Skeleton Crow Hand


Skeleton Crow Hand

There is a guitar playing in the distance
And my ancestors are singing
With their beautiful awful voices
They say there are beatific fools among us still
But these saints are the muddy variety
Who like to take a drink
And are unafraid to fight if called upon

Look right at me tonight
I’m still standing as sideways as ever
And screaming out the ancient tunes
Because my belly is full of fire-water
And I still have the same wild eyes
With the knowing that comes from enduring
That whatever I have wanted still holds true

Take my skeleton crow hand
And feel how rough it is
Like my father’s before me
Because we’ve built and re-built cities from ashes

And this heart story never ends and nothing can stop us
Because there has never been anything to lose

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