T M W S I Y の歌詞...

INTRODUCTION

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Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. And in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus. Icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed, because they had the Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universe, and had enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. And so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in Gamehendge. His name was Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige. Wilson lived with the Lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the Helping Friendly Book, and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the Lizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himself king and enslaved the innocent people of Gamehendge. He cut down the trees and built a city, which he called Prussia. And in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the Helping Friendly Book out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom. Colonel Forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. He saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. Fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. For fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. It had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass. He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog McGrupp. It had started out as a typical stroll with McGrupp bounding joyously ahead of the preoccupied colonel. As they reached the apex of the hill, he saw it and he knew it had always been there, and felt foolish for overlooking the door for so long. At first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. And on this morning, Colonel Forbin stepped through the door...

Lizards

Passing through the corridor I came upon an aging knight

Who leaned against the wall in gnarly armor

He was on his way to see the king

Wilson Wilson Wilson

He led me through the streets of Prussia talking

As he tried to crush a bug that scurried underneath his bootheel

He said there was a place where we should go

So he lead me through the forest to the edge of a lagoon by which

We wandered 'til we reached a bubbly spring

The knight grew very quiet as we stood there

Then he lifted up his visor and he turned to me and he began to sing

He said I come from the land of darkness

I said I come from the land of doom

He said I come from the land of Gamehendge

From the land of the big baboon

But I'm never never going back there

And I couldn't if I tried

'Cause I come from the land of Lizards

And the Lizards they have died

And the Lizards they have died

And the Lizards they have died

And the Lizards they have...

He told me that the Lizards were a race of people practically extinct

From doing things smart people don't do

He said that he was once a Lizard too...

His name was Rutherford the Brave and he was on a quest to save

His people from the fate that lay before them.

Their clumsy end was perilously near

The Lizards would be saved, he said, if they could be enlightened

By the writings of the Helping Friendly Book

In all of Prussia only one existed

And Wilson had declared that any person who possessed it was a crook

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The Helping Friendly Book, it seemed, possessed the ancient secrets

Of eternal joy and never-ending splendor

The trick was to surrender to the flow

We walked along beneath the moon

He lead us through the bush 'till soon

We saw before our eyes a raging river

He said that we could swim it if we tried

And saying this the knight dove in forgetting that his suit of arms

Would surely weigh him down and so he sunk

And as his body disappeared before me

I bowed my head in silence and remembered all thoughts that he had thunk

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But Rutherford and Forbin weren't alone. And suddenly an unexpected movement caught his eye. On the far side of the river he saw a shaggy creature standing in the weeds; who stared across at Forbin with an unrelenting gaze. A gigantic mass of muscles and claws. The hideous beast reared back and hurled himself in the water and swam toward the region where Rutherford lay. And in a flash, the beast was gone, underneath the surface to the frosty depths below while Forbin, bewildered, waited alone. The seconds dragged by in what seemed like hours till finally the colonel felt it all had been a dream. Defeated, he bowed his head then turned to go. Suddenly with a roar, the creature emerged before him and held the brave knight's body to the sky. And the creature laid the knight upon the shore. And the colonel fell beside his friend in prayer that he'd survive. And Rutherford, brave Rutherford was alive. Forbin and the unit monster were crouched over the soggy knight carefully removing his bulky helmet when the colonel heard a sound behind him. He turned around and came face to face with an enormous shaggy horse-like creature covered from head to tail with alternating blotches of brown and white. It was a two-toned multi-beast, and atop the multi-beast sat the most beautiful woman the colonel had ever seen. After fifty-two years of undaunted bachelorhood, the colonel felt a feeling rush over him as he had never felt before.

Tela

The sky is burning in this lonely land

And I kneel by the river and I feel the sand and the wind

The wind from beyond the mountain

The wind from beyond the mountain

And she comes to me in this lonely land

And looks down from the multi-beast on which she rides like the wind

The wind from beyond the mountain

The wind from beyond the mountain

Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hut

In the shadow of Wilson's castle

Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil

In the shadow of Wilson's castle

Glory esteem fueled by her hatred it grew

Swelling to the point where it would

Burst at the seems there was nothing she could do

Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain

Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain

A lullaby the breezes whisper

And I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thaw

And burns, 'til layer after layer melts away into a pool

A sky blue mirror of her eyes

And my soul is made of marble but in her gaze I crumble into dust

And drift away on the wind

The wind from beyond the mountain

The wind from beyond the mountain

Tela grew strong from her struggle to endure

In the shadow of Wilson's castle

Time touched her wounds and shelter proved the cure

In the shadow of Wilson's castle

Each passing day seemed to feed the brazen serpent locked inside

And liberate the spirit she'd concealed for so long

There was no place left to hide

Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain

Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain

A lullaby the breezes whisper

Tela reached out her hand and helped Forbin on to the back of the multi-beast, and together they rode off into the forest. As they rode, Tela explained to him about Wilson and the Helping Friendly Book. She told the colonel that she was part of a revolution to overthrow the evil king. The leader of the revolution was a Lizard named Errand Wolfe who was out to avenge the death of his son Roger. Roger, she said, had been executed by Wilson at the age of fourteen on suspicion of treason. He had been abducted from his home and hung in the public square.

The two rode on in silence, deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest until they came to the outskirts of a small community. Tela explained to Forbin that they had reached the base of the revolutionaries. The colonel looked up and there in the center of the clearing stood Errand Wolfe. He was a small man but his presence was overpowering. He seemed to emit a kind of violent energy that sent chills down the colonel's spine. And as the multi-beast moved towards him, he raised his fist in anger, and his voice filled the forest.

Wilson

Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone

Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone

Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you

Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you

Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book

Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook

Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you

Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you

I talked to my son Roger, Rutherford the same

[or "I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same"]

When we had that meeting, over down near Game(henge)

Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you

Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you

You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one

I must inquire, Wilson, can you still have fun?

Wilson, can you still have fun?

Wilson, can you still have fun?

Wilson

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