You poor thing. You won't make sense of this (but then again, you might). However, it's damn good fun writing these things (and not as easy as it seems). You ought to try it. Vot's there.

The Music of the Night
The Music of the Night.
I sit in vain
And writhe in pain
As fancy takes her flight

A field, a tree, a star
A field, a tree, a star.
With reason gone
And tap turned on
I walked into my shower

I looked into my eyes
I looked into my eyes
So lame and trite
There, in the night
I knew that I was wise

My monkey looked at me
My monkey looked at me
I tried to grin
I could not win
Continuity

And J.K Rowling cries
Yes, J.K Rowling cries
With perils fraught
And Voldemort
Young Harry Potter dies


The Vectors in a field
The Vectors in a field
Though Vader tried
And Emperor cried
Young Yoda would not yield


My god, you’re such a nut!
My god, you’re such a nut!
You stupid shit
So full of it
You homosexual slut


I have berated you.
I have berated you.
You sit and read
With so much greed
What else was I to do?


The Music of the Night
The Music of the Night
I’m in a cave
And oh, so grave
I head towards the light