quinta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2010

this is christmas

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There are people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

There are children throwing snowballs here
instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?
What's this?

In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Is absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town, hmm...

JACK: There were object so peculiar
They were not to be believed
All around, things to tantalize my brain
It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen
And as hard as I try
I can't seem to describe
Like a most improbable dream
But you must believe when I tell you this
It's as real as my skull and it does exist
Here, let me show you:
This is a thing called a present
The whole thing starts with a box

DEVIL: A box?
Is it steel?

WEREWOLF: Are there locks?

HARLEQUIN DEMON: Is it filled with a pox?

How delightful, a pox

JACK: If you pleae
Just a box with bright-colored paper
And the whole thing's topped with a bow

But why?
How ugly
What's in it?
What's in it?

JACK: That's the point of the thing, not to know

CLOWN: It's a bat


CLOWN: It's a rat


UNDERSEA GAL: Perhaps it's the head that I found in the lake

JACK: Listen now, you don't understand
That's not the point of Christmas land
Now, pay attention
Now we pick up an over-sized sock
And hang it like this on the wall

MR. HYDE: Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?

MEDIUM MR. HYDE: Let me see, let me look

SMALL MR. HYDE: Is it rotted and covered with gook?

JACK: Hmm, let me explain
There's no foot inside, but there's candy
or sometimes it's filled with small toys


WINGED DEMON: Do they bite?

MUMMY: Do they snap?

WINGED DEMON: Or explode in a sack?

CORPSE KID: Or perhaps they just spring out
And scare girls and boys

MAYOR: What a splendid idea
This Christmas sounds fun
Why, I fully endorse it
Let's try it at once

JACK: Everyone, please now, not so fast
There's sometihng here that you don't quite grasp
Well, I may as well give them what they want..
And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last
For the ruler of this Christmas land
Is a fearsome King with a deep mighty voice
Least that's what I've come to understand
And I've also heard it told
That's he's something to behold
Like a lobster, huge and red
And sets out to slay with his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms
That is, so I've heard it said
And on a darkm cold night
Under full moonlight
He flies into a fog
Like a vulture in the sky
And they call him Sandy Claws
Well, at least they're excited
Though they don't understand
That special lind of feeling in Christmas land
Oh, well...

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