguish. They usually have one or more narrow leaves which arise from a bulb. The flowers appear in the spring and form a spike or raceme, being held in a close or loose spiral around a central stalk. The flowers often become less tightly spaced as the flower matures. The flower colour varies from pale blue to a very dark blue, almost black in some cases (albino forms are also known). In some species the upper flowers may be of a different colour and shape to the lower flowers. Individual flowers are composed of six fused tepals forming a spherical to obovoid shape, constricted at the end to form a mouth around which the ends of the tepals show as small lobes or "teeth", which may be of a different colour to the rest of the tepal.
Nothing will change my mind,
I think I told you
Many things I was never shown,
I won't be like you
Many I'll never see, nobody told me
Want to throw my life down the drain,
And walk in the rain
Not a next day, only today
Not tomorrow, here and right now
I want to forget it, not think it over
I don't want to be a lawyer, only murderer
[Chorus:]
On the brink of madness
I'm with my back to the wall, but I'll be strong
Empty eyes, in anguish
Here today gone tomorrow, I'm getting cold
Not scared, just cold
I can't make up, for lost time now
Just look out which way the wind blows
For the last time, for the last day
No more to gain, madness remains
You can run, you can hide, be guilty or innocent
Try to scream and struggle
Wherever you go, it will find you someday
You can't paint the town red,
Be loaded or restitute
Try to leave and forget,
Whatever you do, it will find you someday
On the corner, two blocks away
From up above, close to you
You can move, heaven and earth,
Be a big name or small fry
Try to pray and repent