domenica 30 gennaio 2011

Squonk

Like father like son
Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth.
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle,
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go.
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Could never put a smile on that face.

Hes a sly one, hes a shy one
Wouldnt you be too.
Scared to be left all on his own.
Hasnt a, hasnt a friend to play with, the ugly duckling
The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes.

All the while in perfect time
His tears are falling on the ground
But if you dont stand up you dont stand a chance.

Go a little faster now, you might get there in time.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
His heart was broken long before he ever came to you.
Stop your tears from falling,
The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
All to see at night.

In season, out of season
Whats the difference when you dont know the reason.
In one hand bread, the other a stone.
The hunter enters the forest.
All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsmans horn
By the look of this one youve not got much to fear.

Here I am, Im very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours.
Now listen here, listen to me, dont you run away now
I am a friend, Id really like to play with you.
Making noises my little furry friend would make
Ill trick him, then Ill kick him into my sack.
You better watch out... you better watch out.

Ive got you, Ive got you, youll never get away.

Walking home that night
The sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder.
When suddenly it stopped,
I opened up the sack, all that I had
A pool of bubbles and tears - just a pool of tears.

All in all you are a very dying race
Placing trust upon a cruel world.
You never had the things you thought you should have had
And youll not get them now,
And all the while in perfect time
Your tears are falling on the ground.

The squonk is of a very retiring disposition and due to its ugliness, weeps constantly. it is easy prey for hunters who simply follow a tear-stained trail. when cornered it will dissolve itself

Tears.

True or false?

(Tony Banks/Mike Rutherford)

GENESIS
da "A Trick of a Tail" 1976

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