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Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,
obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence
that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey
was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses,
but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead
In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of the
mountain,
and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable
Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls
Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all
things,
and soon they began to mine the mountain,
its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their
souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
that chilled the very soul of them up. For the first time,
the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the
Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep. And then came a
sound.
Distant first, it grew into castrophany
so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams. There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire. And then, nothing.
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?
