Twilight Time
Andy Williams
This version did not chart but
It was a # 1 for The Platters in 1958
Words by Buck Ram. Music by Morty Nevins, Al Nevins, and Artie Dunn
Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it's twilight time
When purple-colored curtains mark the end of day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time
Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way I fall in love again as I did then
Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way I fall in love again as I did then
Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight timeFirst Verse: Prince Poetry
I be the Prince mastermind of lyrical bomb threats
green beret just to take it to the next
lets observe this worldwide what's the status?
lies alibis and racism is bustin at us
so I dive take cover pull out to bust back
tight fisted rap type cat with fly shit on the map
One of the most illustrious emcees livin wit' ya
styles hoping that it'll fit ya
Sit ya down peep my intergalactic type sound
with a little common sense and some soul
while the punding of stress builds it's time to prove
Attica Blues from the Dept, collect mine's cos I already paid my dues
Uhh, emerging up from teh Organized dungeon
keeping this shit tender, from New York to London
plunge in mega-knowledge and dept gets swept
for lunging at a ground layer, player, now Monche is bringing the drums
in, uhh.
Second Verse: Pharoahe Monch
Who flips in to two dimensions
turning poison dipped razors
at foes, and crews who choose to NOT pay dues
those niggas that act up in my scenery, cinema
why when I'm a nigga that's eminent
in size like tenement buildings, plus sky scrapers fly
but Pharoe does not stick to fly paper
I, Aeon fluctuate
way beyond points of vanishing, vanishing emcees
managing rhymes that are damaging space time continuums
continually I collect emcees as ornaments
in rememberance of those once defeated in rap tournaments.
Sample:
Woman:
"From paper to pen, from pen to...."
(Fade)