Voices in my mind. Driving me insane. Visions of mutilation. Of all divine thoughts. Spreading chaos and death. Mass genocide. Seeking human beings. All are meant to die.
goddess of weather - spins her wool in my ear. gossip and woes of angels - i do hear. unknown vile i keep inside. dwindles and disappears - when she is by my side.
one man, a coward waiting for bliss. an open book lay with tattered pages never known. sweet fragance of depression like new. delicate aroma of slow death clings to the blind.
From this nightmare,. A deep breath. Helps me to sympathize,. Surrounded, by my present darkness,. A slight turn. Catch a glimpse on the wall. . Every night, I twist and hollar.
Crooked Jack. (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations). . Come on Irishmen both young and old. With adventure in your soul. There are better ways to spend your days.
Colonel Fraser (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson). The Big Parcel (R.S. MacDonald). Elzik's Farewell (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations).
Canadee-i-o. (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations). . It's of a fair and handsome girl. She's all in her tender years. She fell in love with a sailor boy.
She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask. I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now. You know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass.
No communication with you. Words don't believe the things they mean. Mean what you say, say who you are. . No communication with you. This silence is thick but listen close.
Male Voiceover: Birds in the sky (an eagle flies). Beasts on the land (a buffalo walks by). Fish in the sea (closeup of a fish face). And bugs in your hand (a hand holding a caterpiller).
Voice: In the early days of the West, the peaceful town of Sniddler's Gulch was threatened by one of the meanest desparados of all time, Cowboy X, a man who left his mark everywhere!.
We are a couple of grouches. Singing a wonderful song. Some of the notes are just perfect. But some of the notes are all wrong!. . La la-la la-la-la. La la-la la-la-la.
See a tree grow through the sidewalk. An amazing thing to see. In the city, through the sidewalk. Grows a country kind of tree. And the leaves go green in summer.
Counting is wonderful,. Counting is marvelous,. Counting's the best thing to do.. . Counting is happiness,. Counting is ecstasy,. I love to count, don't you?.
The Count: Oh, Count von Count's continuous country cookin' downhome diner. If you like home cookin' try it Transylvanian style. At Count von Count's continuous country cookin' downhome diner.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, a-oo doo-wah. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, a-oo doo-wah. Oh, baby count up to nine for me. Oh, baby count up to nine for me. Oh, baby count up to nine for me today.
The Count: Well your nose is one. Your eyes are two. Put them together. That makes three, it's true. With five fingers on each hand. You're a counting wonderland.