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Meteorologist Ray Vance says it's raining
in Singapore.
And somewhere up there penguins march to the
crackle of the frozen tundra.
I n the middle Nubian dancing girls sway in
the breeze
Their purple skin shining in the brilliant
moonlight.
And down there in the darkness of Northern
India
The last right of suttee silences the muffled
sobs of a forgotten bride.
Meanwhile the whole damn board game spins
around...spins around..spins around
But I'm stuck here.
Where nothing moves.
Nothing changes.
Everything stays the same.
Frozen.
And I'm numb!
I don't feel anything at all.
It's a beautiful day.
The sun shines brightly.
People smile and greet each other warmly.
But I'm neither here nor there, there nor
here
A black cloud winks knowingly from the corner
of the sky.
And destiny is blocked by the shade of a wandering
specter
Don't stand in my way.
I think I might have a job to do!
It's time to roll up my shirt sleeves.
Pick myself up by my socks.
And get down to business, fall on the ground....
And a little bit of stress is good for you
sometimes.
Like a glass of red wine on an empty stomach
as evening falls
But I'm not like that any more......
People change
People change
People really do change
But when I lay down to sleep in my lonely
room.
The specters whisper their morbid echoes.
Their litany -my list of crimes.
Because your are an asshole
You're so weak
You don't care about anyone except yourself
And penance is just another way to hate yourself!
The bright sun burns lines into our faces.
Bleaching our hair a pale shade of gray.
But nothing ever changes.
Nothing moves.
Everything stays the same.
I hate you.
I've never loved anyone as much as I've loved
you
I've never hated anyone as much as I've hated
you
I've never felt such tenderness as I felt
with you
I've never felt such anger as I felt for you.
I never want to talk to you again.
I don't want you in my life.
The doors still open..I guess
And penance is just another way to hate yourself!
I don't believe in anything!
I can dance!
I can do a funny walk!
Do you wanna seem me dance?
Arrrrghj!
YIYIYIYIYI!
Do you love me?
I love you...believe in me.
Don't touch me. (Touch me)
Don't get to close, (come near)
Don't touch me (please)
I don't want no arms around me.
And sometimes a little stress is good for
you!
And everything is coming roses!
Far back in the jungles of Indonesia...the
monkey god still reigns supreme
And the old folks in Guatemala still believe
they are the children of the weasel
In Vatican city the exorcism is rarely spoken
of.
But I know the truth of these things
And dreamers rarely lie.
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