Thursday, January 6, 2011

Colin Meloy might have wrote this song for me

Factured right ankle, dead Gypsy uncle and lazy boyfriends.

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 ripped 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 and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some they 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

5 comments:

  1. That's right. I'm sorry to hear about your injury.
    It was extremely nice of the Decemberists to memorialize it, though.
    I hope your feeling better.
    I hope your not listening to a lot of Decemberists. Moderation is key to the Decemberists.
    Moderation and liquids.
    Liquids should be read as wine. Moderation does not necessarily apply to wine. Good luck.

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  2. Wine is to liquids as The Decemberists are to _______.

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  3. Calendar Enthusiasts?

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Sail on, music club!