CAST:
Lights out! Lights out!
You had your bit of fun now but it’s getting on ten o’clock
Lights out!
BOY:
Whoa, what about the show?
I was getting ready to kick it into gear
CAST:
Lights out! Lights out!
Your little show is done now get up and smile for the Doc
Lights out!
BOY:
Whatever do you mean
What about the groovy music in my ear – listen!
CAST:
No, none of this is real, Boy oh Boy
Except inside your little mind
So now how do you feel, as you find
It’s all in your head
Will you let us tuck you in bed?
Sorry Fred.
Lights out! Lights out!
Enough of this fornication now enough of this freaky funk
Lights out!
DR. Ü:
We go through this every night about this time, Freddie my boy!
CAST:
Lights out! Lights out!
Better take your medication better hurry into your bunk
Lights out!
DR. Ü:
An even more inspired act than usual this time.
Perhaps that’s a good sign, ha ha ha.
CAST:
No, none of this is real, Boy oh Boy
Except inside your little mind
So now how do you feel, as you find
It’s all in your head
Will you let us tuck you in bed?
Sorry Fred.
You’re just another face
Just another sorry case
At the Ünderland Home For The Totally Insane®
La la la la la, you’re totally insane, totally insane….
BOY & DR. Ü:
Lights out! Lights out!
KITTEN & BECKY:
You do the same thing every night and we like to play along
MERCURY:
Your real name is Frederick Tybus. You suffered a complete mental breakdown 18 months ago.
BOY & DR. Ü:
Lights out! Lights out!
KITTEN & BECKY:
You like to step into the light, you like to sing a little song
MERCURY:
If you don’t believe me look at your ID tag. Inside your shirt, silly!
BOY-O:
And now I find myself relapsing
To a life I dimly do recall
And as this cardboard world’s collapsing, I hit the wall
CAST:
It’s all in your head!
BOY-O:
Why don’t you tuck me in bed
CAST:
Sorry Fred.
BOY-O:
I’m just another punk
Just another ship that sunk
CAST:
At the Ünderland Home For The Totally Insane®
CAST:
La la la la la, you’re totally insane, totally insane….
DISEMBODIED VOICES FROM FARAWAY:
And maybe later in your dream
You’ll be sighing
Flying
Light as air
Riding on pink puffy clouds with the wind in your hair.
There, there.
BOY-O:
Wo, I don’t wanna go
No no no, I don’t wanna stop the show.
GIRLS:
Wo wo, he don’t wanna go no,
But it’s time time time, time to stop the show.
BOY, DR Ü, MERCURY:
Time time keeps ticking on down the line time time,
Time time keeps slipping into a rhyme time time
BOY-O:
No, I don’t wanna go, I don’t ever wanna stop the show
GIRLS:
No, la di da di day,
La di da di da di da di day.
ALL:
Lights out! Lights out! Lights out! Lights out! Lights out!
No, I don’t wanna go, I don’t ever wanna stop the show
No, la di da di day,
La di da di da di da di day.
Lights out! Lights out! Lights out! Lights out! Lights out!
No, I don’t wanna go, I don’t ever wanna stop the show
No, la di da di day,
La di da di da di da di day.
(repeat as music goes crazy)
Eberhard L. Faber (aka Lo) is an American Musician, Composer, Author, and Guitar God. In another life Lo spent twelve years
leading the New York rock band God Street Wine, as well as writing and recording two complete rock operas, Henry's House (2001)and Friday Night Freakshow (2003). Raised in New Jersey, he currently lives in New Orleans, Louisiana....more
I'm a child of the '60s, so I favor guitar music. When I get exhausted with hard blues-rock, doom-metal and acid-bluegrass, what's left? Listening to jam-bands noodle their way into some really good guitar solos! This isn't one of the best for that, but I don't dislike the name of the band, the cover art and the album title, which demostrates the power of inflstion. cpost2000
Big, clanging psych-rock from this Arizona outfit fuses monk-like vocals with slow-winding guitars for songs that feel like strange hymns. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2016