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Ticktock pretty bird Melody, what is the meaning of your song? The wooden box keeps hooting      one call for every hour      eardrum vibrations      please make the wind                              [[stop]] Melody, why are you crying? Baby monitor siren sounds      no sense to all the screaming Melody, what are you thinking? There are rainbows in the decibels Please scream louder      no            [[brighter]] Melody, would you like to visit the dark? Soft pillow feathers      lungs swallow      blackout                      [[hush-little-baby]]      i won't say a word

There Are Things Beneath the Garden: ~ There are things beneath the garden, Which you really shouldn't see. There are things beneath the garden, That don't belong to me. There are things beneath the garden, Gone rotten blue and black. There are things beneath the garden, In a dripping gunny sack... ~ There are flowers in the garden, Which you really shouldn't pull. There are flowers in the garden, That sit on top of wool. There are flowers in the garden, With a really rotten scent. There are flowers in the garden, Above bodies burnt and bent... ~ I love this little garden, It's a special place to me. I love this little g