I Don’t Want to Go Off to the Land Of Nod

Hey guys!
If I was recording an alt-gothic album this would be the lyrics for a song on it.
They would be inspired by the arty-doodles of @QuirkyJoe_
They would have this review by @jaffne:
"I am awfully concerned by this...all my childhood sweet dreams and lullabies, twisted! I fear I shall never sleep again! It's like Bucks Fizz's Land of Make Believe, but with a serial killer lurking even more menacingly! *weeps*"

Yip - this would be it, alright:

I Don’t Want to Go Off to the Land Of Nod

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod,

That’s where the monsters are

They creep, wait and chase me far

If they catch me,

My bones will be gnawed

At dusk I hear the death rattle windows,

World full of creaks and wheeze

Rain drips slow from misery trees

Night winds gust

With malignant blows

Sleep is out where Alien pessimism goes

They stare at me with objective eyes

They experiment to weigh out lives

Then fly away sadly,

In blue Martian UFO’s

No I don’t want to go to the land of Nod

The land of Nod is reached only by some

A Time split alternate universe

A poisoned fog, an evil drawn hearse

It is the landscape

Where the creatures run

When I sleep deepest I talk to the Dead

Past time Folks come to me

I say my peace to set them all free

To non-listening,

Ghosting Extants in my head

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod

Please don’t take me there,

Place of dark shadow being’s lair

Where nothing is

Without Sense of odd

Night light of the light house, lead me to the shore,

I have had enough of crashing on the rocks

I don’t let the Sandman get too close

Sits in a tower block with a gun

He takes pot-shots at me for fun

Drinking nightcaps

In bloody nightclothes

When I close both eyes I see my dream

She’s lovely, stung lipped and fair

But she’s a soulless nightmare

Just a chemical mix

Of orange and green

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod

All things in my skull reside here

Everything I suppress in fear

Expressions of all

The ways I am flawed

No I don’t want to go to the land of Nod

Night light of the light house! Sweep weak light around!

I have had enough of falling on the rocks

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod

That’s where the monsters are

Lurking in labyrinths most bizarre

Razor walls slashed

Nights’ grey fabric clawed

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod

That’s where the monsters are

They creep, wait and chase me far

If they catch me,

My bones will be gnawed

I don’t want to go off to the land of Nod,

I’ll take pills, sup caffeine too

I’ll transfuse all my sleep into you

If they catch you,

Your bones will be gnawed

I won’t go back to the land of Nod

….

….

Dictaphone’s choppy, cracklingly muffled recording:

[Sexy psychiatrist lady voice] So what was it this time?

[Greville Tombs] Paper dinosaurs and goblin zombie wars. Doctor, what does it mean?

[Sexy psychiatrist lady voice] I can’t tell you, we are both in your dream

But, of course, there is no album - so none of this technically ever really happened.