They Might Be Giants

The Edison Museum

They Might Be Giants


Tom: B

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The Edison Museum, not open to the public
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Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
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Folks drive in from out of town
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To gaze in amazement when they see it

[Verse 1]
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Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard
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Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
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Through the iron bars, I see the Black Mariah
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Revolving slowly on its platform
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In the topmost tower, a light burns dim
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A coiling filament glowing within

[Chorus 2]
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The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
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Today is but a darkened, cobweb covered hive of industry
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The tallest, widest and most famous
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Haunted mansion in New Jersey

[Verse 2]
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Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva
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Recites a poem on a phonograph
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Ghosts float up the stair, like silent moving pictures
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The loyal phantoms of his in-house staff
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A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
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But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out

[Chorus 3]
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So when your children quarrel and nothing seems to quell them
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Tell them that you'll take them to the Edison Museum
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The largest independently owned
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And operated mausoleum