When we were young we'd walk with our friends stare at the sun until the day ends Now they are gone and i walk alone now they are gone I am alone

I went to sea to pay for the Family I had that needed me And when I came in I was a little bit cranky My name is Melville. Herman Melville. The most boring author ever. Melville. I wrote some books and they failed My teeth gnashed and I wailed I became a customs agent Yet I did yearn again to sail My name is Melville. Herman Melville. The most boring author ever. Melville. I went to a Polynesian island Where cannibals were tryin' To eat my flesh I stole away on a boat to New York My name is Melville. Herman Melville. The most boring author ever. Melville. My name is Melville. Herman Melville. The most boring author ever. Melville.

He is a guy That doesn't want to have to die. He wants to live. But he can't, 'Cause people always set him on fire. They burn him up. In the end, He goes on living as he can. He is the Toff. He is the Toff.

As we walk through the trees of the willow, And we stand upon the hill If the need arises for a hero, Then I'll stand, and I'll fight, and I'll die

i'm a nail in a piece of wood i'm a nail in a piece of wood i'm a nail in a piece of wood i'm a nail in a piece of wood i'm a nail that is pierced into some wood i'm a nail so i'm doing the piercing Because i'm a nail being sharp is good sharpness allows me to pierce things i'm a nail in a piece of wood i'm a nail in a piece of wood i am the wood that is being pierced the nail i'm the wood and i'm just sitting it's not like i jumped onto the nail the nail started all the piercing i'm a nail in a piece of wood but i'd be the wood if i could

The wind pales in degree To the gales of the sea And I don't see how that matters Flies all around Flies on the ground Flies gonna get splattered Larva in the wood All I do I should Remove larva with a clatter Potatoes and gravy Ate too much maybe Roast meat on a platter

Making do with what I have, I construct a flying machine Its components fit real nice, they are green Flying around this empty sky, look at me Flew through a tunnel and I hit a tree

Watch them falling from the sky Searching for your open eye If they find you, look away Close your eyes, cause they will try To open up your eyes, open up your mind Open up your eyes and make you cry Open up your eyes, open up your mind Open up your eyes and make you blind They are the pennies in disguise They are the pennies of the skies They are the pennies in disguise They are the pennies of the skies See them circling round your head You'll be fine, just do what I said They're the copper birds of prey They won't leave until they've fed Open up your eyes, open up your mind Open up your eyes and make you cry Open up your eyes, open up your mind Open up your eyes and make you blind They are the pennies in disguise They are the pennies of the skies They are the pennies in disguise They are the pennies of the skies

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when i see a thing that i don't recognize i run and hide i try to get away i do this because the thing that i don't know it might be bad it might be good i really cannot say when i see a thing that i don't recognize i run and hide I try to get away i hate things that i don't know because you don't know what they'll do and maybe it will harm me in some way

The sun came out today It shined into my eyes and now I can't see The sun came out today Can you show me where to drive? It doesn't work by smell or sight Can you show me where to drive? I put my glasses on the steering wheel So that I could drive by feel Can you show me where to drive? Can you show me where to drive? I hit an octopus As I drove along the bush Can you show me where to drive? Can you show me where to drive? Can you show me where to drive? Can you show me where to drive? Can you show me where to drive?

I went walking today when to my dismay I noticed something that took my mind off the day.

She saw a light in the distance Its shimmering beauty slowly fading away She didn't know what it was She didn't want to know They put on the shingles first Most people argued over this But they were soon dispelled By the Shingle Master The Shingle Master walked onto the scene "You will put on the shingles first In this way, the ferret won't be scared of the roof As ferrets are wont to do."

ducks, etc.

I am a photographic memory man I have a photograph of you But what to do with it? I'm not quite sure The lower lip you bit On the Eastern shore In time people can drift away But still your picture does remain I am a photographic memory man I have a photograph of you But what to do with it? I'm not quite sure It's just the way you sit On that sandy floor In time people can drift away But still your picture is the same I am a photographic memory man I have a photograph of you I am a photographic memory man I'd rather have a real-life hue

The infantryman The infant tree The infantryman The infant tree He's green, I see. The infant tree He's green, I see. The infant tree He's green, I see. The infant tree They are, chasing me, They are, coming They are, chasing me, They are, coming They are, chasing me, They are, coming He grows in the ground With absolutely no sound Look for him in the dirt He is totally inert He's green, I see. The infant tree He's green, I see. The infant tree He's green, I see. The infant tree They are, chasing me, They are, coming They are, chasing me, They are, coming They are, chasing me, They are, coming When he was marching with the troop, He was not part of the loop He did the laundry every day But then he left the group and ran away He's green, I see. The infant tree He's green, I see. The infant tree He's green, I see. The infant tree They are, chasing me, They are, coming They are, chasing me, They are, coming They are, chasing me, They are, coming The infantryman The infant tree The infantryman The infant tree

