~*~she always liked to fly~*~ (vi0lent_urge) wrote, @ 2003-09-04 16:55:00

these and those
look its JEANIE: hes cute :D
look its JEANIE: but your cuter

i wish i lived in wonderland, wonka land, halloween town, or neverland . . .

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.



Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict "to begin it"--
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it!"
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast--
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that wary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time--" "It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out--
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where childhood's dreams are twined
In memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.

~*~

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!

~*~

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a teatray in the sky.

~*~

Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy tale.

I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter--
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy tale.

A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing--
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing--
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say 'forget.'

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older childen, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The storm-wind's moody madness--
Within, the firelight's ruddy glow,
And childhood's nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold three fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.

And though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the sotry,
For 'happy summer days' gone by,
And vanish'd summer glory--
It shall not touch with breath of bale
The pleasure of our fairy-tale.

~*~

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stoof awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.

~*~

Alice in Wonderland.
How do you get to Wonderland?
Over the hill or underland,
Or just behind a tree?

When clouds go rolling by
They roll away and leave the sky.
Where is the land behind the eye
People cannot see?

Where can you see?
Where do the stars go?
Where is the crescent moon?
They must be somewhere in the sunny afternoon.

Alice in Wonderland.
Where is the path to Wonderland?
Over the hill or here or there?
I wonder where.

~*~

One pill makes you larger,
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.

Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go, chasing rabbits,
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell them a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.

Call Alice
When she was just small.
When men on a chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go,
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low,
Go ask Alice;
I think she'll know.

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards,
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head."

~*~

Come with me, and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination.
Take a look, and you'll see
Into your imagination.

We'll begin, with a spin,
Traveling in a world of my creation.
What you'll see will defy
Explaination.

If you want to view paradise,
Simply look around and view it.
Anything you want to, do it.
Wanna change the world?
There's nothing to it.

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination.
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be.

If you want to view paradise,
Simply look around and view it.
Anything you want to, do it.
Wanna change the world?
There's nothing to it.

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination.
Living there, you'll be free,
If you truly wish to be.

~*~

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going.
There's no knowing where we're rowing,
Or which way the river's flowing.

Is it raining, is it snowing?
Is a hurricane ablowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing.

Are the fires of hell aglowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
Yes!
The danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing . . .
Stop the boat.

~*~

What's this? What's this?
There's powder everywhere!
What's this?
There's white things in the air!
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes,
I must be dreaming,
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair!
What's this?

What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong!
What's this?
There's people singing songs!
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy,
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads!
They're busy building toys,
And absolutely no one's dead!
There's frost on every window,
Oh, I can't believe my eyes!
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside.

Oh, look,
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss!
Why that looks so unique, inspired!
They're gathering around to hear a story,
Roasting chestnuts on a fire!
What's this?

What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer!
And who would ever think,
And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things,
They've got electric lights on strings,
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong,
This looks like fun,
This looks like fun,
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep,
But look, there's nothing underneath--
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things,
Secure inside their dreamland.

What's this?
The monsters are all missing,
And the nightmares can't be found,
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around!
Instead of screams,
I swear I can hear music in the air!
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere!

The sights, the sounds,
They're everywhere and all around!
I've never felt so good before!
This empty place inside of me is filling up,
I simply cannot get enough,
I want it, oh, I want it,
Oh, I want it for my own!
I've got to know,
I've got to know,
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?

Christmas Town? Hmm ...

~*~

Boys and girls of every age,
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This our town of Halloween.

This is Halloween,
This is Halloween,
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween,
Everybody make a scene!
Trick or treat
Til the neighbors come and die of fright!
Everybody scream
In this town of Halloween!

"I am the one hiding under your bed,
Teeth growled sharp and eyes glowing red!"

"I am the one hiding under your stairs,
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair!"

This is Halloween,
This is Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween.

In this town we call home,
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.

In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next suprise!

Round that corner now,
Hiding in the trash can,
Something's waiting
It depends on how you scream.
This is Halloween!
Red and black and slightly green.
Aren't you scared?
Well that's just fine!

Say it once,
Say it twice,
Take a chance and roll the dice!
Ride with the moon in the dead of night.

Everybody scream,
Everybody scream!
In our town of Halloween.

"I am the clown with the tear away face,
Here in a flash and gone without a trace!"

"I am the who when you call who's there."
"I am the wind blowing through your hair."

"I am the shadow on the moon at night,
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright!"

This is Halloween,
This is Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween.

"Tender lovelies everywhere,
Life's no fun without a good scare."

"That's our job but we're not mean,
In our town of Halloween ."

"In our town, don't we love it now,
Everyone's waiting for the next suprise."

"Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back and
Scream like a banshee, make you jump out of your skin!"

This is Halloween,
Everybody scream!
Won't you please make way for a very special guy?
Skeleton Jack is king of the pumpkin patch,
Everyone hail to the pumpkin king!

This is Halloween,
This is Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween.

In this town
We call home,
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.

~*~

. . . Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness begins to grow.
There's something out there far from my home,
A longing that I've never known . . .

~*~

The second star to the right
Shines in the night for you
To tell you that the dreams you plan
Really can come true.

The second star to the right
Shines with a light that's rare,
And if it's Neverland you need,
Its light will lead you there.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
So I'll know where you are,
Gleaming in the skies above,
Lead me to the one who loves me.

And when you bring him my way,
Each time we say "Goodnight,"
We'll thank the little star that shines
The second from the right.