I can't sleep! Someone sing me a lullaby, or a betime story.

[Gothic Sponge]

:boring:

[Book Lover]

1. Here you go, Sparky

Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight
With lilies o'er spread is baby's wee bed
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed

Lullaby and good night, thy mother's delight
Bright angels beside my darling abide
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast

(original German)
Guten Abend, gute Nacht, Mit Rosen bedacht,
Mit Naeglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck'
Morgen frueh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt
Morgen frueh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt

Guten Abend, gute Nacht, Von Englein bewacht
Die zeigen im Traum, dir Christkindleins Baum
Schlaf nun selig und suess, Schau im Traum's Paradies
Schlaf nun selig und suess, Schau im Traum's Paradies

[Gothic Sponge]

3. "wake on my breast?"

I'm trying to sleep, not get worked up! ;)

[Book Lover]

20. Then get worked up

in a way that does not comprimise my virtue:

http://www.nonstick.com/sounds/Music.html

THREE LITTLE BOPS
(Freleng-1957)
Remember the story of the 3 little pigs
One played a pipe and the other danced gigs
The 3 little pigs are still around
But are playing music with the modern sound
3 little pigs were in the groove
Everything was running smooth
The pigs were due for a big surprise
For the wolf appeared with red rimmed eyes
Oo you cool, oo you cool, oo you cool man cool
Well sho he was friendly he shook their hands
Announced he was joining up with the band
Instead of starting an argument
A 1 and a 2 and away they went
The 3 little pigs were really gassed
They’d never heard such a corny blast
We’ve played in the west
We’ve played in the east
We’ve heard the most, but you’re the least
Well the big bad wolf was really mad
He wanted to play music and wanted to play bad
They stopped me before I could go to town
so I’ll huff and puff and blow their house down
The house of straw was blown away
The pigs had to find another place to play
Dew Drop Inn the house of sticks
3 little pigs were giving out licks
Well the piano playing pig was swinging like a gate
Doing the Libarace on the 88
(I wish my brother George was here)
The 3 little pigs were having a ball
When the big bad wolf he entered the hall
The big bad wolf he sat right down
C’mon cats we’re going to town
From the crowd came an angry shout
Stop the music throw the square out
the Big Bad Wolf was really sore
If they’re going to get tough I’ll give them more
They don’t know talent in this here town
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow the place down
Dew Drop Inn did drop down
The 3 little pigs crawled out of the rubble
This big bad wolf gives us nothing but trouble
We won’t be bothered by his windy tricks
The next place we play must be made of bricks
Sturdy place this house of bricks
Built in 1776
High class place with the high class crowd
Sign on the door no wolves allowed
The wolf was sore and fit to be tied
He was sworn and determined to get inside
He huffed and puffed at the house of bricks
But the bricks are stronger than straw or sticks
He huffed and puffed and bleeped and blooped
And at 10:00 was completely pooped
When all of the sudden came a ray of hope
I could disguise myself, boy what a dope
Well the big bad wolf took it all in stride
He figured out the way to get inside
I’ll show those pigs that I’m not stuck
If I can’t blow it down I’ll blow it up
Well the big bad wolf was really gone
And with him went his corny horn
Went out of this world with out a trace
Didn’t go to heaven it was the other place
The big bad wolf he learned the rule
You’ve got to get hot to play real cool

[nofurylike]

2. Now it's time to say good night

Now it's time to say good night
Good night Sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night Sleep tight
Now the moon begins to shine
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night Sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Good night Good night Everybody
Everybody everywhere
Good night.

**


peace.....

[Gothic Sponge]

4. Zzzzz!

That's nice.

[d_b]

11. Once upon a time

In a land so austere, the liberals were angry, king george was in

tears. He tried using hatred, and then using fear, when that

wouldn't work..he went for the queers. But nothing would work, no

poll numbers budged, he knew he was finished, the neocons done.

So much damage..in just four years, but we need worry not; for

Senator Kerry was here! With the world at our side and the pride in

our eyes, our country was back..for your child and mine.

[Gothic Sponge]

12. LOL!

NICE JOB!

[FreedomFry]

5. A Beautiful Lullaby

Baby Mine (from "Dumbo" -- Oscar-winning song of 1941):

Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine.
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine.
Never a tear, baby of mine.
If they knew sweet little you,
They'd end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you,
What they'd give just for
The right to hold you.
From your head to your toes,
You're not much, goodness knows,
But you're so precious to me,
Cute as can be, baby of mine.

Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

[Tsiyu]

6. There is a young cowboy

He lives on the range.
His horse and his saddle are his only companions.
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons,
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change.
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the dogies retire
He sings out a song which is soft
but it's clear
as if maybe someone could hear...

So goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rockabye Sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I'd choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye Sweet Baby James

Now the first of December
was covered in snow.
So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Oh the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frostin
with ten miles behind me
and ten thousand more to go......
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
a song that they sing when they take to the sea.
A song that they sing bout there homes in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
Cuz singing works just fine for me....

So Goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rockabye Sweet Baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rockabye Sweet Baby James



Sweet Dreams!

[Maddy McCall]

7. Here's the one I tell my son and his friends when we are on campouts...

It was a very cold, dark, foggy night in 1945. The man and his girlfriend drove down a bumpy country road not very far from where we are camping right now--it was long past midnight. The fog was so thick that their headlights could barely pierce the dark. BAM! Their heads hit the car's roof as they hit a huge bump in the road. Then...whump whump whump.

Their tire was flat. The man, being a gentleman, hopped out of the car and took a look at the tire--it had a huge shred in the sidewall, with a piece of glistening steel still embedded in the gash. Now remember, this was LONG before cell phones, and the couple didn't have a flashlight with them, so it became obvious that they would have to spend the night in the car. As they snuggled close to each other, something HIT! the back of the car! The couple turned to look at the rear of the car, and there stood..........



