"Ugh…" Jack groaned as he woke up to the steady jostling of a wagon. His head pounded persistently as sunlight streamed onto his face and body. Every bone in his body ached and he had no idea where he was.
Yesterday while he was drunk he had boarded a wagon, jokingly marked, " Mexico or Bust." He didn't realize they were serious.
In addition to his massive hangover, Jack had passed out during the couse of the journey, hitting his head on a radio before he finally hit the ground. At the time the radio had been blasting the Beastie Boys' song, "Licensed to Ill, " but now it was silent.
Jack sat up and peered over the side of the wagon, trying to get a bearing on his locations. He fished in his pocket for his cell phone but found nothing but lint.
Suddenly, the wagon lurched to a stop, pitching Jack over the side into some grass by the side of the road. For several moments he lay there, stunned. He was literally seeing stars and the overall aching was only worsened.
Out of nowhere, a beautiful red-headed woman appeared above him. She looked like a ghost, a mirage. Though Jack couldn't see very well, he noticed that the woman only had one normal eye. The other was swallowed up in white, with no iris or pupil to be found. Silently, she offered a perfect white hand to him, pulling him up as he grasped it.
With that, the woman began walking back toward what looked like a town in the distance with complete disinterest for Jack. A little intrigued, Jack followed the flame-haired woman, shouting, "HEY!"
The woman spun around, smiling a devious smile, obviously pleased at the prospect of being pursued.
"¿ Necesitas una cama?" She asked, her voice as intoxicatingly evil as her smile.
"Si, y una taza de agua, por favor." Jack replied, smiling back, putting his hand meaningfully on his arm.
The woman looked confused by this request, asking, " Por que?"
"Quiero a cantar y yo no necesito un microfóno." Jack said jokingly.
"TÚ eres muy diferente." The woman laughed.
Looking around himself, Jack realized that they were in a town. The time had gone by fast with her for company. "Me llamo Meg, por cierto." Said the woman-who-was-now-to-be-called-Meg offhandedly as Jack followed her into a house where there was apparently a wild party going on.
"Me llamo Jack!" shouted Jack over the deafening music as Meg led him up the stairs.
They entered a bedroom together. Unexpectedly, Meg flung herself onto the bed in front of Jack, posing seductively. As Jack brushed her hair away from her face to kiss her, her blank eye was again made painfully obvious.
As they kissed, Meg's hand traveled down Jack's body, pausing on his abs. Jack looked down to see, on a night stand near her hand, an odd assortment of candies which he had never seen before. Strange.
"Wanna try something really kinky?" she asked, pulling out handcuffs and cuffing him to the bed.
Suddenly, Meg pulled away. Examining her face, Jack realized she was angry.
"Americans, you are all the same. I do not know why I even try with you. You kick my people out of your country on the basis of being immigrants and yet you are immigrants too. So hypocritical."
Then she left him there.
Cursing her, Jack searched the room for a blunt object to break the handcuffs. There! A stone, that would. He hit the handcuffs and eventually broke them, vowing never to come to Mexico again.
So that's my interpretation of Icky Thump. If you have any requests for songs I should do just send them to me.