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(Then It Went) Just a Little Bit Wrong |
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| This is the first song I wrote for the honestly-not-really-a-real-thing-at-all piece Horror! the Musical.
It comes right at the beginning of the not-play when a young
woman ventures into the obviously haunted house she has just purchased.
Then...well...it goes just a little bit wrong... |
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| (Then It
Went) Just a Little Bit Wrong |
| All alone In the growing twilight. Waiting for Some kind of sign. Wind is whistling Through the chimney. [Beat] I’m sure it Will be fine. Thinking that I have Peculiar neighbours. Wondering How nice they are. Is that a footstep there On the cellar stair? I left my flashlight In the car. All my friends were saying there was something wrong with me, Buying this old house for just a song. I tried to reassure them it was safe as it could be. Then it went...just a little bit wrong. Coming to this place Without a cell phone, Confident that I Will be okay. Everything Is pretty normal. [Beat] At least, it Seems that way. Seeing movement In the shadows. Assuming it Is only mice. Everything is fine. Why, yes, this house is mine, And no, I took No one’s advice. When I signed the papers and took ownership, I knew This lovely house and I would get along. I’d all those pretty bedrooms and nice windows to look through! Then it went...just a little bit wrong. It’s not that there are ghosts and zombies lurking everywhere. It’s not that there are corpses under every board and stair. I think that if there were, it would be easier to know how I should be. If your boyfriend is a psychopathic, you know to run away. If your closet’s full of monsters, you can handle that okay. Give me full and outright terror; I don’t want to have to deal with sublety. Everything is normal. Confidence is strong. Then it goes...just a little bit wrong. Trying the lights; Thank God they’re working. Sure that I’ll Do well alone. Tomorrow I’ll bring couches, And on Thursday, They’ll hook up the phone. I was just a bit Needlessly nervous. I can really see No problem here. Just let me make this flickering lightbulb right. There’s no lightbulb. Why’s there light? Oh Dear... There’s a possibility I’m in over my head. The fear’s already getting pretty strong. I should have bought a nice suburban bungalow instead. But things were...just a little bit They were...only a little bit I think it’s gone...just a little it wrong. Back to Music page |