They Might Be Giants - The Edison Museum lyrics
[They Might Be Giants - The Edison Museum lyrics]
Its haunted towers rise into
The clouds above it
Folks drive in from out of town
To gaze in amazement when they see it
Just outside the gate I
Look into the courtyard
Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
Through the iron bars, I see the Black Maria
Revolving slowly on it's platform
In the topmost tower, a light burns dim
A coiling filament glowing within
The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
Today is but a darkened
Cobweb-covered hive of industry the tallest
Widest and most famous haunted
Mansion in New Jersey
Behind a wooden door
The voice of Thomas Alva
Recites a poem on a phonograph
Ghosts float up the stair
Like silent moving pictures
The loyal phantoms of his in-house staff
A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
But no one ever goes in
And no one ever goes out
So when your children quarrel and
Nothing seems to quell them
Just tell them that you'll take
Them to the Edison Museum
The largest independently owned
And operated mausoleum