«The lady said to
the tiger, as they stood behind some doors,
"I'm sick of
this job. I don't know what we're waiting here fors.
I'm turning off
life support. I'm putting an end to this joke."
The tiger thought
about this, and then the tiger spoke.
"Starving the
beast, at the very least,
will just increase its hunger.
Go right ahead and
starve me dead.
It will only make me stronger."
The lady said,
"I'm bustin' out of this prison.
I got laser vision, and I'm burning a
hole in the wall."
The tiger said
"Wait, you'll start a fire,
destroy the entire
lady and the tiger hall."
"Felines and
dames in flames will hardly serve your aims.
Do you surmise
it's wise to have laser beams
emitting from your eyes?"
"Point taken,
cat.
I can well see that our lives are worth protecting,
but I submit, it's
time we quit this hoping and expecting.
"Felines and
dames in flames will hardly serve my aims,
but in my dreams,
it seems that my eyes are always shooting laser beams."
The hall remains,
it still contains a pair of doors, a choice.
Behind one door, a
muffled roar, behind the other, a voice.»
Photos by Katerina Plotnikova
Lyrics by They Might Be Giants
Lyrics by They Might Be Giants
6 comentários:
Felines in flames ? Até tu, brutus?
Que gatinho mais fofinho e lindo!!!
Tão lindosssss!
HIERRA: é poético, não é pirotécnico, pá!
M. "I tawt I taw a puddy tat"... :-)
SUPERSÓNICA: muitooo lindooosss!!!
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