Tuesday, September 16, 2014

CSi5M : Lemon Cohen - Rumpelstiltskin


Spinning out the flaxen hair, within the empty stable.
I wonder where Rasputin went before the Czar was able,
To steal back all his wife's affection from her fabled tutor,
He wouldn't leave her to him, 'lest the revolution shoot her.

Weaving my alchemy, in the dusty waft of horseshit,
I wonder where the cost will fall, what treasury resource it?
When straw to gold is turning, will the economy recover?
Or will I bring the kingdom down, around my royal lover?

For straw is warm, and food as well, but gold is hard and heavy,
And horses can not eat up gold, and gallop through the levee,
The ruling class is foolish, but the underclass must fool them,
And if gold will buy my safety, then it's gold thread I will spool them!

And the midget in the shadows, with his eyes made out of mica,
Who's name ain't quite Rasputin, though it might be pretty like-a,
Will take payment in the blood and bone that is not yet a-borning,
But the spindle still is spinning and that fate will wait for morning.

Oh rich demand not from the poor, impossible conditions,
We can not even walk without your cossetting physicians,
For we've ricketts from vitamin loss, and scurvey, and pelagra,
And we're impotent without your glossy blue police viagra.

So we lie and spin, our golden webs, to bring rich flies to dinner,
And we spread our legs for half the price you'd lavish on a sinner,
If we could spin a golden sword, we'd hold it at your breast-bones,
And the rich would feel the point of all our inconvenient questions.

Take my golden thread and tie me to the bed-post for your supper,
Our relationship, the gap between mortage and fixer-upper,
I'll try to forget the promises you made to other ghosts,
In the mist of the lost moorland, 'neath the shadow of the hosts.

And the midget in the shadows, with his eyes made out of mica,
Who's name ain't quite Rasputin, though it might be pretty like-a,
Will take payment in the blood and bone that is not yet a-borning,
But the spindle still is spinning and that fate will wait for morning.

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