The blackjack dealer stands alone.
He watches the girl
As she wanders the room.
After a few games
The girl looks up
And leaves the table.
She comes to his table,
she's not a great player
and he refuses to cheat
though she drops hints.
After a few games
The girl looks up
And leaves the table.
He watches the girl
As she wanders the room.
The blackjack dealer stands alone.
It's a beautiful night.
His girlfriend comes over to him
Perfectly attired.
He kisses her
Undresses her
And goes over to the bed.
His girlfriend comes over to him
Perfectly attired.
It's a beautiful night.
The monkey cowers in the corner of his cage.
His owner is cruel
and whips him.
He tries to escape,
Tries to rush past
And leave through the door.
His owner is cruel
and whips him.
The monkey cowers in the corner of his cage.
The snake lies still.
Seeing movement,
It strikes.
The boy cries in pain,
and his parent runs near
wielding a rake.
Seeing movement,
It strikes.
The snake lies still.
He is the first one there.
He crosses the line,
proud, and ready for what comes.
It's the big race of the year,
And he's going to win,
He just knows it.
The starter waves his flag
He revs his engine
Focusses on the line ahead
And drives like never before.
It's the big race of the year,
And he's going to win,
He just knows it.
He crosses the line,
proud, and ready for what comes.
He is the first one there.
The beggar lies in the gutter.
The passers by glare,
with contempt and pity.
It is very cold,
But he doesn't notice,
His mind is elsewhere.
After hours of begging,
he has enough,
for a bottle of vodka.
He drinks it quickly
It is very cold,
But he doesn't notice,
His mind is elsewhere.
The passers by glare,
with contempt and pity.
The beggar lies in the gutter.
Working feverishly, the inventor smiles.
This one will be the big one,
This one will make him his fortune.
After a series of explosions,
He sets one lot of plans aside,
And picks up his next idea.
This one will be the big one,
This one will make him his fortune.
Working feverishly, the inventor smiles.
The volcano sits quitely.
Now its sides are covered
with what you'd expect
Trees
Birds
Foliage
Suddenly,
it wakes,
erupts,
and destroys everything in its path.
Trees
Birds
Foliage
Now its sides are covered
with what you'd expect
The volcano sits quitely.
The planet scurries with life.
In comparison, tiny,
Going about their lives.
Hustle
Bustle
Always moving.
But the humans grew foolish
Made bombs which went off
Killing all the people-
but the cockroaches survived.
Hustle
Bustle
Always moving.
In comparison, tiny,
Going about their lives.
The planet scurries with life.
All he wanted to do was build chairs.
So every day,
he poured over plans for hours.
But the robot who chose jobs
chose not carpenter-
but constructor of nuclear missiles.
So every day,
he poured over plans for hours.
All he wanted to do was build chairs.
Allergies kept him awake at night.
Sniff,
sniff.
It drove his wife mad-
she couldn't sleep
which didn't help matters.
One day, she decided to poison his coffee,
but instead of killing him,
it made his allergies worse.
She could feel her failure.
It drove his wife nuts-
she couldn't sleep
which didn't help matters.
Sniff,
sniff.
Allergies kept him awake at night.
He had never killed anyone before.
The man jumped in front of him,
And he shot on instinct.
Full of guilt, he roamed the streets
until he saw a young thug with a gun
To put him out of his misery.
The man jumped in front of him,
And he shot on instinct.
He had never killed anyone before.
The man dies, the boy lives.
He remembers the balance,
the balance of sacrifice.
When he grows up,
he hears a shout.
He runs.
He remembers the balance,
the balance of sacrifice.
The man dies, the boy lives.
She was getting closer to where she needed to be.
The town was on the horizon now:
"The Land of Dreams", indeed.
She knew a man who could help her,
could save her,
she hoped.
She passed through the gates
big, rusty gates
once so full of promise
but tainted now by broken dreams.
It wasn't her first visit,
but it would be her last,
she hoped-
these things were difficult to predict,
with everything always changing.
The police were probably after her,
if they weren't now,
They soon would be.
After what she'd done
she needed refuge
and she knew just where she could find it.
She found the man who had promised to help,
but he too had changed,
his mind.
She hit him, once,
twice,
thrice,
and he fell down dead.
The police were probably after her,
if they weren't now,
They soon would be.
After what she'd done
she needed refuge
and she knew just where she could find it.
It wasn't her first visit,
but it would be her last,
she hoped-
these things were difficult to predict,
with everything always changing.
She passed through the gates
big, rusty gates
once so full of promise
but tainted now by broken dreams.
She knew a man who could help her,
could save her,
she hoped.
The town was on the horizon now:
"The Land of Dreams", indeed.
She was getting closer to where she needed to be.