Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Monday, July 06, 2015

some lyrics just want to die

the heat was the mother for a month of days
the parking lot was smoking
and the killer was fazed
smoke came out his nose like dragon fire
son, get in line and sing to the choir

the call came in for a stiff in a box
we got two johnnies
to go pick up the fox
sent them for a drive on the two-thirteen
knock on the door and step into the dream

 hey you boys, you from the funeral home
pick up the body and play musical bones
pick up the gold watch, pick up the gun
everybody pickin' when they go on the run

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2 Comments:

At 6:02 PM, Blogger Lowell said...

I also wanted to mention that I've finally gotten back to writing on Contextual Criticism (http://mythandhope.blogspot.com).

 
At 1:11 PM, Blogger Lowell said...

I had to re-read this one. My favorite line: "...pick up the body and play musical bones"! Fantastic!

 

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