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Him and Me Me: Listen. Him: To what? Me; I don't know. Him; Then why did you tell me to listen? Me; To what? Him: You don't make any sense. Me: I can’t. Him: What? Me: Make cents. Him: Why not? Me: I haven't any money. Him: You’re still not making any sense. Me: Still don't have any money. Him: Shut up. Me: Okay. A long silence . Him shuffles his feet. Him looks into the distance. Him looks at his shoes, at Me, out into the audience.  Him begins to pace. Him’s agitation begins to show. Him takes off his hat and wipes his brow with his sleeve. Him looks at his sleeve. Him stomps up to Me. Me sits passively with no expres

Able MacGinty Olly McGroo Able MacGinty Olly McGroo Stands on his tip toes And is all of four foot two     He has teeny hairs in his nose     And, as well, in his ears     And, by golly, they wave when the wind blows He giggles in church And he burps when at school And if I remember correctly he farts with a lurch     When you ask him to sing     He will do it quite loud     But, you should know, the crystal will ping His has a voice that is so squeaky When you hear it at first It's really quite freaky     I don't know if you've witness his dance     But I must warn you in advance     He does his high kicks sans pants His stories

Bipolar Rollercoaster Synapses misfire Vision crystallizes  Visions distort    See it all     Know it all      Be the all       Strap in       Reach the top        Feel the rush         You're in for a treat           As you ride the Bipolar Rollercoaster         Oh those highs       But man, those lows     On top of the world    Then into the shit   Feel the power  Feel the despair Do it all  Dead inside   No consequences baby    Crushed by the weight     All for you      When you ride the Bipolar Rollercoaster       You hate the lows        But man those highs      A rush to the top    A plunge to the depths  King

Life's a beautiful thing Or that's what they say It's full of magic and wonder And that's what we are taught to believe. But that's not what you discover On your road to this wonderful life Most times it's just boring Living from day to day You dance the dance You do the job And you come to realize That life sucks Sure there are good things that happen But they're few and far between Most of the time it's just boring And that becomes okay The job holds nothing And love has shriveled away And the song remains that same monotonous tune As you shuffle on through your day Smile. Be happy So you plaster on your phony grin It's easier to play

I know a place where the dancing is easy and the loving is free It's just around the corner Take a left and it's up the street... You don't need an invitation And the attire is what you wear Come along and bring a friend Don't have a friend? No matter come all the same The only rules are that you bring a loving heart A sense of humor And a lust for life So bring your party togs Put on your dancing shoes Grab a partner or dance on your own The rules are easy and apply to you and me At that place where the dancing is easy and the loving is free

Come my little ones and see what Aunty Lilly has cooked up for you this time. It's a tasty stew of shivers and goo that will put you in just the right mood of a ghastly tale of true love. Marty Tully was a nice, if not to terribly bright, fellow and he had a heart of pure sweetness. Marty Tully was also a chap of his word. When he said he was going to do something you could bet the farm that he would get it done come hell or high water. Now sweet, not to bright, hard, working Marty was a man of his word and he expected that everyone else was too. And most of the time it was true but, as is always the case, there are people out there who wil

I cry for the old I laugh for the new I dance with the lame I sing with the mute Brought along for the ride There ain’t much else I can do But I do what I can And laugh when I will I’ll learn all I can There ain’t much else I can do Love will come unbidden Hate will fill the empty space If it doesn’t kill me I can’t complain If it leaves me happy I’ll accept it If I fear it than I’ll live with it There ain’t much else I can do But I do what I can And laugh when I will I’ll learn all I can There ain’t much else I can do People will come and go Some fill the spaces Some leave barel

If we never meet how will that be Will the sun still shine And will the seasons change Will the birds announce the spring Will summer be filled with growing things Will fall still burn with fire Or will icy winter reign supreme? If we never meet will children laugh Will lovers embrace with passion Will old folks tell stories of days gone by Will there be song And laughter Will you smile Will I cease to be? I wonder how it will be if we never meet

Space cadets and rocket rangers Fish bowl helmets and silver space suits Space lasers and pew, pew guns Rocket Man! Evil emperors with death beams to peril... Seductive princesses with wiles to tempt Bug eyed monsters to menace and jibber Rocket Man! Helpless maidens in silver go-go boots Sidekicks for comic relief Astro-pooch to yip and yap Rocket Man! Space ships with strings to fly Ray guns that spark and whirl Machines that flash and grind Rocket Man! Robots that warn of dangers plain to see Robots that whir and grind Robots that aren't so nice Rocket Man! Communicators that squeak and squawk Cathode ray tubes that show home base Box

 Blurg, he said Bloorph, she replied Bibble, he inquired Bloop, she responded Ballooo, he crowed Ballee, she squeed Ba-kneeknee, he cooed Ba-kneeknee, she sighed It’s not what you say it’s how you say it.