Completely improvised. Matt made up lyrics while playing keys (not easy) And Jaime does the clowns.
The Mars Volta, Norma Jean, The Postal Service, Horse The Band
The Bedtime Story hails from Greenfield Park Quebec, and is devoted to making the wierdest possible music. With their signature inhaled screaming and instruments such as water bottles and guitar picks on tables, The Bedtime Story is sure to keep you entertained.
Story behind the song
We saw a seagull get hit by a car while waiting for a bus, then we sat and watched it for about half an hour to forty-five minutes just to see if it would get ran over some more times. It did. The clowns in the song represent us, laughing at the dead seagull. The seagull represents the transition between love and hate. Just kidding it represents a seagull. However, the ferret and seagull protectors represent nothing, because they don't exist, except the ferret, which does. The song was originally set to be called "Every Ferret Is A Bandit" because thats what Kristen Mariott's MSN name was, because she saw it in a petstore on a bag of ferret wood chips. She found it funny, and a mystery. Maybe it means that ferrets have that black stripe on their eyes which resembles a bandit, despite the fact that no bandits ever wear a thing just over their eyes. Maybe it's because everyone calls their ferrets bandit. Unoriginal bastards.
Lyrics
Every ferret is a thief.
Every ferret is a thief.
It was a horrible sight, to see the seagull in mid flight. It got hit by a car, it was a white car, it was the right car to do the job. A Mercedes with splattered seagull guts all over the front bumper where it was struck. The clowns appeared, they started laughing, their laughter sounded a little bit like this.
AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH.
The seagulls appeared for the seagull funeral that was taking place in the middle of the road. The seagulls were crying, they were oh so sad, because their buddy had just been flattened. Still, the clowns laughed, still they ridiculed that seagull. We decided it was time to step in, here could be no more of this ridiculing. We only wanted for the seagull to have a proper funeral, just like in Troy, when they couldn't attack for twelve days, well the clowns couldn't laugh for at least the time of the funeral. So what we did; we took out large knives and we went to the clowns and we said "You cant...you cant laugh at them, its a funeral!" but they laughed so badly. Theyt couldnt stop laughing cause they're clowns and thats what their job is. But they weren't being paid to laugh at the seagulls, they were wicked clowns, they chose to do it, and for that, they must die. So we said "Oh clowns, oh clowns, get out of this town. We don't want you anymore, and neither do these poor, poor birds. They've suffered a loss today, so their skies are grey, and you guys are gay, so get out of here." But the only thing they said to us was not words at all, it was just laughter, and the laughter of the clowns sounded a little bit like this.
AHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH.
It was a horrible laugh.
We drew our knives and proceeded towards the clowns but none of them started to frown. We stabbed them, and they all went down, but they continued to smile, because clowns never frown. So we cut their faces off so we wouldn't see them smile anymore. No, no we didn't because that would just be cruel. Instead, we made sandwiches. But the sandwiches weren't for eating, they were for putting in the clowns mouths, so it would look like some sort of terrible choking sandwich mishap. But we never know, maybe the cops would buy it, and we'd get off for free. But we are the seagull protectors, it's not an easy job. Some people just can't learn until they're lying on the pavement with sandwiches in their mouths. But if thats what we have to do to help the seagulls, then that's what we'll do.
It was horrible, but as the saying goes:
"Every ferret is a thief."
