Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Your red right ankle - The Decemberists

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed 




And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb.” 



This is the story of your red right ankle. 





This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew ‘cause he was dead
And how his face was carved and rife with wrinkles
In the picture in your head. 




And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees 



But you wanted to keep his secret safe 
So you threw the key away. 

This is the story of your gypsy uncle. 

This is the story of the boys who loved you 
Who love you now and loved you then 
And some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you 


And some just laid around in bed.








Some had crumbled you straight to your knees 
Did it cruel, did it tenderly 


Some had crawled their way into your heart 
To rend your ventricles apart 


This is the story of the boys who loved you 
This is the story of your red right ankle.







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