Pocket Full Of Bones

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Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by Æpplês&vØdkã » Mon Sep 16, 2019 6:58 pm

Phlebia

Aviary candelabra adorned with skulls of passerine passersby
Seeing sparrows, swallows: Riparia, Hirundo, Tachyneta bicolor

Seeking pockets full of bones

Kinglets, ruby-colored and golden, found in vernal exploration
Wearing the remnants draped upon my chest with blackest tourmaline

Collecting pockets full of bones
Sacred altar blessed home

And you were resting, decomposing on the forest floor
I will perch you upon my altar tokens of lifeforce cradled in the light

Avian familiar teach me to fly
Hylocharis xantusii
Transcending matter soul purified
Limnothlypsis swainsonii

Bounding across acres of wood
Springing violently on every movement in leaves
Hunting as bloodsport for the thrill of the attack
Graveyard for the airborne in my pocket of forest
Dark and shimmering, strike like bolt of lightning
Struggling figure hanging from his lips.
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by vowlvom » Wed Sep 18, 2019 12:33 pm

Vom Vorton

well I’ve made a connection (connection)
my reflection and my health
I look into the mirror (the mirror)
and I only see myself

I’ve killed my doppelgangers
murdered all my clones
I’ve got blood all down my trousers
and a pocket full of bones
and I’ve never
no I’ve never
felt more alone

I made sure there were no traces (no traces)
I stared into the light
but I still see their faces (their faces)
when I lay down at night

(chorus)

in a frame over the fireplace
“there is only one of you”
for the sake of my immortal soul
I pray that isn’t true
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by furrypedro » Fri Sep 20, 2019 7:08 am

Balance Lost

The door slammed shut
It damn near shook off its hinge
Some things happen that ain't worth reliving
I'm going out for a while
Some things are better left until tomorrow
When it won't matter

Got a pocketful of bones
Not going home
'Til they get smoked
Sit on a park bench
Get sundrenched
And choke up lung butter

When your frisbee's gone over the fence
Look for shapes in the clouds
And making some sounds
You made a mess of Daphne and Celeste
I guess, or was it Girls Aloud?

A pocket full of bones
And never go home
Until they get smoked
Until we get stoned
On a park bench
Get sundrenched
And choke lung butter
A pocket full of bones
And never go home
Until they get smoked
Until we get stoned
On a park bench
It's gonna be dench
Absolutely Dame Judi

Don't need much to be happy in life
So many people looking down like a stalactite
Little green bag, gonna feel alright
Slowly getting higher like a stalagmite
The world's fucking crazy, don't know the cause
It don't make me afraid, gonna press pause
For a second, inebriation beckons
Hopefully someday somebody's gonna mechanise
Every single job so I can chill all day
And have enchilada parties playing video games
Until then I'm gonna do shit I don't wanna do
So I can pay to get wasted any way that I choose
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by Paco Del Stinko » Fri Sep 20, 2019 10:04 am

Pocket Full Of Bones - Paco del Stinko

I'm going through the forest
Despite all the warnings
It's so dark and scary
And full of horrors
But I've got a pocket full of bones

I had the thought (Oh yeah)
That I might get lost (Oh no)
But to be totally honest (Tell the truth)
It might be what I want (Yeah right)
'Cos I've got a pocket full of bones

But I've got a secret
And I'm gonna keep it


I'm alone in the dark
To let the light into my heart
I look up into the sky
And then I open my arms
'Cos I've got a pocket full of bones

But I've got a secret
And I'm gonna keep it
I'm gonna keep it (Keep it)
I'm gonna keep it (Keep it)
I'm gonna keep it (Keep it)


I've got a pocket full of bones
And I leave them behind me to find my way home
And when I come back I find that they've grown
Into trees straight and white where the sun never shone
And in their shadows, still, silent and cold
Sprout translucent mushrooms each with its own toad
With eyes inside of eyes that know all to know
And they tell you their secrets then they melt and erode
And thus do they gift me
A pocket full of bones

We look in to look out
Say the words without opening our mouth
'Cos I've got a pocket full
Yeah I've got a pocket full of bones (Full of bones)
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by gizo » Fri Sep 20, 2019 4:51 pm

Pocket Full Of Bones - gizo vs. the 17,455
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this road it is wide and westward
blind by the setting sun
and i'm looking at a burning end
and i'm booking a bath and bed

and i hope there's a reason that i'm still here

hand in my pocket, full of bones
grab them, release, and see what's been thrown
try to predict what the future holds
try to unpack where it all went wrong

this load it is heavy, and humbles
charms fail as i stumble
and i'm booking my burning end
and i'm looking for one last bed

but i hope there's a reason that i'm still here

hand in my pocket, full of bones
grab them, release, and see what's been thrown
try to predict what the future holds
try to unpack where it all went wrong

and darlin' you know that i smashed the damn phone
yeah, and i'm tryin'
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by crumpart » Sat Sep 21, 2019 6:27 am

Pocket Full of Bones - Hot Pink Halo

***

I was seven years old
with my head in the sand
when I misheard amen and
praised god as a man
You were there then
on my television screen
skipping round with your friends
dressed in overall jeans
You had prayers, love,
a kite and a mouse
hidden inside the bib and now
that mouse is just

