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Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel, Vol. 2 (New Jersey Mass Choir of the GMWA) · Best of the Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Best of Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir (Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir Superset [Light] (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Day by Day/Day by Night (Doris Day) · Boca Raton Florida May 19, 1998 (Jerry Jerome) – and 90 other albums »


hysteria
Mass hysteria

True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute's misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by
the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams 

Floodlit in the hazy distance
the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams

Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star
the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams 

Floodlit in the hazy distance
us all sweaty

I don’t even know where to begin 
Or how I should start these days
The green mountain south or 
The clay of the westerns
for the night

All through the day she sits alone and dreams of Tampa High
Wonders what the other kids are doin' then she cries.
Then with
good tidings of great joy 
Which shall be to all people 
For unto you he was born this day in the City of David a Saviour 
Which is Christ the Lord
and visualized the glory of that night 
So suddenly it came to me for when I awoke on Christmas Day 
I felt the Christmas spirit down deep inside to stay 
(O
Sun shine seems so bright
Lonely days go by
No light

Olga sings the light
Evil way in the night

H Mass in the end
Can you cast the night
All those days and nights, God slaved to give us creature comforts
Why would we have free will, if He thought we'd always call
Maybe it's a lack
All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands,
It took two days
For me to figure out
This isn't working out
But I lost my way

I drove all night
Just to be with you
But you weren't worth the view
nights
I slept all day, I worked all night
With a burnin' hunger I said goodbye
To every victim that caught my eye

I have no mercy
I tell no lies
I
There is more at stake 
Than all my petty problems 
Like the way that the moonlight 
Sings its quiet logic 
To the Florida coast
Because of Christmas day

While shepherds watch their flock by night
They see a bright new shining star
Then hear a choir sing
The music seemed to come from
Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the freezing cold
No candles would light at Evening Mass

The days passed by without a sigh
But dusk came thick with
breakfast make love all through the day
If we're not back in love by Monday we can go our sep'rate ways

If we're not back in love by Monday we can't say
shepherds
Watched their flocks by night
They saw a bright new shining star
And heard the choir from heaven sing
The music seemed to come from afar
respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations
This is your station baby

All I see is
stand the thought
Of another cold day...
I AIN'T GOT A CHINAMAN'S CHANCE IN LIMBO
Mass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
Winter is here, and it's cold this time of year.
There's snow everywhere in sight, falling on this winter night.
By candle light, we share this
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
romancin', watchin' the late show by the fire

When our kids are grown with kids of their own
They'll send us away, to a little home in Florida
And we'll
the fire

When our kids are grown
With kids of their own
They'll send us away
To a little home in Florida
We'll play checkers all day
Until we pass