MUSIC IN THE WIND

When he was sixteen, he wanted to be older.
The hours were heavy and his heart was much colder.
Then the D.J. played a song by a boy who dared to sing.
He was so turned on and Elvis was his king.

Later he saw the Beatles, they made the girls cry.
He grew his hair to be like John and Paul because he was shy.
The Rolling Stones are the bad boys, The Doors, The Kinks
and The Who.
Dylan started a revolution and the teenager inside him died…
… when the 60's were through!

(chorus) It's the music in the wind… it turns and turns!
The music in the wind…it turns the young hands!
It's the music in the wind… it turns and turns!
It turns the young hands… of this old clock!

Hendrix lost his soul, it entered his guitar.
Janis drank from the bottle, but she took it too far.
The 70's fell suddenly like the glitter of T. Rex.
When David Bowie was too bold, the man wondered…
… is love only sex?
(repeat chorus)

The 80's were very clever. Michael Jackson put on a great show.
The 90's were a retro-mix, in the streets Nirvana and Rap grow.
From the old to the new generation, it was passed down
and it was good.
What goes around, comes around, the old man smiled and said…
… it's like a gift from Robin Hood!
(repeat chorus)
Ah… Ah… Ah! Evolve!
Rock the Clock… Think or Talk…

words and music by Craig Cherry
© 2009 Tinsel Swain Productions, LLC.
(ASCAP)
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I MARRIED A ZOMBIE

Oh my god!
Black fingernails and a gothic face.
No… No… No!
(Rock You!) You used to be alive…
(Rock You!) until you took a taste.
Like in a horror movie, you tried to axe off my head.
No… No… No!
(Rock You!) You don't move when we make love…
(Rock You!) you just lie like your dead.

(chorus) I'm going to rock you back to Hell!
(Back to Hell) I think I married a zombie!
Rock you back to Hell! (Back to Hell)
I think I married a zombie!

Buried in the bed, you look like a ghost.
No… No… No!
(Rock You!) It's another voodoo night…
(Rock You!) at the whipping post.
You're a beautiful doll, but you love me coldly.
No… No… No!
(Rock You!) Kissing can be torture…
(Rock You!) when it's something unholy.
(repeat chorus)
You're so queer. You're so strange. Queer!

Like a living statue, you never really cried.
No… No… No!
(Rock You!) The devil's got you…
(Rock You!) you're now my vampire bride.
You unscrew me…with your supernatural sex.
No… No… No!
(Rock You!) You can't feel anything…
(Rock You!) and nothing reflects.
(repeat chorus)

Now she's come alive and she's seducing me.
No… No… No!
(Rock You!) She's giving me her body…
(Rock You!) a turned on Banshee.
It feels great to be loved, but it's getting to be too much.
No… No… No!
(Rock You!) I thought I did pretty good…
(Rock You!) she said it wasn't enough.
(repeat chorus)

Rock you back to Hell! Queer…
Rock you back to Hell! …you're so strange!
Rock you back to Hell! You're so queer…
Rock you back to Hell! …and strange!

words and music by Craig Cherry
© 2009 Tinsel Swain Productions, LLC.
(ASCAP)
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