fandomtownies | Caritas - Tuesday Evening

Sing.

Sing a song.

Sing it loud.

Sing it strong.

While waiting for Gob to arrive, Phoebe decided to sing. She talked to the zombie band and the leader grinned as they started playing.

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after

Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
Youre calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows youre wondering
If I'm ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

Time after time
Time after time
Time after time

Agnes went up on the stage and conferred with the zombies, eventually singing a few notes of the song for them until they picked up the melody and she could turn around to sing.

If there was one thing to be said for Agnes Nitt, it was that she had a Voice.

She sang, harmonizing with herself to create the disconcerting impression of two singers:

Have you seen the old man in the Street of Cunning Artificers
Selling hot pig pies (or cow or horse or goat)
Tangy mustard might disguise the gristle lurking in his pies
"Just a dollar fifty and I'm cutting me own throat"

CHORUS:
So how can you tell me that you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me walk you 'cross the Ankh
and lead you through the streets of Morpork
I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl in her Quirm Street apartment
Stitching up the clothing that's piled upon her floor
"Bugger off!" you'll hear her say, broom in hand to chase away
The dwarves outside her window and the monks outside her door

In Harga's House of Ribs at a quarter to eleven
Black robe and scythe in the corner all alone
For starter, main course and dessert, look at the front of Harga's shirt
He's pleased with his new cook, he works his fingers to the bone

Have you seen the wizard inside the Mended Drum
Half his hat is missing, "WIZD" is all that's there
Permanently paranoid, he shares drinks with an anthropoid
One more forgotten wizard in a world that doesn't care

Mod Tino, get drunk, mingle.

"...and Nadia got turned into a gremlin at the basketball game. Did you know we had a team?" Blair took a seat at the bar and waved at Tino. "Can I get a coke with one of those little umbrellas and...what do you want, man?"

Blair's voice changed to a british accent as he replied to himself. "No, I had no idea. Basketball...is that the one where you bounce the ball, or the one where you pile up on each other? Scotch, please. Neat. Unless there's any chance of a decent Chateau Lafitte?"

Tino didn't even blink at the different voices or the fact that the kid was talking to himself as he served the soda and glass of wine.

Clark wondered what the boy had been drinking that had him hallucinating.

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