| Pale Young Gentlemen – Clap Your Hands Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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I get a similar vision- An old man is sitting on a park bench feeding pidgeons and playing chess with nobody in particular, when fog rolls in and the the spectre of Death arrives in his black coach. The old man realizes that his life is over, and pleads for Death to spare him. This is the last straw- Death is tired of people fearing him, and wasting their last moments on earth in pitiful groveling when they know they are going to die anyway. He picks the old man up by the collar, and decides to show him how to live your final hours in style. The old man, guided by Death, is paraded about the park and dances his heart out. He decides that he is tired and needs to take a break, but Death won't have it. The man is going to die in an hour anyway, so why stop? They continue to dance, and Death is pleased that he is able to take a happy soul with him for once. As such, the man dies at the end of his hour, and the Reaper departs in the same manner in which he came. |
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