[00:01.638](In her eyes tonight
[00:02.973]There’s a glow tonight
[00:04.830]They’re so bright they could light Fontainbleu, tonight
[00:09.114]She’s so gracious
[00:11.008]So vivacious
[00:14.210]She is not thinking of me
[00:18.294]Bless her little heart
[00:20.169]Crooked to the core
[00:22.326]Acting out a part
[00:23.930]What a rollicking, frollicking bore!
[00:27.170]She’s such fun tonight
[00:28.510]She’s a treat tonight
[00:30.641]You could spread her on bread
[00:32.299]She’s so sweet tonight)
[00:33.625]When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
[00:36.330]When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
[00:41.957]When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
[00:44.978]As by a shining brainless beacon
[00:46.883]Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
[00:52.526]When you are calm and joyful
[00:55.207]And finally entirely alone
[00:57.876]Then in a great new darkness
[01:09.351]You will finally execute your special plan
[01:34.126]One needs to have a plan, someone said who was turned away into the shadows
[01:38.992]And who I had believed was sleeping or dead
[01:43.287]Imagine, he said, all the flesh that is eaten
[01:46.235]The teeth tearing into it
[01:48.394]The tongue tasting its savour
[01:51.890]And the hunger for that taste
[01:54.839]Now take away that flesh, he said
[01:58.878]Take away the teeth and the tongue
[02:00.792]The taste and the hunger
[02:04.026]Take away everything as it is
[02:07.227]That was my plan
[02:08.852]My own special plan for this world
[02:13.671]I listened to these words and yet I did not wonder
[02:16.664]If this creature whom I had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision
[02:22.285]Even in his deepest dreams
[02:25.211]Or his most lasting death
[02:28.450]Because I had heard of such plans, such visions
[02:31.953]And I knew they did not see far enough
[02:35.206]But what was demanded in a way of a plan
[02:40.025]Needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh
[02:44.064]Beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away
[02:52.994]And so I began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night
[02:59.147]And a strangely shining light
[03:01.852]That owed nothing to the light of day
[03:36.204]That day may seem like other days
[03:39.171]Once more we feel the tiny-legged trepidations
[03:42.908]Once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear
[03:47.510]But that day will have no others after
[03:50.207]No more worlds like this will follow
[03:54.781]Because I have a plan
[03:57.486]A very special plan
[04:01.214]No more worlds like this
[04:03.384]No more days like that
[04:36.287]There are but four ways to die, a sardonic spirit might have said to me
[04:42.771]There is dying that occurs relatively suddenly
[04:46.805]There is dying that occurs relatively gradually
[04:51.634]There is dying that occurs relatively painlessly
[04:55.883]There is the death that is full of pain
[04:59.935]Thus by various means they are combined
[05:03.175]The sudden and the gradual
[05:04.816]The painless and the painful
[05:08.865]To yield but four ways to die
[05:12.646]And there are no others
[05:16.987]Even after the voice stopped speaking
[05:19.143]I listened for it to speak again
[05:23.162]After hours and day and years had passed
[05:26.675]I listened for some further words
[05:30.169]Yet all I heard were the faintest echoes reminding me
[05:35.822]There are no others
[05:38.250]There are no others
[05:42.821]Was it then that I began to conceive for this world
[05:45.506]A special plan?
