EPISODE · Apr 17, 2026 · 4 MIN
Enter The Wonderland
from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ
Down, down, down... Into the deep well— No one to catch, no one to tell... The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel And then—dip—no light, no funnel Bookshelves, maps, and a jar of marmalade (But the jar was empty, the dark unafraid) Falling slow, like a dream in reverse “Curiouser and curiouser” — a whispered curse The world turns over, the floor is the sky And the air tastes of ash and lullaby Then a flicker—a label—DRINK ME—cold A liquid like moonlight, a story unsold Her lips to the glass, her hand starts to shake The room begins breathing... for goodness' sake Enter the Wonderland — shrink to a pin The floor is a ceiling, the walls close in A river of tears from a giant's chin And the key on the table — too small to spin Enter the Wonderland — stretch, break, and mend A door in the curtain, a world without end But the lock is a whisper, the hinge is a sigh And something is watching with a marble-white eye Now a garden of glass and a three-legged chair A bottle marked “DRINK ME” waiting there She sips—she shrinks—she's ten inches high The key floats above like a mocking fly She slips—she slides—on the polished floor The door is a crack, then nothing more A cake on a platter: “EAT ME” in blue She tastes—she grows—the room splits in two “I shall be late! I shall be late!” A rustle of velvet behind the grate A waistcoat, a watch, a panicked breath The first small herald of nonsense and death He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. Down, down, down... Into the well... No one to catch... No one to tell... Enter the Wonderland Enter the Wonderland (Tick... tock...)
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Down, down, down... Into the deep well— No one to catch, no one to tell... The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel And then—dip—no light, no funnel Bookshelves, maps, and a jar of marmalade (But the jar was empty, the dark unafraid) Falling slow, like a dream in reverse “Curiouser and curiouser” — a whispered curse The world turns over, the floor is the sky And the air tastes of ash and lullaby Then a flicker—a label—DRINK ME—cold A liquid like moonlight, a story unsold Her lips to the glass, her hand starts to shake The room begins breathing... for goodness' sake Enter the Wonderland — shrink to a pin The floor is a ceiling, the walls close in A river of tears from a giant's chin And the key on the table — too small to spin Enter the Wonderland — stretch, break, and mend A door in the curtain, a world without end But the lock is a whisper, the hinge is a sigh And something is watching with a marble-white eye Now a garden of glass and a three-legged chair A bottle marked “DRINK ME” waiting there She sips—she shrinks—she's ten inches high The key floats above like a mocking fly She slips—she slides—on the polished floor The door is a crack, then nothing more A cake on a platter: “EAT ME” in blue She tastes—she grows—the room splits in two “I shall be late! I shall be late!” A rustle of velvet behind the grate A waistcoat, a watch, a panicked breath The first small herald of nonsense and death He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. Down, down, down... Into the well... No one to catch... No one to tell... Enter the Wonderland Enter the Wonderland (Tick... tock...)
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