infant goth

song lyrics for the season of spooky

Skeleton Dance

If I could walk around just in my skeleton
If I could jump right out of my skin
Oh what fun I could have frightening everyone
And those who are jaded would be so jealous
of my abilities.

If I could walk around contained by my skeleton
If I could flit about and flop around a bit
If I could jump around inside my skeleton
Oh then what a glorious insect
You would see.

If I could walk around mostly in my skeleton,
But retain those things it keeps within
Like my eyeballs, brain, heart and tongue
Oh then what a lovely skeleton
I would be.

If I could dance around, just me and my skeleton
Spreading seeds of haunted flowers around the world
And every move I take would make the ground more fertile
And turn this sphere into a haunted island earth.

But if I walked around just in my skeleton
If I jumped right out of my skin
There would always be those who could not handle it
They would lock me up
(and I know what you are thinking)
but they would not throw away the key.
They would do lots of testing
And I would never be free!

Halloween Rules

Haunted Flowers... Skeletal Gardener.

Malaise drowning

On my moon
Drowning in malaise
A cup I spoon
To form the glaze

Varnishing splendor
I stoke the senders
To bring the blaze

In the night air
I begin the phase
Within the glare
I become the haze

With twilight creeping
And wild brew seeping
My solemn eyes gaze

I dance and twirl
I am conveyed
Among smoke swirls
In a frenzied craze

The dawn is calling
The moon is falling
My recession decays

Westside Ghosts

invite the morning to wash over me
soak myself in the mystery
brought through by the fingers of wet fog
cars & buildings obscured
commercial messages disappear
hiding the pollution of our progress

the shroud of mist reveals our dreams
how we want magick
how we long for surprise
how we grasp in darkness
for a love so electric
it will wake us up
carry us through
burn up the haze
of dirty air and unpaid debts

the luckiest people in the world
scowl behind their wheels
the saddest people
so forlorn

lost in the mist of our own ghosts
haunting our troubled land
the fog whispers
everything will be o.k.
but
something isn't quite right