decemberists silentbob 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 rift 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. 040306 ... bijou yay, bobby, i love that song thats like "tell me why you lied and what you do to keep your eyes all shiny." 040306 ... crOwl ask crutchy mcgee. 040306 ... silentbob yes! erin, its like we keep finding each other and liking similar things 040307 ... gja rise to me 110824 ... raze i always wondered if i would like this band. i've never heard a single song of theirs. you'd think the internet would allow me to remedy that with a few simple clicks, but every time i think to do some digging, the thought floats away from me as soon as it arrives. "well, not this time, motherfucker," i say to my brain. so now i'm listening to "o valencia!". and i'm thinking anyone who can marry a catchy tune to lyrics as dark as these without missing a beat is my kind of songwriter. 240713 what's it to you? who go blather from