“Thanks again, loved the wee men 🙂 Cheers"Fish
“Thank you to Musical Brick for this special little version of me."Jerry Marotta
“I'm a lot taller than Steve Hogarth though 🙂 "Fish
“Thank you Dan. Best Regards"Steve Hogarth
“I love this! Warm wishes,”Peter Gabriel
“I really enjoyed the Lego ‘me’ and the Lego Lamb. All the best"Steve Hackett
“Many thanks for this incomparable mini-brick! Best,”Bill Bruford
"I can retire happy knowing I have been immortalised in Lego"Robert Mead
To Daniel, Nice One!Phil Collins
"Absolutely wonderful gift from Musical Brick. I’m Lego!"Craig Blundell
"Forget the awards & the signature model guitar - I now exist in lego!!"Jakko M Jakszyk
"This has to be the album cover if a 50th Anniversary live album gets released"Pat Mastelotto
"I bought this for a woman I like. It worked! We’re a couple now."Jimmy McCullough
"I've always wanted to be a Lego!"Adam Holzman

PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT CONTENT:

Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own,
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face,
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the siren’s call:
“Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool.”

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind, He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind. “With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.

As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, ‘We all have loved you Rael’.”

 

Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I’d lain entwined
“O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food”
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.

 

 

 

“STOP THIS, ITS DISGUSTING!”