Lyrical Day Tripper (part 2) (771 hits)
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Submitted by Flash Harry (View user info) at 2008-05-19 10:31:08 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/116655
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The Sun had not been set for more than a minute when a huge flare of light burst from the summit of Fool's Hill. It flashed brilliantly for a second, and then calmed into a gentle flickering which caused orange waves to dance across the tree-tops. Convinced that this must be the Fool himself, I jogged across to the bottom of the hill and forced one last effort from my exhausted limbs to ascend the gentle slope, always using the warm candlelight as my guide.
From afar, I could hear a voice talking loudly and innocently. Did the Fool have company already? Shouldn't he be alone? I paused, and listened, but could not make out the words. I cursed this peculiar bind that I found myself in, thinking briefly back to yesterday. How I longed for yesterday.
I took a deep breath and marched onwards towards the source of the flickering light. The crunch of twigs underfoot gave my presence away before I came upon him, and at once the conversation ceased. The light grew brighter, and I ducked my head beneath a low, puffy cloud that had floated down from the sky. The Fool sat alone, much to my surprise and suspicion. A foolish grin spread across his lips, and he kept perfectly still. Then I saw where the light came from.
The top of the Fool's head was as flat as a table-top, from just above the eyebrows. It was as though someone had sliced his crown clean off through the forehead. Hot, liquid wax pooled together atop his levelled head, from which a thick wick sprouted within a blistering flame which danced like ballerina. The Fool on the Hill, it seemed, was a living candle.
"Who is there?" he asked through his idiotic smirk. I realised with a pang of sympathy that he was blind; wax had dripped down into his eyes over time, and hardened. This must be, then, why he kept so statuesque. Any movement of his head would make the wax dribble down his cheeks. There were already countless streams running down either side of his nose, and a few that had reached his bare chest before cooling.
For the Fool was perfectly naked. His skin was waxy and pale, without trace of hair or blemish. He had no nipples. His grin unnerved me, and I hesitated for a moment.
"Who is there?" asked the Fool again, pleasantly.
"I am looking for the Fool on the Hill," I responded. I wondered whether he knew that this was how people described him.
The smile vanished from his lips for a moment. "You shouldn't listen to what they say about me," he warned. "I never listen to them, I know that they're the fools. Come and sit down. Please, tell me - how is the world?"
"Rather confusing," I replied, sitting down. "I was told that you might be able to help me get home. Do you know how to leave the Strawberry Fields?"
"Before the eyes in my head were covered with this infernal wax, I used to see, everyday, the sun going down...see the world spinning round..." he said, ignoring my question completely.
I glanced around the small, well-lit clearing. "Are you alone up here? I thought I heard voices."
"Nobody wants to know me. They all think that I'm just a fool..." The docile grin spread once again across his waxen face.
Would he ever give me a proper answer?
"I'm sorry - were you talking to someone up here, or not?" I probed.
He hesitated for a second, his head dropping slightly and causing a thick stream of wax to cascade down onto his cheek. "I'm quite the impressionist, you know," he said proudly. "I can do a thousand voices, but nobody ever hears me. I pretend not to notice, and continue as I like, perfectly loud."
I stared at him in bewilderment. Why had the Sun led me all the way here if he truly was just a blithering idiot? I was almost ready to leave the hopeless hill, but I was tired and appreciated the heat and light that shone from the Fool's head. I pondered another question, but decided better of it, and lay back on the cool grass, hoping for sleep.
Flowers and stars flittered across my eyelids, in brilliant shades of psychadelia. I knew, somehow, that this was indeed a dream, which meant the torment of Strawberry Fields had still to be overcome. As I slept, my mind seemed to open. Words fell out like endless rain, splashing heavily into a papercup. They slithered past my outstretched hands, they slipped out and slid away, across the universe. Images of brilliant broken light danced before me like a million beady eyes, beckoning, calling me on and on, further across the universe.
My thoughts meandered like a restless wind whistling through a letterbox. They tumbled blindly, somersaulting, drifting far away; I heard laughter in my ears, and my sight was filled with reassuring shades of earth. It was all so inviting, all so enticing. I was dazzled by a sense of limitless, undying love which enveloped me like a million midday suns; feeble and befuddled, I was dragged bodily away, far across the universe.
I woke up with a yell of despair and a painful twist of my neck. Cold sweat stuck to my skin in a clammy sheet, and my limbs ached from the tension they had held throughout the dream. The Fool sat where he had before, his flame extinguished, still smiling with idiocy through his sleep. I struggled to remember my vision, to decipher its meaning. The ground beneath me was lumpy and uncomfortable, interrupting my thoughts and spreading tension throughout my mind. The sooner I abandoned this uncomfortable hill and its silly guardian, the better.
