Radio, Music, Magic

There are few things 
These days
Left to the imagination
In this League of Nations
Radio, Music, Magic

Send a signal
Into the Aether
For all the world to hear
There's nothing quite so queer
Radio, Music, Magic

Turn your attention
To writing songs
A whole world exposed
Magic head to toe
Radio, Music, Magic

Over here
soothing elixir
That doth sooth thy soul
Your imagination is gold
Radio, Music, Magic

Intergalactic Collect Call

Late at night
The message arrived
From Centauri Sector Nine
A chill went up my spine

Through the static crash
I heard a muffled voice
The being on the phone
Shrieked and then moaned

The message then got clear
I heard it with both ears
The voice said in great fear
"We've just run out of beer!"

A Red Letter Day

A Red star
A Red Letter
Great news
It's all coming together
On this Red Letter Day

Last week
Bad news
Sad news
Singing the blues
Paying some dues

Life is
A mixed bag
Some happy
Some sad
Some mysteriously

The paradox
Is when
Bad news
Turns out to be
The best thing
That could ever happen

It seems that
Today is that
Turning point
I hadn't even hoped for
Silly me

In our worries
We forget to see Miracles
That might come to be
Life is a mystery