Testo della canzone Town Meeting Song (Cast - The Nightmare Before Christmas feat. Danny Elfman), tratta dall'album The Nightmare Before Christmas (Special Edition)

Town Meeting Song - Cast - The Nightmare Before Christmas feat. Danny Elfman

Listen, there were objects so peculiar
They were not to be believed
All around, things to tantalize my brain

It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen
And as hard as I try
I can't seem to describe
Like a most improbable dream

But you must believe when I tell you this
It's as real as my skull and it does exist
Here, let me show you

This is a thing called a present
The whole thing starts with a box
A box?

Is it steel?

Are there locks?

Is it filled with a pox?
A pox?

How delightful, a pox
If you please
Just a box with bright-colored paper

And the whole thing's topped with a bow
A bow?
But why?
How ugly
What's in it?

What's in it?

That's the point of the thing, not to know
It's a bat

Will it bend?
It's a rat

Will it break?

Perhaps it's the head that I found in the lake
Listen now, you don't understand

That's not the point of Christmas land
Now, pay attention
Now we pick up an oversized sock

And hang it like this on the wall

Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?

Let me see, let me look

Is it rotted and covered with gook?
Hmm, let me explain
There's no foot inside, but there's candy

Or sometimes it's filled with small toys

Small toys

Do they bite?

Do they snap?

Or explode in a sack?
Or perhaps they just spring out

And scare girls and boys
What a splendid idea
This Christmas sounds fun
Why, I fully endorse it
Let's try it at once
Everyone, please now, not so fast
There's something here that you don't quite grasp
Well, I may as well give them what they want
And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last
For the ruler of this Christmas land
Is a fearsome king with a deep mighty voice
Least that's what I've come to understand
And I've also heard it told
That he's something to behold
Like a lobster, huge and red
And sets out to slay with his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms
That is, so I've heard it said
And on a dark, cold night
Under full moonlight
He flies into a fog
Like a vulture in the sky
And they call him Sandy Claws
Well, at least they're excited
Though they don't understand
That special kind of feeling in Christmas land
Oh, well...



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Writer(s): Danny Elfman
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