歌词
oddities bloom,
Underneath a tangerine moon,
the strange is norm,
And the norm is strangely deformed.
the dogs converse with ease,
And the bees ask "please" for honey.
Clocks tick backward, time's reversed,
And books are judged by their very first verse.
A duck waltzes in a top hat,
Chats with a philosophical cat,
About the meaning of quack,
In a language so abstract.
Trees with roots reaching the skies,
Birds that swim and fish that fly.
Mirrors reflecting unseen sights,
Days that turn into neon nights.
In this land of peculiar grace,
Where the impossible finds its place,
Weirdness isn't just a fleeting trace,
But a state of being, an embrace.
So let's toast to the bizarre,
Where the wild things truly are.
In the weird, we find our kin,
A world where all fit in.
Down the rabbit hole we plunge,
Into madness happily lunge,
Unbinding logic's tethered chains,
Absolute freedom is our gain.
Here naught is ever as it seems,
We exist within a realm of dreams,
Where up is down and right is wrong,
And madness sings its silent song.
The only rule in this domain?
Strangeness you must entertain!
Abandon dull normalcy's grind,
And let your freak flag fly unchained!
In this haven for the bizarre,
No judgment shall we ever mar.
For those who dare to deviate,
This world is yours to recreate!
Here's the poem with a second half added:
Oddities bloom,
Underneath a tangerine moon,
The strange is norm,
And the norm is strangely deformed.
The dogs converse with ease,
And the bees ask "please" for honey.
Clocks tick backward, time's reversed,
And books are judged by their very first verse.
A duck waltzes in a top hat,
Chats with a philosophical cat,
About the meaning of quack,
In a language so abstract.
Trees with roots reaching the skies,
Birds that swim and fish that fly.
Mirrors reflecting unseen sights,
Days that turn into neon nights.
In this land of peculiar grace,
Where the impossible finds its place,
Weirdness isn't just a fleeting trace,
But a state of being, an embrace.
So let's toast to the bizarre,
Where the wild things truly are.
In the weird, we find our kin,
A world where all fit in.
Down the rabbit hole we plunge,
Into madness happily lunge,
Unbinding logic's tethered chains,
Absolute freedom is our gain.
Here naught is ever as it seems,
We exist within a realm of dreams,
Where up is down and right is wrong,
And madness sings its silent song.
The only rule in this domain?
Strangeness you must entertain!
Abandon dull normalcy's grind,
And let your freak flag fly unchained!
