H.P. Lovecraft II

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

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