[06:18.351]There are no means for escaping this world
[06:21.838]It penetrates even into your sleep
[06:25.851]And is its substance
[06:29.067]You are caught in your own dreaming
[06:31.225]Where there is no space
[06:33.374]And are held forever where there is no time
[06:37.482]You can do nothing you are not told to do
[06:40.932]There is no hope for escape from this dream
[06:44.448]That was never yours
[06:47.654]The very words you speak are only its very words
[06:51.937]And you talk like a traitor
[06:55.674]Under its incessant torture
[07:26.873]There are many who have designs upon this world
[07:30.390]And dream of wild and vast reformations
[07:35.232]I have heard them talking in their sleep
[07:38.205]Of elegant mutations
[07:39.829]And cunning annihilations
[07:43.602]I have heard them whispering in the corners of crooked houses
[07:47.631]And in the alleys and narrow back streets of this crooked creaking universe
[07:54.110]Which they, with their new designs, would make straight and sound
[08:01.880]But each of these new and ill-conceived designs
[08:06.195]Is deranged in its heart
[08:09.136]For they see this world as if it were alone and original
[08:13.975]And not as only one of countless others
[08:16.377]Whose nightmares all proceed
[08:19.072]Like a hideous garden grown from a single seed
[08:26.350]I have heard these dreamers talking in their sleep
[08:30.646]And I stand waiting for them
[08:32.800]As at the top of a darkened flight of stairs
[08:37.368]They know nothing of me
[08:40.353]And none of the secrets of my special plan
[08:44.428]While I know every crooked creaking step of theirs
[09:21.525]It was the voice of someone who was waiting in the shadows
[09:25.852]Who was looking at the moon and waiting for me to turn the corner
[09:30.484]And enter a narrow street
[09:33.434]And stand with him in the dull glaze of moonlight
[09:38.540]Then he said to me
[09:41.468]He whispered
[09:42.814]That my plan was misconceived
[09:45.234]That my special plan for this world was a terrible mistake
[09:49.575]Because, he said, there is nothing to do and there is no where to go
[09:56.886]There is nothing to be and there is no one to know
[10:02.791]Your plan is a mistake, he repeated
[10:06.285]This world is a mistake, I replied
[10:41.149]The children always followed him
[10:43.604]When they saw him hopping by
[10:46.053]A funny walk
[10:47.112]A funny man
[10:48.441]A funny, funny, funny man
[10:52.208]He made them laugh sometimes
[10:56.306]He made them laugh, oh yes he did
[10:58.418]He did, he did, he did, he did
[11:01.926]Oh how he made them roll
[11:05.963]One day he took them to a place he knew, a special place
[11:11.063]And told them things about this world
[11:14.033]This funny, funny, funny world
[11:17.272]Which made them laugh sometimes
[11:21.047]He made them laugh, oh yes he did
[11:24.258]He did, he did, he did, he did
[11:27.247]Oh how he made them roll
[11:31.821]Then the funny little man who made them laugh
[11:34.770]Sometimes he did
[11:37.462]Revealed to them his special plan
[11:40.691]His very special funny plan
[11:43.663]Knowing they would understand
[11:45.577]And maybe laugh sometimes
[11:50.453]He made them laugh
[11:51.524]Oh yes he did
[11:52.357]He did, he did, he did, he did
[11:56.148]Their eyes grew wide beneath their lids
[11:59.651]And how he made them roll
[12:31.414]I first learned the facts from a lunatic
[12:34.372]In a dark and quiet room that smelled of stale time and space
[12:41.131]There are no people
[12:42.747]Nothing at all like that
[12:45.451]The human phenomenon is but the sum of densely coiled layers of illusion
[12:51.638]Each of which winds itself upon the supreme insanity
[12:57.293]That there are persons of any kind
[13:00.788]When all there can be is mindless mirrors
[13:04.550]Laughing and screaming as they parade about
[13:07.800]In an endless dream
[13:11.578]But when I asked the lunatic what it was that saw itself within these mirrors
[13:16.959]As they marched endlessly in stale time and space
[13:21.801]He only rocked and smiled
[13:26.375]Then he laughed and screamed
[13:28.805]And in his black and empty eyes
[13:31.695]I saw for a moment, as in a mirror
[13:35.712]A formless shade of divinity
[13:38.384]In flight from its stale infinity
[13:41.333]Of time and space and the worst of all
[13:45.351]Of this world's dreams
[13:48.288]My special plan for the laughter
[13:50.447]And the screams
[14:21.606]We went to see some little show
[14:23.489]That was staged in an old shed
[14:25.668]Past the edge of town
[14:28.609]And in its beginnings all seemed well
[14:31.602]The miniature curtain stage glowed in the darkness
[14:36.154]While those dolls bounced along on their strings before our eyes
[14:42.116]And in its beginnings all seemed well
[14:46.930]But then there came a subtle turning point
[14:49.913]Which some had noticed (and I was one)
[14:53.152]Who quietly left the show (no, I did not)
[14:57.157]Because I could see where things were going
[15:00.419]As the antics of those dolls grew strange
[15:03.634]And the fragile strings grew taut
[15:06.294]With the tiny pullings of tiny limbs
[15:10.019]The others around me became appalled
[15:12.169]And turned away and abandoned the show
[15:14.607]That was staged in an old shed
[15:16.768]Past the edge of town
[15:19.435]But I wanted to witness what could never be
[15:22.108]I wanted to see what could not be seen
[15:25.055]But the moment of consummate disaster
[15:28.353]When puppets turn to face the puppet master
[16:03.183]It was twilight and I stood in the greyish haze of a vast empty building
