Lyrics Twilight Cinema - Major Parkinson

Twilight Cinema

Emily’s watching television every night and day
Waiting for someone to save her from herself
The modern twilight cinema
There are biscuits in the basket, laughers, uppers, downers
Epitaphs and pornographic literature
Munchkins in the ether knitting baby clothes in scarlet woods of cinnamon
Wake up, it’s a brand new day, there are eggs in the buffet
Wake up, little Emily, the dimple key is stuck inside your door
There’s something going on in room 11, there’s no answer on the other side
Hey janitor!
Listen, the projector is in overdrive
We’ve got a twilight cinema
Count the bats in the trees, swirling bees in the breeze
It’s ‘Operation Bavarian Burlesque'
Candy colors of green from a vending machine
Amplifiers and tainted little melodies, memories
A cinema, she’s in the twilight cinema
A cinema, she’s in the twilight cinema
Since you’ve been gone I’ve been looking for a girlfriend
Who looks just like Norma Shearer in The Barrets of Wimpole Street from 1934
Since you’ve been gone I’ve been looking for a girlfriend
Who acts just like Mary Pickford in Poor Little Peppina
As she is playing bocce with her Beppo
Am I crazy?
Is it me or is everybody crazy?
In this house we are one big happy family
Emily — talking to a radio, playing songs that no one wants to hear
Emily — standing on the patio, longing for the applause that disappeared
A cinema, she’s in the twilight cinema
A cinema, she’s in the twilight cinema
Full of melancholic friends, the temporary ones
The people sitting next to you will vanish in the haze without a sign
A cinema, you’re in the twilight cinema
A cinema, you’re in the twilight cinema
Is it happening again?
Ice cream for everybody, sweets for the boys and girls
Happy time is mandatory, put on your diamonds and pearls
Poppers for the perverted and masochistic ballet
Welcome!
I’ve got your keycard, hope you enjoy the stay
Do-re-mi and sodomy, this house is filled with memories of…