Midnight,
Not a sound from the pavement,
Has the moon lost her Memory?
After midnight, we gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, we gonna chugalug and shout.
Gonna stimulate some action,
We gonna get some satisfaction,
We gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, we gonna let it all hang down.
Aside to Beckdarek: You’ve inspired me to revisit Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, by T.S. Eliot. I will reread it tonight.
We are Siamese if you please.
We are Siamese if you don’t please,
We are former residents of Siam,
There are no finer cat than I am.
One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster,
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free,
You’ll find a god in every golden cloister,
And if you’re lucky then the god’s a she,
I can feel an angel sliding up to me.
No one on earth could feel like this
I’m thrown and overflown with bliss
There must be an angel playing with my heart
I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes boom
It’s an orchestra of angels and they’re playing with my heart
Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow go
Straight to my lover’s heart for me, for me
You’re my baby, you’re my pet
We fell in love on the night we met
You touched my hand, my heart went pop
Ooh, when we kissed I could not stop
Pringles.
Once you pop you can’t stop.
Round and 'round the mulberry tree,
The monkey chased the weasel
Where they stop nobody knows,
And POP goes the weasel
Everything that’s right is wrong again
You’re a weasel overcome with dinge
Weasel overcome but not before the damage done
The healing doesn’t stop the feeling
I can’t stop the feelin’
So just dance, dance, dance,
I can’t stop the feelin’
So just dance, dance, dance, come on.
Oh, I can’t fight this feeling any longer
And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow
What started out this friendship has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show
Now I told you so you ought to know
it takes some time for a feelin’ to grow
but you’re so close now I can’t let you go
and I can’t let go
With you I’m not shy, to show the way I feel
With you I might try, my secrets to reveal
For you are a magnet and I am steel
John Henry’s captain came to him
With fifty dollars in his hand,
He laid his hand on his shoulder and said:
“This belongs to a steel driving man.”
So hoist up the John B’s sail,
See how the main sail sets,
Call for the Captain ashore,
Let me go home, let me go home,
I want to go home.
Well I feel so broke up,
I want to go home.
I am 500 miles away from home.
The 500, the 500,
The greatest race of them all.
No matter what they take from me,
They can’t take away my dignity.
Because the greatest love of all,
Is happening to me.
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?