If magic is all we've ever know. Then it's easy to miss what really goes on. But I've seen miracles in every way. And I see miracles everyday. Oceans spanning beyond my sight.
Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face. It's telling me I don't belong with the human race. He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep. I give him my soul, my body he can keep.
(In my minds eye ). you throw wickedness at me. im just a toy to you. i bring no real joy to you. the way i see it, you dont want me here no more. you want a hole in my forehead.
Do another one here.....this is my version of Jimmy Buffett's Magaritaville. Little different tho we had to bring it to the '90s you know...somewhat. It's now called Marijuanaville goes like this..
Welcome... to the Madhouse.... Here ghost wail and moan. Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit). Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech N9ne).
He he he. Oh shit he's here. Hi. Hi ya doing. Is this the right place for that furniture ahh. Yeah sure is come on in. Pretty nice place you got here cobwebs are a nice touch so that's the couch eh.
Mad Professor. . (Violent J). I was never popular, this I'll admit, fuck school never liked me, Goo!. All the kids would always beat me, until I'm half-dead.
Drums in my heart are drummin'. I hear the bagpipes hummin'. My Bonnie Lassie's comin' over the sea. My heart with her she's bringin'. I hear the blue bells ringin'.
Melodie d'amour, take this song to my lover. Shoo shoo little bird, go and find my love. Melodie d'amour, serenade at her window. Shoo shoo little bird, sing my song of love.
Morning sun. Morning sun. Morning sun. Watch you morning sun. . Morning sun. Morning sun. Morning sun. Watch you morning sun. . Morning sun. Morning sun.
Maria.... . The most beautiful sound I ever heard:. Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria . . .. All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word . .. Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria . . ..
Behold the way our fine feathered friend. His virtue doth parade. Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend. The picture thou hast made. Thy vacant brow, and thy tousled hair.
I took one look at you. That's all I meant to do. And then my heart stood still. . My feet could step and walk. My lips could move and talk. And yet my heart stood still.
Summer journeys. To Niagara. And to other places. Aggravate all our cares. We'll save our fares. . I've a cozy little flat. In what is known as old Manhattan.
Waking skies. At Sunrise,. Ev'ry sunset too,. Seems to be. Bringing me. Memories of you.. . Here and there,. Ev'rywhere,. Scenes that we once knew,. And they all.
[Verse 1]. See you don't wanna tussle. If you got it, you should show somethin'. And it's all about the muscle. Yeah, so we ride it like a Mach One. It's all out of time [?].