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Date of issue: 05.10.2020
Song language: English
The Creatures |
Michael: |
The Balley- A-Go-Go is where Nash mostly hangs out |
With its wild, psychedelic parties and beatnik, hippy crowd |
He doesn’t sleep much cause of dreams that’re violent and bad |
He’s always real tired, but he does the best that he can |
He’s gulping down coffe one day when approached |
By a young teenage girl some of you may know |
Mary: |
I have seen you here for the past few weeks, in the wild nights and the |
wandering streets |
And i’ve seen the things you can do with paint, and i envy you the worlds you |
mak |
And i know i don’t even know your name, but you’r young like me, |
with nowhere to stay |
But we need your help, there are things like us, things that hide away, |
adrift and lost |
Nash: |
Ok… I’m Nash. |
Hi. |
Why do you guys always sing everything? |
Mary: |
My name is Mary. |
What are you talking about? |
I never sing |
Nash: |
You guys really dont hear yourselves? |
Mary: |
You are an odd one. |
You dont have a home, do you |
Nash: |
No, i dont. |
But i’m ok. |
I get by |
Mary: |
I have seen the things that you do with paint, and it’s magic, please, |
you must come this way |
There’s a basement here where lost things dwell, like both of us, |
and they need your help |
You can come here too to sleep or stay, you look so tired, do you have a place? |
Nash: |
I don’t sleep much, i have real bad dreams |
They’re violent, cruel, i try not to sleep |
Mary: |
Walk with me beneath |
Down, below the streets |
Come with me to see |
The things hidden underneath |
There’s goblins, gnomes and creatures down |
In basements underneath the town |
They hide these creatures lost and worn |
Running from Arcadia Corp |
The mob would like them all to sell |
To wealthy clients somewhere else |
Arcadia would like them back |
So hunted down here they stay trapped |
Lost in places never known |
Lost and far away from home |
Hidden from the sight of sun |
Rest before its time to run |
Lost inside surreal parades |
That pass by laughing every day |
Dream of stray and misplaced suns |
Rest before it’s time to run |
We’ve seen you paint amazing things |
Windows into worlds undreamed |
Doorways into magic lands |
Their providence is now at hand |
They’ll describe a place, a world, to you |
You’ll paint it and when you are through |
They’ll step inside that window pane |
And thus the lost at last escape |
Lost in places never known |
Lost and far away from home |
Hidden from the sight of sun |
Rest before its time to run |
Lost inside surreal parades |
That pass by laughing every day |
Dream of stray and misplaced suns |
Rest before it’s time to run |
Michael: |
And so Nash agrees to help the poor creatures escape |
By doing that miracle he can do with his paints |
They describe him a world, he paints it best he can do |
And for a time its alive and they pass through into |