Goodnight Moon* (Shivaree)
читать дальшеThere's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns
When you're gone
There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't stand
What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
Well goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say
Goodnight moon
There's a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbour and he's been watching me
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall
Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
I just hate to be all alone
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say
Goodnight moon
Well you're up so high
How can you save me
When the dark comes here
Tonight to take me up
To my front walk
And into bed where it kisses my face
And eats my head
Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say
Goodnight moon
No it won't be too soon 'til I say
Goodnight moon
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Toy Boy (Mika)
I'm a wind up toy
in an up-down world
if you leave me all alone
I'll make a mess for sure
I've a heart of gold
in the smallest size
leave me in the dark
you never hear me cry
more than an illustration
points of articulation
come to life on a brass spring
such a wonderful plaything
it's a cruel cross
that I have to bear
if you come a little close
I'm going to pull your hair
more than just a toy
in a patched blue suit
when you hold me in your arms
I'm just a boy like you
but your momma thought
there was something wrong
didn't want you sleeping
with a boy too long
It's a serious thing
in a grown-up world
maybe you'd be better
with a Barbie girl
you knew that
I adored ya
but you left me in Georgia
toys are not sentimental;
how could i be for rental?
she's the meanest hag
that has ever been
pulled out my insides
with an old safety pin
I'm the sorest sight
now i feel like trash
clothes are made of rags
and they don't even match
so she dressed me up
as the man she loved
and threw me in a box
when she had had enough
now the light of day
I no longer see
she stuck her voodoo pins
where my eyes used to be
accidentally tragic
victim of her black magic
had a boy once who loved me
now he's so afraid of me
on a long lost day
when you're grey and old
you'll be there remembering
your old toy boy
when your only son's
wondering what to be
tell him the story of
a boy like me