Stardust & Polaroids

  The songs in the night As we dance 'round the flame The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same The words from our lips as we sing for the night Impart to the Fey our hearts truest sight Sounds of the forest in sweet harmony We give the gift of our song to the fairy Dancing a spiral we sing unaware The fairy night wings our song fill the air Mood

  This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons even though they see the beached skulls the song nobody knows because anyone who has heard it is dead, and the others can't remember. -Margaret Atwood Mood

  You are part of the dawn where the light comes from the dark You're a part of the morning and everything matters Here we are, an atom and a star You're a part of the movement and everything matters (To me, to me, to me, to me) I'm watching a storm turn into form In the clouds of the world like a burst It dances and it twirls on the top of the world It is good and it hurts Look at it go Look at it dance over the sky like a rocket A teacher, a simulated dream A cure, a cure for the hurt And the pleasure you feel is real Mood

  You dealin' with the baddie, of course Oh, you dealin' with the boss You seh And if you hear this song, then go on, bend your back (Hey) Go on, bend your knees, baby, shake it to the max (Hey) Will the DJ please turn up the bass to the max? (Hey) Please just rewind, let me shake it to the max (Hey) Mood

  That city sewer slut's the vib e Internationally recognized I set the tone, it's my design And it's stuck in your mind (ah) Legacy is undebated You gon' jump if AG made it If you love it, if you hate it I don't fucking care what you think Dropdown, yeah Put the camera flash on So stylish Baby tears all gone Drop down, yeah Looking like an icon Work angles, yeah Mood

  Round and round and round we go And round and around we go (round and round) And round and round we go And round and around we go Now murder! Alright, pull your hatchets out Chop, chop, chop, chop Swing, swing, swing, swing Now murder! Swing, swing, swing, swing Mood