(SPOKEN VERSE)
With a key, you unlock a door to imagination
Beyond it is another dimension* *_________________
A dimension of sight
A dimension of sound
A dimension of mind
You’re moving through a land of both shadow and substance
Of things and ideas
Guiding you through this wondrous journey
Is the hypnotic* sound of the twilight tone *_________________
When I hear this melody
This strange illusion* takes over me *____________
Through a tunnel of the mind
Perhaps a present or future time oh, oh
Out of nowhere comes this sound
This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
Pyramidal locomotion* *_____________
From a mystic* unknown zone* *____________ *_____________
Hearin' the twilight
Hearin' the twilight, twilight tone
Unpretentious* girl from Memphis *____________
Saw the future through her third eye
People came with skepticism* *___________
Picking, testing her precision*, no, wo, oh, oh *____________
Suddenly they heard this sound
This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
A signpost* up ahead is calling *___________
Through the mystic* unknown zone. *_______________
Hearin' the twilight, hearing the twilight
Hearing the twilight zone! (Repeat)
Submitted for your approval. One Mr. Miller, who's about
to take a trip into oddness and obsolescence*, *_________________
through a zone whose boundaries are that of imagination.
Accompanying him on this journey is the mesmerizing* *____________
sound of the Twilight Tone.
On a cold & rainy night
One Mister Miller had a rare flight
Glen was up there bopping* a rhythm *____________
Then the engine stopped to listen with him
Play that beat, oh, oh
Suddenly he heard this sound
This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
Now he resides* and plays trombone *____________
In the mystic unknown zone
Hearin' the twilight (repeat many times)
(Hearin' the twilight)
I Put A Spell On You
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine!
I'ts not the things you do
Watch out! I ain't lying!
No running around
I can't stand, I can't stand,
Your putting me down
I put a spell on you!
Because you're mine!
Oh, yeah!
It's not the things you do
Watch out, watch out!
I ain't lying! Oh!
I love you! I love you! I love you, and how!
I don't care if you don't want me,
I'm yours right now.
I put a spell on you!
Because you're mine!
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
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