Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflaged, hidden behind dark glasses, and no one noticed them; they only saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happyfolk 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.
In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk 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 Happyfolk 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 it could be heard far away in space (echoes).
There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire. And then, nothing.
The time has come to see
All the things you think you are
But where were you when it all came down on me
Fire's coming out of the monkey's head.
Gorillaz
Don't get lost in heaven.