Lyrics
The Magic Kingdom
Fever (La Lune)
St. Brigid's
The Danger
Burn Burn Burn
The Street
In the Mirror
Open All Night
The Swan
Old Factory Town
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The Magic Kingdom
There's a riot of color on Main Street
And the cops can't keep from smiling
There are people taking photographs
Standing arm in arm with Mickey Mouse
Back to the future
On a monorail to Tomorrowland
There's music piped in everywhere
Marching bands and fireworks in the sky
It's a small world
Smaller but more fun
And more is more
In the Magic Kingdom
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah-day
Mickey was all circles
Said Mr. Hench, Vice President
Round shapes are softer
Like clouds, hills, babies and so forth
You can handle anything
If it gets down to your size says Mr. Hench
Everything is slimmer
Than it should be and it soars
It's a small world
Smaller but more fun
And more is more
In the Magic Kingdom
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah-day
There is little that is black
Black is mystery and holes and things
The farther away you recognize danger
The more comfortable you feel
The people say gee we had a good time
But they don't know why
It's because they forget
Tomorrow and yesterday
It's a small world
Smaller but more fun
And more is more
In the Magic Kingdom
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah-day
The sidewalk is swept by the super's wife
The broom is her partner the dance is her life
She sings in the morning and she sings at night
From her fire escape garden by the amber street light
There is a street of hope
There is a street of despair
There is a street balanced 'tween neglect and care
Her children are scattered to the pavement like seeds
Where they grow in the cracks as stubborn as weeds
She sings to the birds who visit her window
And she scatters some seeds on the sidewalk below
From the roof there is splendor a city in the sky
Lost to the skylight's dull-witted eye
As she plants her feet on the concrete sod
She says to her husband we are closer to God
And far up the avenue in the glittering stars
In the region of rooms in the zone of black cars
Where wave after wave pounds on the shore
By that standing army the keepers of doors
The sidewalk is swept by the super's wife
The broom is her partner and the dance is her life
She sings in the morning and she sings at night
From her fire escape garden by the amber street light
There is a street of hope
There is a street of despair
There is a street balanced 'tween neglect and care
I'm hot and cold
I'm feeling ill
I have this pain
A pain to kill
Fever, fever
La lune
I'm sinking through
A lake of sleep
Drowning with you
Drinking so deep
Fever, fever
La lune
I'm seeing things
That can't come true
I'm dreaming lies
I lie with you
I'm hot and cold
I'm feeling ill
I have this pain
A pain to kill
Fever, fever
La lune
There's a girl who stands in the mirror
She looks for the story in her eyes
She follows the curves of her body
Wearing nothing but a naked disguise
I'm in love with the girl in the mirror
I look over her shoulder and stare
She's looking at me as I'm watching her
Running her hands through her hair
On the border of her body
She traces the bumps and the folds
Each open plain and hiding place
Each dark thicket of her soul
I'm in love with the girl in the mirror
In the light so cold and stark
I am drawing the lines of her body
A faint bruise and a pale birthmark
There's a girl who stands in the mirror
She looks for the story in her eyes
She follows the curves of her body
Wearing nothing but a naked disguise
I'm in love with the girl in the mirror
I'm in love with the girl in the mirror
I'm in love with the girl in the mirror
I venture out with hopes I have doubt
I know not where these feelings are bound
I wander by the tailor's
Shop on the wrong side of town
These beat streets breed defeat
I am alone and I am afraid
As the shops close the eyes know
That no one will come to your aid
And the bricks fall upon us all
By St. Brigid's the church bells chime
And the landlords and the warlords
By St. Brigid's they bide their time
The breeze stirs the winter
My eyes are stormy and gray
I call to a friend can we still be friends
If I hold my heart at bay
The answer's a smile that warms me awhile
Till the next time we meet the street mime
Where strangers pass through broken glass
Fearing an ambush of time
And the bricks fall upon us all
By St. Brigid's the church bells chime
And spring blooms in costume
By St. Brigid's I bide my time
The shadow of tomorrow
Ever keeps me here in the dark
As danger stalks where money talks
Deep in Tompkin's Square Park
This hungry night of street lights
Lies like a dog beneath the moon
This pale night turns white
As my dreams sway and swoon
And the bricks fall upon us all
By St. Brigid's the church bells chime
And my love grows solo
By St. Brigid's I bide my time
Smoke blue breath in the window
Harsh lights and watery eyes
Burnt out butt out and out of sight
The deal goes down at moonrise
A newspaper blows through this tunnel of love
A tumbleweed in the city blight
Pissing neon in the pouring rain
Open all night
Skin green splitting in the back room
