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We’ll Begin With a Spin-Traveling in the World of My Creation

Willy Wonka
Pure Imagination

From all over the globe,
people have gathered here
waiting for the hour to strike,
waiting to catch a glimpse of that
legendary magician
Mr. Willy Wonka.

Hold your breath
Make a wish
Count to three

Come with me and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination

Take a look and you’ll see
Into your imagination



Reach the stars
Fly a fantasy

Dream a dream
And what you see will be

Limahl
The NeverEnding Story

We’ll begin with a spin
Traveling in the world of my creation
What we’ll see will defy explanation

No, no.
There’d be children
floating all over the place!

He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

Paul Simon
You Can Call Me Al

When illusion spin her net
I’m never where I wanna be
And liberty, she pirouette
When I think that I am free

Peter Gabriel
Solsbury Hill

Or am I standing still?
Beneath the darkened sky
Or am I standing still?
With the scenery flying by

Jewel
Standing Still

Oh, you should never, never doubt
what nobody is sure about.

Some things you have to believe
But others are puzzles, puzzling me

Coldplay
Speed of Sound

You can fly to the moon this way!

From now on,
we keep our feet on the ground.

An elevator can only go up and down,
but the Wonkavator can go sideways and slantways
and longways and backways . . .

Lost in a dream
I don’t know which way to go

Paula Abdul
Straight Up

Round the world and home again,
that’s the sailor’s way!

There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There’s nothing to it

Pressure, pushin’ down on me
Pressin’ down on you, no man ask for

Queen & David Bowie
Under Pressure

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination

Living there you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be

I shall be free, free
free of those voices inside me

The Smashing Pumpkins
Rocket

We are the music makers,
and we are the dreamers of dreams.

It’s magic, you know
Never believe it’s not so

Pilot
Magic

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