Tim Burton - Vincent (jedenfalls glaube ich, dass der Text von Tim Burton stammt)

Der Wahnsinn wird fett dargestellt.

Vincent Malloy is seven years old,
He's always polite and does, what he's told.
For a child of his age he's considered a nice-
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price...

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cats,
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders, lizards and bats.
There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented
And wander dark hallways alone and tormented.

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum...

He likes to experiment on his dog, Abacromby,
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie,
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog.

His thoughts though aren't only of ghoulish crime-
He likes to paint and read, to pass some of the time.
While other kids read stories like "Go, Jane, go"
Vincents favourite author is Edgar Allan Poe.

One night, while reading a gruesome tale,
He read a passage that made him turn pale.
Such horrible news he could not survive,
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead-
Unaware that her grave was his mothers flower bed.
His mother sent Vincent off to his room,
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom,
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life:
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.

All alone and insane encased in his doom,
Vincents mother burst suddenly into the room.
She said: "If you want to, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak-
The years of isolation had made him quite weak,
So he took out some paper and scrolled with a pen:
"I am possesed by this house and can never leave it again!"

His mother said: "You are not possesed and you're not almost dead!
These games that you play are all in your head!
You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy!
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy!
You're seven years old and you are my son!
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now stretched out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creek,
His horrid insanity had reached it's beak.
He saw Abacromby, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands,
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands...

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams...
To escape the madness he reached for the door,
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.

His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted the raven, from Edgar Allan Poe:
"And my soul, from out that shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted
Nevermore."

narrated by Vincent Price