Frames before, frames behind,
Bags of bones, beckon, beg,
Infect my sex, infect my flesh
With big beats, sweet deceits,
Unhatched schemes, unknown vasts,
Decayed dreams, faded pasts,
Enchantments, entrapments,
Merriments, monuments.
Fleshless bones will dance,
Cheek to cold protrusion,
Shuffle, hold, shaky stance,
Swaying through bitter brew.
Dance under the frame’s spell.
“Slow dance,” skeletons yell.
Dance under the frame’s spell.
“Sad,” you say. You say well.
Bones have names, fortune, fame,
Future acclaim. Bones are chains.
Bones have names, pride, grudges,
Drunken judges, loosened reigns.
Bones have names, future, past,
Dreaming gas, fueless flames.
Bones have names. Bones are chains.
Frames before, frames behind,
Bags of bones, beckon, beg,
Slyly seduce, softly enclose,
In shadows and afterglows,
Desires, misgivings,
Mud mires, false forgivings,
Bleary sight, fears and spite,
Illusive sprites, furtive blights.
Fleshless bones will dance,
Cheek to cold protrusion,
Shuffle, hold, shaky stance,
Swaying through bitter brew.
Dance under the frame’s spell.
“Slow dance,” skeletons yell.
Dance under the frame’s spell.
“Sad,” you say. You say well.
Mad, pray tell? Tell me well.
credits
from Vertigo Cap,
released April 2, 2013
Lyrics and Music: Darryl Pierson
After several years of playing around
with many artists, known and unknown, a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and sometimes singer named Darryl Pierson decided it was time to go by his real name for a change. He also figured it was high time he learned to do everything his-own-damn self, which was a lot harder than it initially sounded......more