Losing pyjamas, also marbles.
Posted by Michael at 02:13 on September 12th, 2009.
Wow! 12th of September already huh?
This latest album is entirely orchestral, with a very nonsensical Dr. Seuss/Lewis Carroll-esque story running throughout. Uhhh... there's nothing much else to say really haha.
Here is the story --
In a maze mad with ropes, and some un-funny jokes
And where the glass is kept clean as a whistle
Some mysterious folk, live down there in the smoke
and they're frequently referred to as the "quistle"
Few far between, although quite easily seen
They were gorgeous, even if they looked funny.
They kept the glass clean, and they kept their grass green
And more often than not, the sun sunny.
My yes, a loverly race, they would often embrace.
But! Not getting caught was the main thing.
You see, kissing a quistle, and whistling with thistle
Could easily be thought as the same thing!!
Like a prick of a thistle, if you may kiss a quistle
(assuming you have the opportunity)
One does ruffle the feathers, of the establishment's endevours
and you'd be blacklisted amongst the whole community.
But anyway... I digress, and I guess it's hard to digest.
But if the lip bleeds, then, well, you'd have to stitch her.
It causes me great pain that its so hard to explain.
So to help you fine folk, here's a picture;
Ok, so then I made a suggestion to the quistle in question,
(As he asked "Now what, dear narrator, now what?")
"Well, the needle and thread," I said, "are kept under my bed,
In a box, decorated with cow spots."
A cowbox is strangely enough, a tad mangy
And is capable of... many things.
Uh... but I'm certain that this'll be perfect for quistle
For bleeding lips, cuts, scars, ..or anything!
So for four years he'd travel, to my house here in the gravel
and on his mode of transport, he dismounted
And undoing the two locks, upon opening the cowbox,
That fuzzy lil quistle was counter'd!
Now, counter'd? What is that? Some backward bound mishap?
What's involved in this dis-figuration?
I'm not great with words, and indeed it's absurd
So I must rely on another illustration.
HA! You see?
With eyes on his chin, one would frown, one would grin
They'd always be feeling the opposite!
They wouldn't share nostrils, but yes, the same tonsils.
And were they annoyed? Oh my! Not a bit!
So quick smart, they sewed up the lip which had swelled up
and the stitches were sweeter than honey!
But the top half did frown, when they rode back to town,
Because in all honesty, the lip looked pretty funny.
The other quistles did scoff at them, but it didn't really bother them
For you see, they were used to such dramas.
But you know, it's been said that when they headed to bed,
one was heard to ask "...where's my pyjamas?"
---Thanks to Jase for narrating.
