Song parody of
A Mid Winter Night's Dream
by Rheostatics
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the A Mid Winter Night's Dream song by Rheostatics.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
In the Winter. In the Winter's time.
Sidewalk shrinking, and you?
TV's twinkling. The sky cushioned my ditch with a couch of snow.
So soft. So deep and so cold. And you?
Sweet sweet silence. I'm already gone.
Pleased to meet you. You speckled my throat like a junkie'd prick,
So cold, so blue, and shallow.
It hiss like snow do
As though fish's could know any better
Underneath the ice in suspension.
It feels like your mouth.
A drip of spit on the end of your tongue
Falls into the ice and cracks like thunder
And a dream I had of girders
And an abandoned truck in the underground parking lot
With the keys in the ignition.
If I be the crane, if you be the site inspector
Who had a scotch at lunch and a problem with his wife?
You didn't notice
The truck, the wires,
The white silence of the coming blue fires,
The sabotage of a giant thing that would benefit the workers.
It's all too much. A spirit can't sink any deeper
In to dope, dope, dope, and submission.
It's a dream I have. Yeah, it's what I think I know.
'Cause if all this pain and endless anger has somewhere to go
If I had the permit to, all hail Leo Copter!
And you would like my face.
You would like my face.
Sweet, sweet silence. I'm already gone.
In the Winter. In the Winter's time.
Sidewalk shrinking, and you?
TV's twinkling. The sky cushioned my ditch with a couch of snow.
So soft. So deep and so cold. And you?
Sweet sweet silence. I'm already gone.
Pleased to meet you. You speckled my throat like a junkie'd prick,
So cold, so blue, and shallow.
It hiss like snow do
As though fish's could know any better
Underneath the ice in suspension.
It feels like your mouth.
A drip of spit on the end of your tongue
Falls into the ice and cracks like thunder
And a dream I had of girders
And an abandoned truck in the underground parking lot
With the keys in the ignition.
If I be the crane, if you be the site inspector
Who had a scotch at lunch and a problem with his wife?
You didn't notice
The truck, the wires,
The white silence of the coming blue fires,
The sabotage of a giant thing that would benefit the workers.
It's all too much. A spirit can't sink any deeper
In to dope, dope, dope, and submission.
It's a dream I have. Yeah, it's what I think I know.
'Cause if all this pain and endless anger has somewhere to go
If I had the permit to, all hail Leo Copter!
And you would like my face.
You would like my face.
Sweet, sweet silence. I'm already gone.
