Lunar Eclipse

Moonlit light is in the dark
Nothing clear, not but a spark
Street lights play the substitute
Stars are seen when they are shoot
Misty haze upon the night
Picture frame this wonderous sight
One night, every new decade
Earth creates you a cascade

    You, there watching TV
    Won't you come and see
    There, out the window there
    Come and look out and see, this you have to see
       Mystic shadow in the sky
       Lunar magic in my eye



    Hey, go get mother
    Go and get your brother, sister too
    Wait, please don't go away
    Stay until another day, I wish you'd stay, stay, stay
       Mystic shadow outer space
       Lunar tears stream down my face

The Unfortunate Evil King

[Anyone guess what this is about? This was actually typed exactly from a piece of music from the respective soundtrack.  Of what?  I'm not telling    =)]

Ships flying in the air, getting prepared
As they sail through the sea of stars
"Navigate well my son," the evil king
Awaits the status quo from wizard blue
Deploy the second fleet, send all we need
To rule the galaxy, then all of space
Proceed instruction, attack mode
Let's arm the bombs, formation on
    There goes the battle cry, the cannons fly
    The king begins to sigh, out from the the sky, the target lies
    Still all in tact, not once attacked
    Foiled again, when will he ever win
Attention ground troops, level begin
Pace back and forth, defend your win
Chain up the sharp toothed animals
Re-soil the dunes, Piranha tubes
Set sail, fleet location is revealed
Move over here to level four
With fingers crossed the evil king will wait
Upon his throne directly from the door
    Door closes, he is here, he's getting near
    King shoots his fireballs up through the air, just missed a hair
    Just what he feared, left out the ax
    Foiled again, when will he ever win

I think I'm waking up!

I've just downloaded a torrent for an mp3 rip of the Super Mario Galaxy soundtrack.  Oh my God, it is so f ck'n beautiful, like an orgasm to my ears.  Anyways, I feel like I am finally waking up from my long musician's block.  I have a certain feeling in my stomach, in my heart, in my head, in the hairs on the back of my neck, in my face, in my eyes, in my fingertips, in my ears, in my imagination that has long been asleep in a quiet and idle coma, nerve recking urge to create that is now free to bloom on a piece of paper, through a microphone, into some form of art and achievement.  It feels like this music has just opened me like a key, it was just a matter of when the gatekeeper would meet the key maker.
I'll type back soon, perhaps tomorrow since I am currently busy.  Peace!