I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte (colubra) wrote,
I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte
colubra

Hmn.

I haven't gotten across why the Decemberists just are All That.


Red Right Ankle
acoustic guitar & vocals

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 may 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 rift with wrinkles
in the picture in your head

And remember how you found the key
to his hideout 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.
Some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you
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 its 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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