the hippie (in chief) (imagine8peace) wrote in ink_blot_cafe,
the hippie (in chief)
imagine8peace
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Songs for Christmas in Early November

This is a song I haven't written the music for yet:
 


Cause I’m a skeleton walking you can see my bones
All the way down to the marrow
I’m a skeleton walking and the wind is blowing through me
You can see the vessels that harbor my blood

You can see the capillaries and the veins
And the strands of DNA in long deoxyribose chains
I’m a skeleton walking, see the fabric of my frame
I will jump if you say my name

And my small stubby hands like making things for you
Anyway, it gives me reason to come by your room
And I want to do, what I need, but you can tell
Right there in my heart and my head
It’s rapid and red

Cause you’re a skeleton walking I can see your smile
Grinning like Death in the doorway
You’re a skeleton walking and I know you don’t need me
Uninterested, you can see the channels that color my cheeks

And your pale lanky limbs stretch out like fine white bones
Anyway, and your hair is not too combed
And I want to say, what I think but you can see
Right through me to my ribs and my spine
I guess that’s fine

Cause I’m a skeleton walking you can see my bones
All the way down to the marrow
I’m a skeleton walking and my space and time
Is cozy and covered and narrow

We are skeletons walking
We are skeletons walking
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