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Go to sleep and hush little darling.
It's time for bed, time to put out the light. Sweet dreams are awaiting behind your closed eyes and a blanket of night. Where the bed bugs don't bite. Go to sleep and hush until morning. You've said all your prayers. Time to make them come true. Don't worry your daddy is here If you need him tonight. Ease your mind. Rest your eyes and sleep tight. Goodnight. |
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She turned the nightlight on a blew him a kiss.
He stared back through is green crayola eyes. She traced his likeness from off the back of a disc. Next to the boxtop promise of the biggest prize. Joining a fan club with my friends. Filling our bathtubs with tee shirts and 8 x 10's. He looks so dreamy, I'm in love from afar. When I'm picking up a fallen star. Downstairs the late show's blasting 'age of the rock'. The greedy monks playin' last Sunday at the milky way. Mom's writing checks to the minister in the corner singing 'dig down deep'. 'Cause if you wanna go to heaven all you gotta so is pay to pray. Joining a fan club with my pen. Filling my bathtub with Holy water and amens. He looks so dreamy, I'm in love from afar. When I'm picking up a fallen star. Shake that woody. Shake it for me St. Pinocchio. You've paid your money, now watch that money grow. Joining a fan club, best be warned. He turns me on when he wears that lampshade corwn of thorns. We'd be so dreamy, Sharing his black caviar. While I'm picking up a fallen star. Joining a fan club is a big mistake. I still get heartburn when I think about all of the stamps I ate. I wished I'd loved him, Before fate crashed his car. Say a prayer for the fallen star. |
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Far behind the forest of flying paper aeroplanes
Grazing on the grounds of ponytails The substitute is counting down her ticks till recess Hammering down to size her fingernails Because today's the day sebrina builds her box lunch buffet Kool-aid, sandwiches and chips for all the shoulders Lunch is on the table soon dessert is on the floor, singing... So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene... So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene... Chesney's looking dapper in his brand new dunce cap Strolling down the runway to an "F" (never has he ever looked this lovely) With all the others watching Eating paste and plato (the one and only) He fights the urge to run and kiss the chef But she's a lovetarian especially in the form of puppies So he keeps his elbows off her table But spills the beans That he loves the girl behind the boysenberry punch (Sebrina) So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene ... (Our lady of the jabberwock) So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene (I live to smell her tulips talk) So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene (The hostess for the Show and Tell, the shepherdess of the muscatel flock) Lunchbox, hopsctoch on the rocks With spitballs, pratfalls, alcohol Sebrina ... |
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Curtain opens, spotlights the gentleman
Signing his love letter "Best wishes, Simpleton" Dialog swam from his pen like pollywogs He knew better that perfume was gravity Pulling him closer to what could be tragedy Love is blind, deaf and dumb, but never mind You better catch me when I fall I'm on my roller skates 'Cause any ole way that I fall I land in your arms even though it's wrong 'Cause I love my new mistake Intermission gave way to a miracle The birth of an accident grew to a spectacle That couldn't wait The mother was three weeks late So Father Mason clutching his crucifix Baptized the baby in whiskey and licorice What a lovely way Drowning sins in tooth decay Looks like our hero's gonna fall The bough's about to break 'Cause any ole way that I fall I'll be in your arms as we lie awake With our lovely new mistake You better catch me when I fall My sugar trampoline 'Cause any ole way that I fall I land in your arms even though it's wrong 'Cause I love my new mistake The ending turned tragic when many years later The baby had grown up and married a pop singer I guess it was her turn to make (her first mistake) Any ole time at all Any ole way that I fall Any ole time at all Any ole way that I fall Any ole time at all Any ole way that I fall I just lie awake with my new mistake |
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In the breathless hush of four a.m.
In the dark sits a sad cliche Cloaked in the navy blue Of slowly fading stars Tell me how this came to be Sleeplessness talk to me She'd say over and over again Fumbling through a cut-glass vase Passing lipstick, cotton spools Burning jealous pictures of marriages Of friends You never asked to be The glutton of sympathy She says over and and over That this is the end 'Cause I see it in your eyes What you don't know, time to let go I see it in your eyes There is so much more out there to be learned Such mournful words On this white snow vacant page All the lessons that she learns She packs away Will you never cease to be The glutton of sympathy She writes over and over Again That's when I see it in your eyes What you don't know, time to let go I see it in your eyes There is so much more out there to be learned Tossing, turning, roll away Indecision, won't you ever make up your mind Lifetime, nighttime, wake the day 'Cause tomorrow will see If you've had your fill of sympathy Will you never cease to be The glutton of sympathy Oh, don't you know the stars are all fading Let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile |
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heal me darling
pleaded the playboy bedroom eyes grace your sunshine till everyithing's ok, alright, fine what's hers is his cause everything is forgiven forgiven though he soured the milk of human kindness all is forgiven (all is forgiven) truth and avarice encircle his words like a barberpole twisted and useless till they disappear in her camisole (goodnight alibi) throw away your daggers and pills cause everything's still forgiven forgiven though he bit off the nipple of human kindness all is forgiven hypocrite, four flusher, snake in the grass just a swindler and wolf in sheep's clothing, liar yes he tries to hide the cross he bears but splinters, like the truth have always risen all is forgiven though he shelters in the shade of the wings of a stool pigeon all is forgiven |
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i dreamt about a tranquil
sunday drive a sensory lullaby we trade the comic cartoons and magazines for pistons and gasolines we see the road from the bedside parked under the sunshine we feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside and take to the motorway watch the clouds turn into faces it's fun to play shift the gears for years and age a single day until we spill onto russian hill past cathedrals filled with god's favorite guests dirty hands feel clean dressed in their sunday best treeline villages oh so heavenly cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of jumper only eden is for millionaires watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play shift the gears for years and age a single day until we spill onto russian hill i'm pulling through the last stoplight we head home past the shoreline and through the rear view mirror it melts away till we're hopeless watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play we're hopeless we shift the gears for years and age a single day it fades away for like curtains close this sunset matinee a dream fulfilled on russian hill |
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Say goodnight, your song is through
Faint refrain we hardly knew Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when I hesitate Because all I can say is "too much, too little, too late" Farewell, you fool Spare me the punch line please, I learned it well at Sunday school Way back when all you loved was the grease paint, not the collection plate So much for the funny face Because all I can say is "too much, too little, too late" Remember when murder was only killing time And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine? What happened to the musketeers of chesterfields? Tobacco swords behind smoky shields Say goodnight (goodnight) Old song (so long) You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune) Faint refrain (refrain) Make room (so soon, so soon) For new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view) Spare me the vague, not-so-clever couplets The ones I would have loved when I was you 'Cause now all I can say is "too much, too little ..." And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight 'Cause all I can say is "too much, too little, too late" |
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