Musical monsters at nine

When it comes to silver, I like forks and spoons
I like a nice fireplace, with a rug once a bear
I like running water, and still enjoy moons
Yes, I will drink wine. I like my steaks rare

There's so many things that a monster must fear
We certainly won't have those sorts of things here.

A horrific quandary at nine

Could a ghost and a zombie
Be from the same person?
How many undead can you get
And what version?
(It can't get much better
But no way it could worsen.)

Show starts at nine

When you watch a movie
There's so many sights and sounds
But sometimes, it's just too much
The scene only confounds
The audience from knowing
What story is given
The only thing I ask tonight
Is just to sit and listen.

We're leaving at nine

Something's slightly out of place;
It all just feels uncanny.
Maybe songs about outer space
Will help restore my sanity.

Cover the earth at nine.

I don't think it's democracy
But music that's our great export.
Tonight we'll see if we agree
With how it fared in the world court.

I quit smoking last year, actually

Smoke 'em if you got 'em
That motto sounds just fine
And if you're not too tired then
We'll dance again at nine.

Count with me at nine.

Now that we're looking at the last of the heat
I'm wondering how well you kids know your beat.