** The Earth is captive to the moon **
** Some seek the rising sun **
** I walk the road on winds of change **
** The game has just begun **
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king
** The burnt-out ash suburban men **
Put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prison ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
** As sparks fly from the grinding wheel **
In the court of the crimson king
So of course I go into my music files to check this.
And it sounds legit. I'm hearing the same words.
So apparently my version of Court of the Crimson King that I probably got off Kazaa or something retarded way back in high school is from a bootleg. I really like this version though.
I know there's beer cheese but IDK if an actual cheese beer exists, google failed so I assume not. Which is just fail because it was amazing.
Anyway, I was painting a room for some family who bought my grandmother's old house. Their daughter was into me/my art and had my drawings and paintings hanging all over the place. Her mom asked me how much I wanted for one and I was like IDK I'll have to think about it. In my head I'm like WTF they stole these from my room somehow this is fucking creepy. I had this weird feeling it wasn't real and I shouldn't worry about it though.
So I left on my skateboard with some excuse like "I need a quick break". While skateboarding I also pulled out my fingerboard and was skating it on the ground while I normal skateboarded. - I used to skateboard IRL and I kind of miss it. I was feeling good, youthful, clean/untainted, wind in my hair and not a care in the world. That kind of stuff. Kind of like I was my younger self all of the sudden.
While skateboarding away I ran into Eric, a kid I used to know in middle/high school. He was a nice guy, a bit chubby and vaguely south american or something. A non-mexican looking brown person IDK. We used to hang out occasionally and he was one of the better behaved kids I used to know. He was like "hey, haven't seen you in awhile, let's do something." I was like "okay". And we skateboarded off in a different direction.
We arrive at his apartment and hang out in it for a short period of time. I don't like his other friends who're there so I'm a little bored/out of place but oh well. I had my mp3 player and headphones so I just listened to music off in a corner. They all decided to leave and go out for food/drinks. I followed, but split off at some point.
I found this really strange magical place. It was kind of a hipster-y/foody restaurant but it had a very appealing ambiance. I felt strangely at peace with this place. Almost at home, like I belonged. The gentle hum of the restaurant noises and people chatting in the background was making a beautiful rhythm and I had to stay. It also had warm, cozy, inviting lighting hitting tasteful nice wood seats/tables. They gave me some complimentary fries and a beer too. I don't like most beer so I was like whatever, but then I tasted it and it was cheese beer and it was delicious. The fries were just ok. They brought me some potatoes too, which were kind of meh but free as well so whatever.
The menu was full of pretentious food made with all local organic ingredients, but whatever it was probably still good food. A lady came and asked me for my order. I hadn't really considered it yet. I said I think I'm going to get a drink, and I scanned the menu, ordered a bourbon. Then she asked what for dinner and I ordered french onion soup. I've never had french onion soup but I saw it on an anthony bourdain epsode.