Album: Nursery Cryme

The Musical Box

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It does'nt seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now,
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THE MUSICAL BOX
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While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet
with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling
Cynthia raised her mallet high and gracefully removed
Henry's head. Two weeks later, in Henry's nursery, she
discovered his treasured musical box. Eagerly she opened it
and as "Old King Cole" began to play a small spirit-figure
appeared. Henry had returned - But not for long, for as
he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly,
leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires surged
through him. Unfortunatly the attempt to persuade
Cynthia Jane to fulfil his romantic desire, led his nurse
to the nursery to investigate the noise. Instinctively
Nanny hurled the musical box at the bearded child,
destroyed both.