I sense there's something in the wind That feels like tragedy's at hand And though I'd like to stand by him Can't shake this feeling that I have The worst
JACK Listen, there were objects so peculiar They were not to be believed All around, things to tantalize my brain It's a world unlike anything I've
the Boogie Man And if you aren't shakin' Then there's something very wrong 'Cause this may be the last time now That you hear the boogie song, ohhh
Now down the road there lives a man I'd like you all to know, He grew a big zucchini for the local flower show And when the story got around they came
Come and sing a simple song of freedom Sing it like you've never sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't
it Then you gotta write a carnival song But that don't really make it either 'Cause what's a song without a carnival? The song of love is a sad song
When I sing I can't bring everything on the wing Flying down from dizzy air To the ground because I care You will be love and your love will live I smile
I'm trying not to love you And this is the last song I'll write for you, Yeah, this is my last try To make it through, Yeah, this is the last song I
Performed by Danny Elfman arid Cast JACK Listen, there were objects so peculiar They were not to be believed All around, things to tantalise my brain
'm the Boogie Man And if you aren't shakin' Then there's something very wrong 'Cause this may be the last time now you hear the boogie song, ohhh THREE
Performed by Catherine O'Hara I sense there's something in the wind That feels like tragedy's at hand And though I'd like to stand by him Can't shake
She was his girl, he was her boyfriend She'd be his wife and make him her husband A surprise on the way, any day, any day One healthy and little giggling
has nowt to do with other Fucking Godly motherfuckers I'm not interested now In fucking scriptural debate There are other fucking songs And there are
This is a song for Phil Daoust: occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust. I never ever ever mentioned your name, or the review that you wrote, when
She wasn't real pretty and she wasn't all that smart but she had a smile that was like a work of art everybody seemed to love her, but she let nobody
The singer cries for people's lies He will sing for the day to bring him night The circus burns in carnival flame And for a while you won't know my name
With your beautiful hair And your sixteen years You kissed me as I lay still If I can see you never Then I'll sleep forever All my lonely love to kill
Long afloat on shipless oceans I did all my best to smile 'Til your singing eyes and fingers Drew me loving to your isle And you sang Sail to me, sail
