Monday, March 21, 2011

Day 06

Skeletons on Parade by Ludo


Behind a curtain of towering pines
The sun settling red
A city hidden high in the hills
Comes out to honour the dead


Families somberly walk through the town
They build  alters and pray
Clean the tombs and watch rosaries
And speak of better days


From the edge of the island
They ferry back to the shore
They climb under their covers
And pray a little more
In this ancient city of stones
They sigh and bow their heads
The living seem rather well, 
Dead


Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah...


The sun is down
The earth shakes
The wind doth howl
And I'm making moves all across the park
We're sitting in the dark


The caskets squeak
The trees wheeze
The crypts all creak
And toes sepulchered for months and months in dust
Are wiggling off their crust
Woah


Shed your shrouds
Slip your fingertips through the ground
Get those catacombs open I'm hoping you'll join us
Everybody come on out! Yeah!


What a lovely lovely night
For a drink and a parade
We'll dance until the morning light
This town should be afraid


What a lovely lovely night
For a drink and a parade
We'll dance until the morning light
This town should be afraid


Candied pumpkins, sweet egg bread
We love rising from the dead


Carpals, tarsals, vertebrae
That's us clanking on parade


I move without any muscles
My skull's a cavernous hall
Tendons are made for pulling my friend
I don't need them at all
Mescal in our mandibles
And porridge on our ribs
Their prospects are looking quite grim


Board the mariposas now
Set sail for the quivering light ahead
We're descending on the town
The living we're scaring
Nightmaring in fright
They've waited forever to bring us together
We finally wake them up tonight


Yock dehay!


 Yock dehay de yockity hum
The devil is happy to say
Heaven is having a hell of a time
Skeletons on parade


Yock dehay de yockity hum
The devil is happy to say
Heaven is having a hell of a time
Skeletons on parade


Flee the mausolea
Fly sarcophagi
Pandemone the plaza
Tibia-fibia-fie


You ligamentary lifters
Your fractured foolish plight
Pluck yourself from your gravesite


Yock dehay de yockity hum


Heaven is having a hell of a time
Skeletons on parade


Yock dehay de yockity hum


Heaven is having a hell of a time
Skeletons on parade


Yock dehay de yockity hum
The devil is happy to say
Heaven is having a hell of a time
Skeletons on parade


Yock dehay de yockity hum
The devil is happy to say
Heaven is having a hell of a time
Skeletons on parade


Goodnight all my children now you must rest your heads
You wouldn't want the sun to catch you missing from your beds

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