The Dancing Did - The Headmaster And The Fly | Текст песни

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• The Dancing Did
• The Headmaster And The Fly

A quiet darkened, quite still, no enquiries,
headmaster’s study.
Suffocating oak panels,
smothering in soft shiny beeswax.
Yellow painted plaster mock Tudor roses
dripping from the ceiling.
Tiger skin blending into faded blood red
thread-bare carpet.
Diamond-paned, nicotine stained glass
windows.
A mighty pigskin covered desk, with ornate,
ivory, antique inkstand.
Behind the desk a man . .
The head. . master.
Dustless eyelids open
And revealed in the reflection
Of his large pupils . . a small pupil
Requiring summary correction.
Bulging eyes regard the boy
With measured mock astonishment,
Then a raising of eyebrows and grinding of teeth
Heralds the coming admonishment.
Pursed lips open alligator slow, as a deep red
tongue flicks around its dark wet home.
Words fall croaking out. . bump off the huge
desk, bang round the walls,
Climb up mullioned windows . . but miss the
young miscreant’s ears.
It’s then that the fly appears . .
No knocks or appointments, just straight
through the window.
Its black shiny body makes straight for the
dead smell of the headmaster,
Where it wildly buzzes around his head, like
a playful miniature vulture.
A precise, thin, white, chalk steeped swat
misses the circling insect,
As it farts and darts away . .
To a speck of dust where it sheds a million
germs that run amock,
And copulate unnoticed on the headmaster’s desk top.
It climbs and dives, it climbs and dives, it
climbs and dives, it climbs 0and dives,
It loops the loop, it drops a mid-air shit
without a care,
As the ancient man drones on and on, it
screeches through the air,
As the ancient man drones on and on, it
screeches through the air,
As the ancient man drones on and on, it
screeches through the air,
As the ancient man drones on and on, it
screeches through the air . . . . . . . .