Soon you might wake up singing ( Read more... )

“I bring the happy ending,
The summons-chant says so.
I never made a claim like that
I sing and dance … and go.

There may be fun and laughter
There when the music starts
It just depends on what there is
The truth that’s in their hearts.

The magic can be painful
The whole choir won’t be glad
I guess the truth might make them free
A truth is what ( Read more... )

The Master couldn’t hide what he feels if he wanted to; if he didn’t let us know the music would, that’s for sure. The Minions have to be semi-immune from that. It’s part of the job description. We have to dance (safely - the union insists on that, one spark and it’s a compensation matter) and we absolutely do not sing ( Read more... )

My computer has failed completely. I will be back as soon as I can - apologies to everyone.

Way back in the years ( Read more... )

I guess you could sing that this subject called me ( Read more... )

"What is your opinion on capital punishment?"

( ♫♪Now, why would I have an opinion on a subject like that?♪♫ )

The signs of plague ain’t what they used to be. There are no bonfires flaring on the corners of the main streets, (none set by the authorities, at least.) He remembers those flames; fires set to scorch away the contaminated air (and perhaps, just perhaps, they deterred a few of the mosquitoes that carried death in their sucking jaws ( Read more... )

I’ve been smoking around checking out the place for a new Gig, but what the Hell is going on here ( Read more... )

The Master left this one to me - you might not want to know his idea of a jolly jape, and you could be into your next century before you know if the joke’s on you. He doesn’t always want to sing too much about his sense of humor anyway ( Read more... )