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letra de marionettes of bone - mocha lab

i was looking to be lost in the swamplands
running from a wall of grieving even an ocean of seagrams couldn’t relieve me of
her ashes in an urn in the passenger’s seat, i’d driven down south a long way to meet some collectors of dolls, marionettes of white bone
they said, “bring us her ashes and come down alone
down south to the bayou, past the backwater bends
and dance with your beautiful girl once again. so i went

and sure enough out there in the swamplands that night
there’s sounds of strange chanting, wisps of blue light
ghosts on the water, ballerinas, pirouettes
these rotten decayed marionettes of peeled flesh
and bone with no strings like torn up rag dolls
dancing in circles, the devil’s grand waltz

well, i stayed and i learned many things over time
‘bout people, and dyin’, and preserving half-life
see, consciousness bonded to matter and salts
every animal contains, creatures all great and small
and these essential salts of an animal may be prepared and preserved
so a special preparations, and incantations you’ve learned
how to call em up from ash and then
when you’ve had your fill of ‘em put ‘em down once again

many a night, jar in my hand, i go out
to the swamplands and call her up and abouts
for a nice moonlit waltz, little minuet of our own
with my fractured belladonna, my marionette of white bone
so now years have passed, got a little place of my own
out there on the bayou and i’m never alone
got all my friends here, i brought em all down
got rows and rows of jars in a storeroom hereabouts
and every now and again i call someone up
spend some time, when i’m tired of em put em back down
the music and dancing just go on and on
man’s happiest surrounded by all his loved ones
i’m a collector of dolls, ashes, and stone
a mason of fractured marionettes of white bone

- mocha lab

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