Music-Jon Dryden Lyrics-Toby Williams
Brother Sky music BMI/Songs by Rootie BMI
I feel your breath against my neck. Heave a sigh and I reflect, wonder what wonders my life has in store for me today? You press against me as we sway. Is this how I must begin my day? You're stepping on my foot! Please, get out of my way.
Mind, your mind, your mindlessness is driving me right out of my mind. At every stop you push right on, shove against the exiting throng. It won't leave without you, you colosal nit, you're dumbfounding me now. Forty-five minutes of starts and stops, locked in with these lobodimous fops. Just how many more rides will my sanity allow?
BIG TOP PARADE
Music and lyrics by Jon Dryden, Brother Sky music BMI
Come with me to where the circus hammers down. Out there by the dumpsters at the edge of town. Trapeze artists who will drink gin for days, midget wrestlers trying to bail hay. And the trained seal struts out, starting our big top parade.
Clowns appear with creepy made-up faces. They have been in certain uncouth places. Watch the strongman get his daily steroid fix, Old magicians with their banged up old tricks. And the trained seal struts out, starting our big top parade.
Up there in the sky, trapeze artists try to seem weightless in the air. It's a lot of fun, give them lots of rum, calm their nerves! It's so thrilling all the time, when you finally lose your mind. Here goes.
We must flee right now before all hell breaks loose. Grab a spike, run for your life, the bears are loose. Sunday morning will come terribly soon. Crowds are pouring under the pale yellow moon. And our scheme is complete Fires roaming the street. And our plan is well laid, for it's our big top parade.
Music and Lyrics - Tom Beckham, Absent Mallets Music BMI
I swim over to you and breathe the salty air through my tube and chew the elements of you. And break my heart in two shades of blue and I'll make a plan to escape by way of tracing in the sand. Your blue reflection thrills me through and through, on my deserted island on the moon.
There's an empty cocktail in my hand, a silent record player is the band, and you will dance at my command. and make this daydream spell a star that fell and I'll make a plan to escape by way of tracing in the sand. Your blue reflection thrills me through and through, on my deserted island on the moon.
Shooting stars and rocket cars, T.V. broadcasts the plan from Mars and aliens come to visit me for tea. But you couldn't swim, so it's here I watch the sand blow in the wind. Three lost at sea You were thrilled, he was ill, now there's me, to wait in the sand where my sand castle stands.
Alone without your kiss I couldn't stand. There's rocks and dust in the palm of my hand. Oh well, I'll just walk out of hell and find me somewhere swell. Maybe a room in Bates Motel.