Spoken word intro lyrics

Artist  : Hitchcock robyn 
Song : Spoken word intro
 
"Go," said the enchantress, "and see ye the one
known as Clint. But be
warned, his medicine is potent; few have entered
his cave, and even less
have returned. So take with you this talisman."
  She plucked it from her ample chest and thrust
into his sweaty palm a
tiny upright mexican bean. He pocketed it and
crawled across the mountains
for twenty eight days.  When his labours were
finished he fumbled for the
bean but could find it no more. He crawled back
another twenty seven and a
half days to where he'd come from and saw the
enchantress standing bemused
by a series of petrol pumps.
  "You forgot the bean, didn't you," said the
enchantress.
  But he was unable to speak, his tounge swollen
and parched with his
labours over the crucifying desert had grown so
pulpy in his mouth it was
as if he had two sausages and a severe dental
case and couldn't speak at
all.
  "Seek ye the one known as Clint, but be warned;
few have entered his cave,
and even fewer returned.  Take you this talisman,
one small mexican bean,
and remember: go."
  For twenty eight days he crossed the desert. 
His eyes glistening with
the parched waters of love, his mouth snarling
for the occasional plant and
jack rabbit that danced into the uterine thing of
his part.  Nobody could
stop him now.
  "See ye the one known as, Leo?  Jeff?  Dennis?"
  For twenty seven days he crawled back across
the desert.  His tounge so
swollen with pain he could barely lick the
occaisional spike from the
cactus to deeply needed nutrition from way below
the ground.  Eventually he
crawled over the ridge, and there standing on the
petrol pumps was the
enchantress.
  "Forgot his name didn't you?"
  He was unable to speak.
  "Go, seek ye the one known as Clint, but rember
few have entered his cave
and even fewer returned.  Take you this, take you
this, prawn, onion,
bicycle cap."
  Now they were really stuck.
  (Which just goes to show that love is the
distance between reality and
pain.)