Inside the Windmill
(Stories of the Inc.)
Disclaimer: I know, it's been forever since I've updated, but that's the joy of the way I set up this story is that each time I get writer's block I can look at it from a new angle and not worry about a continuing plot. Anyhow, you all know I don't own the Gorillaz, or Feel Good Inc. I thought I'd try a completely new angle this go-around, by using a style of writing I do quite often but rarely share… poetry. This is meant to be in the form of a song that 2D would sing, as a tie-in to the actual song. (The whole time I was writing this I could just hear the chords being crooned by D-san. Ah, well.)
Inside of the windmill is a little green light
It treats me real good, it treats me alright
If that glow and I would ever have a fight
Then down, down, down we would go.
Inside of the tower is a little red toy
He's a repetitive chord, and a non-stop party-boy
If that toy ever gets out, he'd kiss the ground
And out, out, out we would go.
When the ghost is around you
When the ghost is around you
When the light is around you
You'd kiss the glass.
Inside of my head there's a little glowing song
I sing at all day when the windmill comes along
If that song ever gets through the window
Then down, down, down I would go.
(When the ghost is around you
When the ghost is around you
When the light is around you
You'd kiss the glass)
