Its Hard To Fix The Names

Its hard to fix the flaws, pick the plots, and grip the grass.
Hmm, a perfect recipe for saturday night!

Moon! Hey! You sunshine, you the shadow of the dark, think you can compete with me?

Hey! You musical bass, you seem fantastic. Think you can move my heart?

Hey! You mad mind, you are intelligent. Think you can put me down?

Hey! You silence. Think you can screech my ears?

Hey! Am I so unconditional?
Are you so possessive?
Am I dear?
Are you here?

Yeah, its hard to get your name fixed, its hard to fix the flaws, pick the plots and grip the grass.

Is everything so panornamic?
Big screens, big minds and big moves and big everything else!
What else?
What else?
What else?

Unpricise, undue and unpleasant, still a bowl of molten gold, and a flying coffin.

Any comments?