Day 58 - Accidental Phone Call to All
[The line clicks to life quite accidentally sometime mid-afternoon - the clattering of jars and silverware can be heard, someone bustling around the kitchen -
But that's...not the most prevalent thing you're hearing. No, that would have to be Mary...singing. An odd song. Loudly. Because he thinks no one can hear him. His voice isn't BAD, just...there's...something strange about the way he's singing it. A little apathetic.]
...I have a secret to tell,
from my electrical well,
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out
The whistles and bells...
So the room must listen to me,
filibuster vigilantly,
My name is blue canary one-word
spelled l-i-t-e!
My story's infinite,
like the Longiness Symphonette
It doesn't rest...
...Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch,
Who watches over you -
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it:
say I'm the only bee in your bonnet!
Make a little birdhouse in your soul....
There's a picture opposite me,
of my primitive ancestry,
which stood on rocky shores and
Kept the beaches shipwreck free....
Though I respect that a lot,
I'd be fired if that were my job,
After killing Jason off and
countless screaming argonauts....
[Unsettlingly, there is the sound of a knife cutting across a cutting board at this moment. With...some vigor.]
Bluebird of friendliness,
like guardian angels its
always ne-
Oh. Sorry.
[He realizes at this point that the phone has been on, and stops short.]
But that's...not the most prevalent thing you're hearing. No, that would have to be Mary...singing. An odd song. Loudly. Because he thinks no one can hear him. His voice isn't BAD, just...there's...something strange about the way he's singing it. A little apathetic.]
...I have a secret to tell,
from my electrical well,
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out
The whistles and bells...
So the room must listen to me,
filibuster vigilantly,
My name is blue canary one-word
spelled l-i-t-e!
My story's infinite,
like the Longiness Symphonette
It doesn't rest...
...Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch,
Who watches over you -
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it:
say I'm the only bee in your bonnet!
Make a little birdhouse in your soul....
There's a picture opposite me,
of my primitive ancestry,
which stood on rocky shores and
Kept the beaches shipwreck free....
Though I respect that a lot,
I'd be fired if that were my job,
After killing Jason off and
countless screaming argonauts....
[Unsettlingly, there is the sound of a knife cutting across a cutting board at this moment. With...some vigor.]
Bluebird of friendliness,
like guardian angels its
always ne-
Oh. Sorry.
[He realizes at this point that the phone has been on, and stops short.]