[16:08.025]When the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice
[16:13.725]All the things of this world, it said
[16:16.918]Are of but one essence
[16:19.622]For which there are no words
[16:23.384]This is the greater part which has no beginning or end
[16:27.669]And the one essence of this world for which there can be no words
[16:33.600]Is but all the things of this world
[16:36.840]This is the lesser part which had a beginning and shall have an end
[16:41.135]And for which words were conceived solely to speak of
[16:46.048]The tiny broken beings of this world, it said
[16:49.815]The beginnings and endings of this world, it said
[16:52.734]For which words were conceived solely to speak of
[16:58.390]Now remove these words and what remains, it asks me
[17:02.987]As I stood in the twilight of that vast empty building
[17:06.781]But I did not answer
[17:08.706]The question echoed over and over
[17:12.507]But I remained silent until the echoes died
[17:17.105]And as twilight passed into evening I felt my special plan
[17:21.386]For which there are no words
[17:23.524]Moving towards a greater darkness
[17:57.157]There are some who have no voices
[17:59.294]Or none that will ever speak
[18:01.453]Because of the things they know about this world
[18:04.677]And the things they feel about this world
[18:07.387]Because the thoughts that fill a brain
[18:09.547]That is a damaged brain
[18:11.153]Because the pain that fills a body
[18:12.751]That is a damaged body
[18:14.931]Exist in other worlds
[18:16.802]Countless other worlds
[18:19.239]Each of which stands alone in an infinite empty blackness
[18:22.991]For which no words have been conceived
[18:25.436]And where no voices are able to speak
[18:28.917]When a brain is filled only with damaged thoughts
[18:32.128]When a damaged body is filled only with pain
[18:35.890]And stands alone in a world surrounded by infinite empty blackness
[18:40.734]And exists in a world for which there is no special plan
[19:10.023](When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone)
[19:14.028]When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
[19:20.738]When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
[19:27.771]When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
[19:35.017]As by a shining brainless beacon
[19:40.661]Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
[19:50.296]When you are calm and joyful
[19:53.503]And finally entirely alone
[19:59.470]Then in a great new darkness
[20:04.077]You will finally execute your special plan
[20:10.022]When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
[20:21.052]When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
[20:35.901]When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
[20:49.893]As by a shining brainless beacon
[21:01.745]Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
[21:21.133]When you are calm and joyful
[21:27.369]And finally entirely alone
[21:38.978]Then in a great new darkness
[21:48.105]You will finally execute your special plan

(In her eyes tonight
There’s a glow tonight
They’re so bright they could light Fontainbleu, tonight
She’s so gracious
So vivacious
She is not thinking of me
Bless her little heart
Crooked to the core
Acting out a part
What a rollicking, frollicking bore!
She’s such fun tonight
She’s a treat tonight
You could spread her on bread
She’s so sweet tonight)
When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
When you are calm and joyful
And finally entirely alone
Then in a great new darkness
You will finally execute your special plan
One needs to have a plan, someone said who was turned away into the shadows
And who I had believed was sleeping or dead
Imagine, he said, all the flesh that is eaten
The teeth tearing into it
The tongue tasting its savour
And the hunger for that taste
Now take away that flesh, he said
Take away the teeth and the tongue
The taste and the hunger
Take away everything as it is
That was my plan
My own special plan for this world
I listened to these words and yet I did not wonder
If this creature whom I had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision
Even in his deepest dreams
Or his most lasting death
Because I had heard of such plans, such visions
And I knew they did not see far enough
But what was demanded in a way of a plan
Needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh
Beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away
And so I began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night
And a strangely shining light
That owed nothing to the light of day
That day may seem like other days
Once more we feel the tiny-legged trepidations
Once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear
But that day will have no others after
No more worlds like this will follow
Because I have a plan
A very special plan
No more worlds like this
No more days like that
There are but four ways to die, a sardonic spirit might have said to me
There is dying that occurs relatively suddenly
There is dying that occurs relatively gradually
There is dying that occurs relatively painlessly
There is the death that is full of pain
Thus by various means they are combined
The sudden and the gradual
The painless and the painful
To yield but four ways to die
And there are no others
Even after the voice stopped speaking
I listened for it to speak again
After hours and day and years had passed
I listened for some further words
Yet all I heard were the faintest echoes reminding me
There are no others
There are no others
Was it then that I began to conceive for this world
A special plan?
