Parody of “Manhattan Sleeps”, words and music by
Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff
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Parody lyrics ©2007-07-08 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
On a dusty barge atop a cratered steel-gray hill,
Stands Carl Harris by a tank he cannot fill.
Just a lumpy old rock, empty tanks and tangled lines.
Praying for one last ignition.
In a Princeton building, Laurie's Ph.D.
Kept her awake tonight, so she glances up to see
The latest shipment, bringing world prosperity
Or perhaps, a local Armageddon.
New Jersey sleeps tonight
Under a lake of new-fallen stone.
Carbonaceous chondrite
Whose power shook the earth to the bone.
I can feel the ghosts
Sealed in a tomb all their own.
A new moon rises, spinning slowly end to end,
The sky is falling, and there's no way to defend.
Each ancient granual melts into a slag,
Trading photons for momentum.
The beach is heated by a thousand summer days.
The streets lie melted in the atmospheric blaze.
But come the winter, who knows what will have grown
On the glassy plain of stone?
New Jersey sleeps tonight
Under a lake of new-fallen stone.
Carbonaceous chondrite
Whose power shook the earth to the bone.
I can feel the ghosts
They're sealed in a tomb all their own.
Poor Carl's life, so far from home and wife,
Has reached a bitter end.
Laurie's eyes are transfixed on the skies,
As she stares from the window at a single blazing falling star.
(Falling down on) New Jersey sleeps tonight
Under a lake of new-fallen stone.
Carbonaceous chondrite
Whose power shook the earth to the bone.
I can feel the ghosts
Sealed in a tomb all their own.
But come the winter, who knows what will have grown
On the glassy plain of stone?
New Jersey sleeps tonight
Under a lake of new-fallen stone.
Carbonaceous chondrite
Whose power shook the earth, briefly.
I can feel the ghosts! I can feel them.
They're sealed in a tomb all their own.
But it's cool now! It's all cool now!
Spoken softly:
Cool.
New Jersey sleeps tonight
Under a lake of new-fallen stone.