falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes waiting for the sunset to come, people going home jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head now everybody dancing, the dance of the dead the dance of the dead
We always love learning about animals that seem too awesome to be real. Nature never ceases to amazes us. Today’s case in point is a stunning grasshopper in the Eumastacidae family, commonly known as monkey hoppers or matchstick grasshoppers. They’re found all over the world, though most species are tropical, and they feed on algae, ferns and gymnosperms.
“Once upon a time, at the foot of a great mountain There was a town where the people known as Happy Folk, lived Their very existence, a mystery to the rest of the world Obscured as it was by great clouds
Here they played out their peaceful lives Innocent of the litany of excess and violence That was growing in the world below To live in harmony with the spirit Of the mountain called, Monkey was enough
Then one day, strange folk arrived in the town They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses But no one noticed them They only saw shadows, you see Without the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead The dance of the dead, the dance of the dead
In time, the strange folk found their way Into the higher reaches of the mountain And it was there that they found The caves of unimaginable sincerity and giving
By chance, they stumbled upon the place Where all good souls come to rest The strange folk, they coveted the jewels In these caves above all things
And soon they began to mine the mountain It’s rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happy Folk slept restlessly Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain Holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind That chilled the very soul of the Monkey
For the first time, the happy folk felt fearful For they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep Then there came a sound, distant first, it grew into castrophany So immense that it could be heard far away in space
There were no screams, there was no time The mountain called Monkey had spoken It was only fire and then, nothing
Oh, little town in U.S.A., the time has come to see There’s nothing you believe you want But where were you when it all came down on me? Did you call me? No…"