| Move this to page 6? Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler *-Turnaround (before each line) , Every now and then (after turn around or bright eyes) - *, *I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round*, *I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears*, *I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by*, *I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes*, *Bright eyes *I fall apart, (2x) (faster, then slower) *I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild*, *I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms,* *I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry*, *I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in you eyes* *bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart *bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart Chorus And I need you now tonight And I need you more than ever And if you'll only hold me tight We'll be holding on forever And we'll only be making it right Cause we'll never be wrong together We can take it to the end of the line Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks I really need you tonight Forever's gonna start tonight (2x) (softer, then louder/echoed) Once upon a time I was falling in love But now I'm only falling apart There's nothing I can do A total eclipse of the heart Once upon a time there was light in my life But now there's only love in the dark Nothing I can say A total eclipse of the heart Chorus End * bright eyes *I know you'll never be the boy you always you wanted to be* *I know you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am* *I know there's no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you* *I know there's nothing any better and there's nothing I just wouldn't do *bright eyes, I fall apart* Chorus |
| The boy opened his eyes again. There was dirt and soot on his face. "Is that fire and brimstone I smell?" he asked aloud without opening his eyes yet. "Son, you're back!" the mother yelled. The boy sat down and looked at the floor in a great supressed rage. His blood pressure went up. He remained up there for a while. |
| There was church. The boy stood in the back. He always stood guard. He was always preoccupying himself by looking at the cuts on his hands and face or felt his own bruises. "How are you doing?" they would all asking. There was a long pause after as always. "What a good boy. Going to church," they would all say. Without an answer, they would all sit back down. |
| The father took a piece of gum and put in in his mouth, while he was on the line. He chewed communion wafer and the gum at the same time. "Steak flavor, I assume," the boy whispered quickly to himself. "What's the point of bread and wine anyways? Why would God care what his body tastes like? Body and blood should probably taste better." "Nice to have you back at church, son," his mother whispered. Afterwards, the boy shook hands with priests of the church. "Doing well?" they all asked and never got an answe to. He went on the line to pick up food for lunch and went outside to eat, while everyone else stayed in the church to eat. "Well, what are we going to do now, brain?" the boy asked himself aloud. "Take over the world, pinky..." |
| "He can't handle this kind of stress," the doctor said. "We know of the immediate dangers, doctor," the father said. "That's why we had no choice," the mother interrupted. The boy started again "What the heck are you talking about? You closed the park? Why? It was a place of joy. I've never been there ever since-" "There's nothing special about the park. You get plenty of excercise anywhere else," his father said. "Grr...," the boy was so belligerent by his anger that he couldn't even speak in words. His nose ran blood down to his chest. The doctor pulled the parents away and the psychologist went to the boy. The psychologist gave the boy and injection. The doctor had to speak upon the boy's health. "We can't let you keep on interfering like this." The mother became horribly offended"We had no choice you-!" "Control yourself! We have to control! We must help our son!" the father yelled. "Believe me, it was all in his best interest." "You are in violation of your own contract. Whatever that is worth," the doctor explained. The father and mother grabbed the doctor by the throat and stared at him with anger filled gazes. Gazes, like that of the boy's. "What to do...," the father asked himself after letting go of the doctor's throat. "Our ingrateful, useless son is dangering himself with that contract," the mother yelled and threw a box of thermometers to the floor. |