I leapt to my feet and ran, quickly, away from the Fool. The sky above the Strawberry Fields sparkled, the stars glittering like little pinpoints of diamond jewellery. I scrambled down the slope and continued my desperate journey to find a way home. Before long, I found myself at the foot of a distinct, wide path through the trees. It looked well trodden and was helpfully signposted: 'The Long and Winding Road.'
User Reviews
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2008-11-19 07:31:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
hell yeah i wanna see it and i promise to yell out "Hey jude" in bed.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-11-19 07:06:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
You wanna see my Norwegian Wood?
Hah.
I enjoyed writing these, and always intended to write more. I never really got round to it.
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2008-11-19 06:58:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
'The Long and Winding Road.'
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see my review on part 1.
p.s. since you are this big of a beatles fan , i just have one question for you......
DO ME ?????
Submitted by loveinbrevity (user info) at 2008-07-21 11:21:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2008-07-04 12:22:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Too bad you referenced the worst Beatle of them all more often than the two great ones. But, being the worst Beatle is still a title worth having, right?
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-05-20 07:34:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-05-19 21:04:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Deserves more.
* <-----------Gold star
Submitted by orph (user info) at 2008-05-20 05:40:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
2
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2008-05-19 22:33:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/116824
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-05-19 21:04:02 EDT (#)
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Deserves more.
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-05-19 14:09:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was always going to be awesome!
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-05-19 13:39:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff.
NOW DO "FOR THE BENEFIT OF MR. KITE" NEXT, DAMNIT!
Submitted by Off_The_Wagon (user info) at 2008-05-19 13:21:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Thanks for the no comment, chicken shit.
Submitted by messmind (user info) at 2008-05-19 13:16:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Didn't read it. +2 for this : http://www.ubersite.com/m/116808#2714041 LOL!
Maybe i should read this post.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-05-19 12:38:13 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:33:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm off home, have fun and play nice.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:29:20 EDT (#)
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I am!!
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:22:20 EDT (#)
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Intended use of 'ye olde english' below.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:21:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ALWAYS AGREE WITHE THE PREGNANT WOMAN.
Orph is a 'kin RIOT.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:20:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I *AM* funny.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:14:24 EDT (#)
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Doh... Sorry... I was being seriously backwards then.
And in that case OF COURSE it was sarcasm
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:14:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I preferred the first one.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:12:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I refer to the comment I made earlier RE Banjo and you being so hot.
I think sarcasim is great, ot at all the lowest form of wit. Most shows such as QI, Have I got News For You, Buzzcocks, all use it. Nah sarcasim is great.
It is puns I hate. puns are for losers (sorry FJ, not you)
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:09:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Brad?
Sarcasm is bad I understand... lowest for of wit and all that.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:07:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 16:04:57 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 15:58:57 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
Am I not known for my wit, Beano??
FJ, Penny Lane was the name of an alter I set up but I forgot the passord to it.
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Oh, you just make me DIE with laughter... srlsy... They had to dig me up again, just this morning, to write this review.
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Are you being sarcastic, Brad?
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:06:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It is my high and manic period. Us manic depressives have them, swiftly followed by a bout of constant misery and suicidal thoughts and -2's.
Only gays have cocker spaniels. Gay. :)
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:04:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 15:58:57 BST (#)
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Am I not known for my wit, Beano??
FJ, Penny Lane was the name of an alter I set up but I forgot the passord to it.
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Oh, you just make me DIE with laughter... srlsy... They had to dig me up again, just this morning, to write this review.
FJ, Get a dog and call it Me and My Monkey.
Submitted by Toshi (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:02:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ecellent.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:00:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
When I have a bigger place I am going to buy a black spaniel and call her Penny Lane :o)
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 10:58:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Am I not known for my wit, Beano??
FJ, Penny Lane was the name of an alter I set up but I forgot the passord to it.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-19 10:57:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Yes she is quite the little comedienne these days.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 10:56:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Look at Orph cracking jokes !
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 10:46:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Your best camwhore.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-19 10:46:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Yes I will head for Lucy, via I am the Walrus and perhaps Penny Lane.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 10:45:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Have this +2 because it's at least Beatles related.
Not sure about this line : I cursed this peculiar bind that I found myself in,
Not sure bind was the best word to use.
All in all, I'm not sure I like this, but I don't want to seem like an asshole (for once in my life)
OH and Lucy In the Sky With Diamons seems to be where you're headed next.