H.P. Lovecraft

Spin, spin, spin my little darling Spin, spin, spin my little babe Stay in the garden; let your mind tarry Dance to the sunlight, smell the strawberry. Spin. My little darling, spin. Turn, turn, turn my little darling Turn, turn, turn my little babe

All along there is love we need All you are we have ??? You have lost all sense of touch In the dark without a crutch You've arrived at the Mountains of Madness Time has come, you're standing all alone Plastic god, listen to the drone Synthesized ele

I'll burn my fingers on my coffee pot My toast is cold, my orange juice is hot I could stop over, I'd really rather not Same thing would happen again 'Cause that's the bag I'm in Missed my connection, I'm late for work again Ain't seen the sunshine s

Love is but the song we sing It is the way we die You can make the mountains ring Make the angels cry Now the dove is on the wing You need not know why Come on people, now Let's get together Smile on your brother Try and love one another right now, y

The white ship has sailed and left me here again Out in the mist, I was so near again Sailing on the sea of dreams How far away it seems Sailing upon the white ship Home through the night, here in my darkened room Sails of white, across the misty moo

Walking down the street I feel like crashing Everybody's groovy, all their eyes are flashing Do you think that this could be the time In the world behind the pantomime Where everybody's really feeling fine A thought like that would really blow my min

Whirling, twirling, swirling Past the night, your door Better than before Not blue moon any more Flying, flying, flying Drifting through the room Smelling still of you Dreaming of the afternoon Oh, I'm dreaming of the afternoon Flying, flying, flying

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil, no danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to meet my brothers And from that land we'll find a way I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger