Dec 11, 2004 12:44
Across the toads the nimble lion wept. He called tofro and cross the pond he lept.
Falling out of lily pad wonders. The lion cried over gold fish blunders.
He falls asleep in the snipey grass. He wonders where his friends have gone to pass.
Hes on his back on a heated rock. Glaring at the little frog who holds the clock.
The little girl wonders out of her haze, wondering where the hell shes been.
((where am i going and why am i in this handbasket))
And I love you. My lovely.
Whoa. I like pie. me oh my. i love pie.
And the angel of death seems so near to her... But wait.
Hello Lucy.
Fer.
And the lion awakes from his dreams. Hearing the gold fish tremble and scream.
"What the hell are you doing" says he. And then he roars so terribly.
He rages on to jaded follows. Rushing through the beaded hollows.
For you shall be silent in the House of Yen. You ignorant species of mighty men.
And the little girl seems so small in contrast.
She has no idea what she is doing.
The sounds reverberate off the walls. Echoing back to her like the great goddess of the Greek.
She loved the mortal man. But stupid her. Now all she can do is repeat.
She loved the mortal man. But stupid her. Now all she can do is repeat.
She loved the mortal man. But stupid her. Now all she can do is repeat.
She loved the mortal man. But stupid her. Now all she can...
And her voice fades to a small whisper.
And she screams in the House of Yen.
And the lion crawls from his hidden space. He lost his mind and his face.
He lays down upon the Crickety Frog. Who sleeps under the Whispery Log.
"Oh why do u talk in such nonsense?" "Oh but why do you jump the over the fence?"
Says the lion to the frog. Underneath the Whispery Log.
She screams at you from her fiery hell. She hates you.
As do i.
You are nothing to the House of Yen.
And you. Shall not. Pass.
Into the doors of the House of Yen.
And lion sees the gold fish swimming. Oh me, oh my, his eyes are brimming.
He cries the tears of golden sky. To hear you tell him this great lie.
He falls under the clear blue water. To lay beneath his fallen daughter.
Tofro, tofro, my lion dear. Why do u run for what u fear?
Welcome to the doors of the House of Yen.
Where men must be silenced and the spirits are unchained.
The doors of the House of Yen...
Lucy.
Fer.