|Words For The Marseilles Tarot
||[May. 13th, 2007|02:44 pm]
Life is rarely what it seems
But you can trust me- in your dreams
The mysteries my curtains hide
May repay study. You decide.
I've rheumatism in my knees.
Make mine a large one- pretty please
And mine's a pint. I do not shirk
from duty- but it's thirsty work.
Kneel down, my children, listen well.
And you'll escape the fires of hell
Love is best and that's the truth,
But which is sweeter- age or youth?
It takes a steady hand, you know,
But-boy- can my jalopy go!
I grip my sword, my balance wavers.
Sorry, but i don't do favours.
I'm looking for an honest man.
It's been decades since I began.
La Roue de Fortune
The wheel goes up, the wheel goes down.
Which is the way to London town?
You think it's brave to go to war?
Try holding shut the lion's jaw.
I've lived my life and when all's said,
I've known worse things than being dead.
I murder people with a scythe.
Gee, it's great to be alive!
For what we are about to receive
Be thankful. that's what I believe.
Look at me. look at my dick.
Tell me, do i make you sick?
La Maison Dieu
O, O, be still, my beating heart;
That castle has just come apart.
My little bird sings, 'though we care
Nothing for folk, we treat them fair.'
The world is full of grief and shit.
I guess we must conform to it.
O, I don't know. It could be worse.
I'll be doctor. You be nurse.
Girls and boys come out to play.
Rise from your beds, it's judgement day!
And afterwards the world will be
A right good place for such as we.
We we we we we we we