Twilight Cinema - Major Parkinson

Emily’s watching television every night and day

Waiting for someone to save her from herself

The modern twilight cinema

There are biscuits in the basket, laughers, uppers, downers

Epitaphs and pornographic literature

Munchkins in the ether knitting baby clothes in scarlet woods of cinnamon

Wake up, it’s a brand new day, there are eggs in the buffet

Wake up, little Emily, the dimple key is stuck inside your door

There’s something going on in room 11, there’s no answer on the other side

Hey janitor!

Listen, the projector is in overdrive

We’ve got a twilight cinema

Count the bats in the trees, swirling bees in the breeze

It’s ‘Operation Bavarian Burlesque'

Candy colors of green from a vending machine

Amplifiers and tainted little melodies, memories

A cinema, she’s in the twilight cinema

A cinema, she’s in the twilight cinema

Since you’ve been gone I’ve been looking for a girlfriend

Who looks just like Norma Shearer in The Barrets of Wimpole Street from 1934

Since you’ve been gone I’ve been looking for a girlfriend

Who acts just like Mary Pickford in Poor Little Peppina

As she is playing bocce with her Beppo

Am I crazy?

Is it me or is everybody crazy?

In this house we are one big happy family

Emily — talking to a radio, playing songs that no one wants to hear

Emily — standing on the patio, longing for the applause that disappeared

A cinema, she’s in the twilight cinema

A cinema, she’s in the twilight cinema

Full of melancholic friends, the temporary ones

The people sitting next to you will vanish in the haze without a sign

A cinema, you’re in the twilight cinema

A cinema, you’re in the twilight cinema

Is it happening again?

Ice cream for everybody, sweets for the boys and girls

Happy time is mandatory, put on your diamonds and pearls

Poppers for the perverted and masochistic ballet

Welcome!

I’ve got your keycard, hope you enjoy the stay

Do-re-mi and sodomy, this house is filled with memories of…