Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Jazz Agers ❯ Bohemian Rhapsody ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Bohemian Rhapsody
He's been missing for the last fifty years.
Either an idiot, or a genius, he wondered.
No, he's too smart for that.
Too smart to be followed.
Now, living with squatters and drifters.
No government, no nationality, no taxes and no cops.
Perfect freedom,
And the perfect hiding place.
Remember, this could be a trap: a continuation of the game.
What is the world going to, he wonders.
Though you may be alive, death is only a few steps away.
Every move you make could be a terrible mistake
As you travel through the labyrinth;
Is there air?
Roses grow from the sky, animals slowly float by.
Rooms full of sleeping men and pigeons.
Peace to the whole galaxy, as the door is blown off its hinges.
But, Old man, could you be a bit quieter please?
He can't remember yesterday, let alone fifty years ago.
Luck for him, he's not here.
There's just an old man who loves to play chess.
This place is a psychedelic rhapsody for someone just like you.
We'll step away from the main stream,
Becoming vagabonds and common dropouts
Whatever happens, happens.
Don't you want to hang out and waste your life with us?
It's all gone. The music stops. Fifty years is a long time.
Checkmate, I win. And the old man closes his eyes.
Either an idiot, or a genius, he wondered.
No, he's too smart for that.
Too smart to be followed.
Now, living with squatters and drifters.
No government, no nationality, no taxes and no cops.
Perfect freedom,
And the perfect hiding place.
Remember, this could be a trap: a continuation of the game.
What is the world going to, he wonders.
Though you may be alive, death is only a few steps away.
Every move you make could be a terrible mistake
As you travel through the labyrinth;
Is there air?
Roses grow from the sky, animals slowly float by.
Rooms full of sleeping men and pigeons.
Peace to the whole galaxy, as the door is blown off its hinges.
But, Old man, could you be a bit quieter please?
He can't remember yesterday, let alone fifty years ago.
Luck for him, he's not here.
There's just an old man who loves to play chess.
This place is a psychedelic rhapsody for someone just like you.
We'll step away from the main stream,
Becoming vagabonds and common dropouts
Whatever happens, happens.
Don't you want to hang out and waste your life with us?
It's all gone. The music stops. Fifty years is a long time.
Checkmate, I win. And the old man closes his eyes.