The BLACK COW.



The black cow had glowing red eyes, daggers for horns, cleavers for hooves. Green steam puffed out of its nostrils. Red foamy slobber dripped from it's gnarled mouth. There was one thing it wanted, and one thing only. Human flesh. Muuuwahahahahahaha!

The man, again being a gentleman, told the young lady that there was nothing to worry about, that cows are stupid. He underestimated the danger.

He stepped out of the car. He said, "Now calm down, Bessie!"

Suddenly, the sound of clashing metal and ripping flesh could be heard by the young woman as she crouched down to the floorboard. That is precisely where the sheriff's deputy found her the next morning.

Nothing remained of the man, except for the bloody green tie that he had been wearing the last time she saw him. She told the deputy what had happened. He told her not to worry--that he would get her to safety. They drove to the nearby farm, where the deputy had the farmer's wife prepare the young lady a nice cup of warm cocoa. As she sat at the kitchen table, she gazed out the window toward the dairy...and there stood.....

The Black Cow!

She completely lost anything resembling sanity that she had held onto. She screamed that the murderer was in the barn being milked, that the deputy must do something.

That young lady is now almost eighty years old--she is still living in an insane assylum up north of here. Day in, day out, she sits in front of the window, rocking to and fro, mumbling something about bloody milk.

The Black Cow still roams these woods. Even though many people have disappeared around here, the deputies do nothing about it because they don't believe this story. But if you ever see two red dots of light in the distance as you drive down a county road, you have just found yourself in the sights of the Black Cow, so run as fast as you can to the city, because that is the only place the Black Cow never ventures. She prefers the woods----woods just like these.

Muaahahahahahahahaha!

(And they love this story; as a matter of fact, the Black Cow is now a series. It's become so famous among my kid's friends that any time I am at a kid's event at night, they make me tell it, and then other Black Cow fans are made. :-) )

[Gothic Sponge]

8. The black cow had glowing red eyes?

:scared:

[Maddy McCall]

9. Yes. They glow. They aren't reflective, they are self-luminated.

No one knows what causes them to glow. Beware. Those eyes are hypnotic.

[Book Lover]

13. Hey, now *I* can't sleep!

That is one bad ass tale, my friend...

[Maddy McCall]

15. I know! And the kids just eat it up!

They love it. :-)

[Book Lover]

17. Oh, when my kid is old enough

He'll hear it... I shouldn't be the only one in the family scared shitless by a cow :-)

[Bossy Monkey]

10. Once upon a time,

long ago and far away, it was a dark and stormy night. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl in the end. And they all lived happily ever after. The end!

(I've been waiting for years for somebody to ask me, "What's your story?" This would be my answer. :D)

[chookie]

14. The Tale of the Two Remaining Super Powers

As told by Brother John Pilger

"The United Nations was founded so we would never forget the crimes of great power. Are we now in danger of forgetting? Do we forget the lies that justified the conquest of Iraq and disguised America’s plan to dominate all the world? Do we forget that the British government has announced, for the first time, that it is prepared to launch an attack with nuclear weapons, enabling yet again George Bush? And do we accept the distortion of intellect and morality that empties words like democracy and liberation of their true meaning? That says its wrong for terrorist to kill innocent people, but right for governments to commit the same crimes in our name?

The answer is that we need not accept any of this, if we accept that now there are two superpowers; one is the regime in Washington; the other is public opinion, now stirring all over the world, perhaps as never before. Make no mistake – it’s an epic struggle. The alternative is not just the conquest of faraway countries; it’s the conquest of us, of our minds, our humanity, and our self respect. If we remain silent, the victory over us is assured."

Most people are good. They will resist. On November 2 America's voice will SHOUT and be heard everywhere, and it will be answered joyfully around the planet by all who have never lost hope in our fellow humans. It's the beginning of the end. Um -- not the Armageddon-style end that was in store for us, but the end of tolerance of rotten government. Hope will return with the dawn.

Sweet dreams, my dear. Get your rest -- there is so much yet to do.

[Gothic Sponge]

16. I am hopeful about the joy on Nov 2nd!

Thanks for that.

[Occulus]

18. A Disturbing Lullabye

"Room of Angel" from the PS2 game "Silent Hill 4":

You lie silent there before me
Your tears they mean nothing to me
The wind howling at the window
The Love you never gave
I give to you

Really don't deserve it
But now there's nothing you can do
So sleep in your only memory of me
My dearest mother

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh well
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
Goodbye...
Goodbye...

So insignificant sleeping dormant deep inside of me
Are you hiding away lost
Under the sewers, maybe flying high in the clouds
Perhaps you're happy without me

So many seeds have been sown in the field
And who could sprout up so blessedly, If I had died
I would have never felt sad at all
You will not hear me say I'm sorry
Where is the light, I wonder if it's weeping somewhere

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh well
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh well
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes goodbye
Goodbye...
Goodbye...

[enigmatic]

19. Here's a good lullaby:

Nautical Disaster- The Tragically Hip



I had this dream where I relished
The fray and the screaming that filled my head all day
It was as though I'd been spit there, settled in, into a pocket
Of a lighthouse off some rocky socket,
Off the coast of France, Dear.

One afternoon, four thousand men died in the water here
Five hundred more were thrashing madly as parasites might in you blood
Now I was in lifeboat designed for ten and ten and only,
Anything that systematic would get you hated.
It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated.
The selection was quick, the crew was picked and
those left in the water got kicked off our pant leg
and we headed for home.

Then the dream ends when the phone rings,
"You doing alright?" he said it's out there, most days and nights
But only a fool would complain
Anyway Susan, if you like, our conversation is as faint
as the sound in my memory
As those fingernails scratching
on the hull.