62 up and 62 down Try to get to work this time around 62 up and 62 down Hope I'm not late to get to town Traffic and work on route 89 Gonna be late this one time Traffic and work on route 89 I can pick you up but not on time

Fingers come attached to hands Then at night, they roam the land Fingers live on hands in day Then at night, they walk away My finger hurts, my finger hurts because i have been playing for too long Finger versus centipedes Finger versus centipedes Yes, Finger versus centipedes Finger versus centipedes What do you get when you take one apart? Bones and things and little finger parts The other one is kinda gross Because it lives inside my house Finger versus centipedes Finger versus centipedes Yes, Finger versus centipedes Finger versus centipedes Fingers come and attack the centipedes Centipedes say "help us please" They are our enemies

i walked around for a 100 hundred years never knowing who i was until i found the note under my bed

i fell today and hit my head it hurt kinda bad and now i'm dead now it is the end of the day in hot water on the floor i lay thank you, Wolfgang Senff thank you, Wolfgang Senff I'm not too swift tonight as i lay staring into the light "come to me" said a voice "now is the time to make your choice" it was Wolfgang Senff it was Wolfgang Senff

Watch and see as I hit the bee Standing next to me I became a Child prodigy Rode my bike and I hit a car Then I hit the tar From afar I Helped to stop a war Said goodbye to the guy I know Pushed him in the snow It was so my Bones began to grow

Madame and Monsieur, I salute you Hats off to the both of you Welcome to the way Have you had a nice day? It is a sunny day Now it's time to eat some hay. Welcome to the way It is a sunny day Now is the time to eat some hay Hats off to the both of you It is a sunny day Madame and Monsier, I salute you Have you had a nice day?

The Great Melting I am a snowman I don't like the Great Melting Because I am a snowman I don't know what you're doing but I'm going canoing I don't know what you're saying But I'll thank you anyway And then we can leave this place of the Great Melting I'll kill all the people (no!) Who cause the Great Melting I'll kill all.... No one will survive, this will be the end of all mankind The end of all mankind No one will survive this is the end of all mankind I am a snow man No one will survive this is the end of all mankind I am a snowman No one will survive this is the end of all mankind No one will survive this is the end of all mankind, this is the end, the end, the end I am a snowman and

Christmas time is on our roof Now it's time to hear the truth Listen to the bells and hooves I say It is a horse-drawn sleigh Mrs. Grundy drawing near See the children hide in fear She has a knife and a gun Christmas has come to everyone Bar your windows and your door Mrs. Grundy's back from war Bar your windows and your door 'Cause Mrs. Grundy's back from war!

I woke today. I woke today and you were gone. I went outside. Went outside and you were on my lawn. Got in my car. Got in my car and drove away. I told myself. Told myself that you'd be okay. Yesterday. Yesterday you drove at night. You drove your car. You drove your car without head lights. The guy in front. The guy in front thought you were crazy. But it turns out. It turns out that you were just lazy. You came to me. You came to me for advice. I just said. I just said that you were nice. So you stayed. So you stayed over with me. That is the end. That is the end don't you see?

Not that long ago there was a lonely bean who sat alone in a parlor shop, dreaming that one day he would unlock that blissful stock Time after time he was embroiled in a love affair to which there was no end in sight. To his girl he said, "with this smuffin I thee wed" But she replied, "no sir, for I am in love with the flea" Bean the Spleen went to the flea and noticed the lock on the block It was what he had looked for all along It emcompassed his passions, desires, and of course his expedient love for that he did not know He opted to run away, which ultimately was his forever foray into madness No no you can't rub the bean No no you can't rub the bean Though he lies only in a pile of his own sweet nectar night after night He tries to fight his own plight against the block Night turns to day Day turns to night Night turns to a fiery abyss where time is of no essence As Bean the Spleen fled to the block the fiery abyss encompassed that which he desired, and lacked. With a short ponderance he embraced what he once feared -- the lock! He took his smuffin and rammed it into the flea Then threw him into the sea of fire to get what he desired With fists of fury little miss girly ran to him But he didn't heed to throw the block at the woman he didn't love Then the lock blew off and out came a spiraling orb that spoke the bean's oath: No no you can't rub the bean No no you can't rub the bean Though he lies only in a pile of his own sweet nectar night after night He tries to fight his own plight against the block But now there is no block Just this blissful stock, that being timed by a clock And when the bean's time was done, the stock was locked inside the block And now the clocks counts down to the bean's death