Still praying to God above
Dim names left back in the diner
All for a thimble full of love
There's news of a murder up at 14th and T
And the waitress shivers with fright
As two cops tell a fish story
Open all night
She wipes the counter and she sweeps the floor
She makes the coffee and she asks do you want some more
She looks in the eyes of a desperate man
She can't say much but she can understand
Another aimless loner
Another brittle voice
Another ghostly goner
His head in his hands
Open all night
And outside the street is a minefield
To the ex-soldier with the tattooed arm
A cigarette stuck on his lower lip
He thinks of his mom back on the farm
And thick thighs snicker behind him
She says boy you don't have to fight
Come on home with me baby
I'm open all night
Wrote a letter faith in the mail
Yes I'm praying that my words will not fail
For I have not gotten through
And all I have to say is I need you
Competition is at your door
For I've fallen in love with the danger
the danger the danger the danger that is you
In the panic of no return
I realize my bridges have been burned
And the moment of truth has come
And the moment of truth has struck me dumb
Desperation is at your door
For I've fallen in love with the danger
The danger the danger the danger that is you
I look around at this mess
A year has passed and left me in distress
Whereupon you did fall
And all I have to hold is your call
Renovation is at my door
For I've fallen in love with the danger
The danger the danger the danger that is you
Wrote a letter faith in the mail
Yes I'm praying that my words will not fail
For I have not gotten through
And all I want to say is I need you
Inspiration is at my door
For I've fallen in love with the danger
The danger the danger the danger that is you
The swan the swan the end at last
The season delayed by a wintry blast
Blew bitterly by and by it blew
The swan the swan sailed out of view
She fell in love at last so I heard
And flew away a beautiful bird
I walk the shore where illusions float
The stars fall like piano notes
My work goes on the daydream drones
And late at night I am perfectly alone
The cries of one across the lake
I rise to speak and fall awake
I have gained my ground and lost the swan
I have come of age but she is gone
She is truly gone and all is clear
The swan the swan has disappeared
The swan the swan distant and cold
Beautiful to see impossible to hold
She fell in love at last and flew away
Through a looking glass some folks say
Drew a gun cold on the page
My pencil splintered with such intimate rage
Curl in the corner black snake coiled
Curl in the drain black midnight oil
Running through my veins
And now I've run away with a bottle of desire
An empty rumor that has set this world on fire
World on fire
Burn burn burn
At the wishing well I wished you well
A penny falling like an angel in hell
Come back my angel bird on the loose
If we can't settle down we'll make a truce
For the sake of friends
And now I've run away with a bottle of desire
An empty rumor that has set this world on fire
World on fire
Burn burn burn
Ten years tumble your face is blurred
My friend my friend where is your nerve
Moon on the river waves in the sky
Ghost on the water diamonds in my eye
But I do not cry
And now I've run away with a bottle of desire
An empty rumor that has set my world on fire
World on fire
Burn burn burn
Dreamers of a bright and shining world
Built on the ruins of ancient palaces
Architects descend the Odessa Steps
To their blueprint islands
On the Black Sea
Cities of glass and of light
Floating spheres in the night
On the wings of imagination
On the aerial paths of communication
Princes paupers and the proletariat
Thrown in the cauldron of utopia
Hid in the cells of workers' housing
From the whispers and and the echoes
Of Moscow nights
Workers with nothing but to lose
Swept up in a chain reaction
Falling dominoes splitting atoms
Poisoned the cornucopia
Of the Ukraine
Visions of a faith built of steel
Flung high above the onion domes
Lie dead on the drawing boards of history
Lost in the cold of Siberia
And over Red Square
Cities of glass and of light
Floating spheres in the night
On the wings of imagination
On the aerial paths of communication
As I was sleeping the rain fell down
Washing the streets of this old factory town
I dreamed of the watchman making his rounds
As the rain fell on this old factory town
When I awoke my wife was gone
Down to the kitchen at the break of dawn
I could hear her humming our favorite song
When I awoke at the break of dawn
I kissed her waving frame in the door
To rustle the kids and tend to the chores
Each night she whispers let's have one or two more
Rustling kids to tend to the chores
I punched in at seven at J.T. McTell
Iron and brass hotter than hell
Where I cast the clappers of church steeple bells
Iron and brass at J.T. McTell
The whistle at four to the bar for a round
Quenching the thirst of this old factory town
The lights come up as the sun goes down
Over the bars in this old factory town
As I was sleeping down the rain fell
To strike in the streets and scatter pell mell
Oh I dream of the clamor of all the church bells
Cast in iron and brass at J.T. McTell
