Stray Bolt

Did you know?

Did you did you did you know

That Italy didn't have noodles

Until Marco Polo brought them

From the Orient?

Cicero never ate noodles.

Nero didn't eat noodles.

Ovid never tasted them.

Maybe Narcissus did, but he was Greek.

Who knows?

You know…

You know, you know, you know

Something's loose up here.

Rattling around like a stray bolt.

Or a pair of dice in an ashtray.

Someone needs to find me a new head—

this one's broken.

Guess what?

Guess what, guess what, guess what?

Time has no meaning.

This became obvious in 1914,

when Britain pushed their country ahead

One hour. And back again.

Been doing it ever since.

I am…

I am, I am, I am,

The King of green things,

growing things, doors,

ill-u-si-on.

You wanna be Queen?

We can rule a land of

Silicone dreams and machines,

Just c'mere, baby,

and tap this vein.

What if…

What if, what if, what if…

I had an english accent?

Would you like me better, then, baby?

How well does that fit?

Hooked on phonics worked it for me.

Apples and oranges, baby,

Apples and oranges, apples and oranges

All decay in the same way.

We all die.

So who wants to be first?

Form an orderly line.

We'll fix you all up, all up, pretty.

Nose jobs, cheek implants, and that's not all!

Who said that beauty is as beauty does?

And what the hell

Were they talking about, anyway?

Actually it was Chaucer,

And he didn't mean what you think.

Neither did I, just then,

but we all get tired and over emotional

sometime or another.

Quick, before it's too late

Will you please, will you please?

Make me stop?

Anytime, promise to be good, if you just

Make sure the lights are out

When this is all over.

The ball is in your court,

I'm just sitting on the sidelines.

I am,

I am, I am, I am,

the King of bell, book, and candle,

Rushes, reeds, woodwinds,

Coming to a theatre near you,

ill-u-si-on.

Hey,

You wanna be a Queen?

Notes: Odd repititions and a Decidedly Male Perspective ™. No, I don't know where this came from, or where it even intended on taking itself, but I suppose it's a nice little ramble through the wide, wandering, yang side of my brain.