There are no means for escaping this world
It penetrates even into your sleep
And is its substance
You are caught in your own dreaming
Where there is no space
And are held forever where there is no time
You can do nothing you are not told to do
There is no hope for escape from this dream
That was never yours
The very words you speak are only its very words
And you talk like a traitor
Under its incessant torture
There are many who have designs upon this world
And dream of wild and vast reformations
I have heard them talking in their sleep
Of elegant mutations
And cunning annihilations
I have heard them whispering in the corners of crooked houses
And in the alleys and narrow back streets of this crooked creaking universe
Which they, with their new designs, would make straight and sound
But each of these new and ill-conceived designs
Is deranged in its heart
For they see this world as if it were alone and original
And not as only one of countless others
Whose nightmares all proceed
Like a hideous garden grown from a single seed
I have heard these dreamers talking in their sleep
And I stand waiting for them
As at the top of a darkened flight of stairs
They know nothing of me
And none of the secrets of my special plan
While I know every crooked creaking step of theirs
It was the voice of someone who was waiting in the shadows
Who was looking at the moon and waiting for me to turn the corner
And enter a narrow street
And stand with him in the dull glaze of moonlight
Then he said to me
He whispered
That my plan was misconceived
That my special plan for this world was a terrible mistake
Because, he said, there is nothing to do and there is no where to go
There is nothing to be and there is no one to know
Your plan is a mistake, he repeated
This world is a mistake, I replied
The children always followed him
When they saw him hopping by
A funny walk
A funny man
A funny, funny, funny man
He made them laugh sometimes
He made them laugh, oh yes he did
He did, he did, he did, he did
Oh how he made them roll
One day he took them to a place he knew, a special place
And told them things about this world
This funny, funny, funny world
Which made them laugh sometimes
He made them laugh, oh yes he did
He did, he did, he did, he did
Oh how he made them roll
Then the funny little man who made them laugh
Sometimes he did
Revealed to them his special plan
His very special funny plan
Knowing they would understand
And maybe laugh sometimes
He made them laugh
Oh yes he did
He did, he did, he did, he did
Their eyes grew wide beneath their lids
And how he made them roll
I first learned the facts from a lunatic
In a dark and quiet room that smelled of stale time and space
There are no people
Nothing at all like that
The human phenomenon is but the sum of densely coiled layers of illusion
Each of which winds itself upon the supreme insanity
That there are persons of any kind
When all there can be is mindless mirrors
Laughing and screaming as they parade about
In an endless dream
But when I asked the lunatic what it was that saw itself within these mirrors
As they marched endlessly in stale time and space
He only rocked and smiled
Then he laughed and screamed
And in his black and empty eyes
I saw for a moment, as in a mirror
A formless shade of divinity
In flight from its stale infinity
Of time and space and the worst of all
Of this world's dreams
My special plan for the laughter
And the screams
We went to see some little show
That was staged in an old shed
Past the edge of town
And in its beginnings all seemed well
The miniature curtain stage glowed in the darkness
While those dolls bounced along on their strings before our eyes
And in its beginnings all seemed well
But then there came a subtle turning point
Which some had noticed (and I was one)
Who quietly left the show (no, I did not)
Because I could see where things were going
As the antics of those dolls grew strange
And the fragile strings grew taut
With the tiny pullings of tiny limbs
The others around me became appalled
And turned away and abandoned the show
That was staged in an old shed
Past the edge of town
But I wanted to witness what could never be
I wanted to see what could not be seen
But the moment of consummate disaster
When puppets turn to face the puppet master
It was twilight and I stood in the greyish haze of a vast empty building
When the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice
All the things of this world, it said
Are of but one essence
For which there are no words
This is the greater part which has no beginning or end
And the one essence of this world for which there can be no words
Is but all the things of this world
This is the lesser part which had a beginning and shall have an end
And for which words were conceived solely to speak of
The tiny broken beings of this world, it said
The beginnings and endings of this world, it said
For which words were conceived solely to speak of
Now remove these words and what remains, it asks me
As I stood in the twilight of that vast empty building
But I did not answer
The question echoed over and over
But I remained silent until the echoes died
And as twilight passed into evening I felt my special plan
For which there are no words
Moving towards a greater darkness
There are some who have no voices
Or none that will ever speak
Because of the things they know about this world
And the things they feel about this world
Because the thoughts that fill a brain
That is a damaged brain
Because the pain that fills a body
That is a damaged body
Exist in other worlds
Countless other worlds
Each of which stands alone in an infinite empty blackness
For which no words have been conceived
And where no voices are able to speak
When a brain is filled only with damaged thoughts
When a damaged body is filled only with pain
And stands alone in a world surrounded by infinite empty blackness
And exists in a world for which there is no special plan
(When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone)
When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
When you are calm and joyful
And finally entirely alone
Then in a great new darkness
You will finally execute your special plan
When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
When you are calm and joyful
And finally entirely alone
Then in a great new darkness
You will finally execute your special plan