Fire Coming Out (Of The Money's Head)

[Guest thepoet]

At the foot of a mountain, a town did exist.

The Happyfolk lived there; proud, full of bliss.

A mystery, nobody knew they were there

Obscured by grey clouds hung in the air.

The violence and excess, trials and tests

Of the world couldn't make their happiness less.

Innocent, living in harmony with the sprit

Of the mountain named Monkey, they just want to be near it.

Then one day Strangefolk did arrive.

Camouflage-tinted, hiding behind

Dark glasses. Wretched, breath like a carcass,

Crept from the depths of a Tartarus.

Nobody noticed the ghost-like forms of the abnorm

In the shadows borne out of the fact all

Happyfolk lacked of the truth of the eyes.

To survive, the Happyfolk HAD to be blind.

 

Time passed by and the Strangefolk climbed

Higher and higher, until they arrived

At a place where the walls gave way to a cave

Of truth and sincerity, beauty and grace.

Purely by chance, they stumbled and crept

To the place where the Good Souls eventually rest

With jewels and gemstone treasures;

Tempted, the Strangefolk knew no better.

They coveted riches above all things:

Their lack of respect for the land was appalling.

Soon they were mining the mountain for more.

Quick came the chaos. They carved to the core.

Meanwhile, down in the town,

The Happyfolk slept so restless, frowns all around.

Their dreams were invaded by cynical hunters,

Invisible raiders with spiritual hungers

Digging their souls up, chipping their hearts.

Even awake, they were living in darkness.

Each day people would speak to the mountain,

Seeking the reason that evil surrounds them.

As the Strangefolk mined deeper

And deeper the weather got bleaker.

Over the mountain, holes did appear and a cold

Bitter wind blew through, cooling the soul

Of the Monkey. For the first time ever

The Happyfolk felt fear tie them together.

They knew that it soon would all be enough

And that from a deep sleep would the Monkey erupt.

 

And then came a sound.

It was distant at first.

It grew to castrophony, huge and immense

That far, far away into space it was heard.

 

There were no screams, and there was no time. The mountain named Monkey had spoken. There was only fire and then..... nothing.

[Guest thepoet]

This is a cover I wrote of a Gorillaz song of the same name, narrated by Dennis Hopper. I loved the beat and enjoyed the story so much that I wanted to write it in rhyme. It was the second track I ever recorded.