Bones, bones,
bones in your pockets
time has moved on
and so have we
we have grown

I look on that past
as though through a haze
we were kids with no chill in a
world of shoegaze
and these days I believe
that to be good people
we don't need religion,
an altar or steeple
Belief in those things is a
means to an end and
our futures are made through our
actions and friends and those

Bones, bones,
bones in our pockets
time will move on
and so will we
we will grow

I hear your voice now
riding on air
and I wonder if up there you
ever stop to think on those

Bones, bones,
bones in your pockets
time has moved on
and so have we
we have grown
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by lilysloane » Sat Sep 21, 2019 8:46 am

Pocket full of Bones - Lily Plus Martin

***

He was floundering
Got himself into taxidermy
Crime scene or natural death
It’s not been determined yet

And they found him with his pockets full of bones

He was floundering
(In a sea of living things)
Got himself into...
(Way over his head,
taxidermy
(bringing things back from the dead)
Crime scene or natural death
(The forest doesn’t care)
It’s not been determined yet
(And all the people know is...)

They found him with his pockets full of bones

He could never breath
(In a sea of living things)
The forest
(Way over his head,
set him free
(bringing things back from the dead)
What could be more natural
(The forest doesn’t care)
than an ending like this
(And all the people know is...)

They found him with his pockets full of bones

They found him in a forest full of bones
He floundered in a forest full of bones
Now he’s in nature’s pocket,
He's out there in the forest
He’s just bones
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by Merle Fyshwick » Sat Sep 21, 2019 9:01 pm

Pocket Full of Bones - The Magnetic Letters

My mate Aidy seems to be awfully quiet this week
And everybody here or within a hundred metres knows that's not like him
Did he have a rough one last night?
I'd ask him but it's not that easy

Well a lot of good things and some rotten old things
Have happened since I first met you
But it's Monday again and I'm trying to win you over with Sweet Baby James
You know I used to know this girl, who used to ask me
"Merle, what you thinking 'bout?"
Well that got on my nerves and here I am doing it to you

Was a werewolf chasing you down?
In a nightmare where you had a pocket full of bones

Sitting in the sun with my guitar
I start to sweat I need a drink but you can't get enough
I wonder Aidy if you might be solar powered
And lunch is just a front and food is just a hobby you enjoy

My mate Aidy seems to be awfully sleepy this week
Barely opens his eyes to look up to the sky
See the planes take off from Perth Airport
I hope you have some sweet dreams, maybe go down to the beach
Lying on the sand, choc milk in your hand
With the sun shining down
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by lichenthroat » Sun Sep 22, 2019 12:09 pm

Pocket Full of Bones
by Lichen Throat

I’ve got no bread, and I’ve got no meat,
Tattered leather on my feet.
Rich men strut in fancy clothes;
Laughing ladies stroll with painted toes.
As they pass, I see their sneers,
All day long I hear their jeers.
The time has come to seize the reins,
Break the walls, burst the chains.
Hear our hungry groans;
Hear our plaintive cries.
Pockets full of bones;
Let the people rise.

Break our bones, and we will knit.
Forgotten prisoners we’ll acquit.
Barricade the twisting streets.
They must hear what we entreat.
Recut the cake; give more to all.
Let us not be held in thrall.
Let every person’s voice be heard.
Ring the bells and spread the word.
We’ll have no more thrones;
Cast the tyrants down:
Pocket full of bones
Buried with the crown.

Citizens, rise up now!
Time has come; seize the hour.
Pledge your life; swear your vow.
Fill the streets, break the tower.

Cacophonous shouts of joy
For every symbol we destroy.
It’s not enough to abdicate:
Place in first, the third estate,
We’ll keep our heads, while you lose yours,
Bring liberty to foreign shores.
Deviate from our ideal,
Your neck will feel the sharpened steel.
Blood upon the stones,
If you don’t agree.
Pocket full of bones,
All that’s left of me.
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by Pigfarmer Jr » Sun Sep 22, 2019 5:30 pm

Pocket Full Of Bones
Evil Grin

I shoulda been a sociopath
But that sounds messy, like a lotta math
Coulda been a poet, about the same
So many ways to describe the blame

Where’s the line for the weirdos and the freaks?
For the puzzles that are missin’ a piece?

Really wanted to be a rock star
Me, a thousand people, and this guitar
Yeah, I’ve been a dreamer most my life
I guess I never quite realized

How to clean my wounds, heal my scars
But I think I know where to start

Get a pocket full of bones of my enemies
Dance upon the grave of who I used to be
I’m mostly left-handed psychologically
A beautifully repurposed melody

I refuse to let common sense cloud my judgement
Cuz we got places we gotta be
My pocket full of bones and me

Woulda been a great fortune teller
But I can’t get my own shit together
So I think I'll become a hermit instead
No one to bug me, nothing to dread

I’m fine with sitting here all alone
Revel in the joy of being unknown

With a pocket full of bones of my enemies
Dancing on the grave of who I used to be
I’m mostly left-handed psychologically
A beautifully repurposed melody

I refuse to let common sense cloud my judgement
Cuz we got places we gotta be
My pocket full of bones and me
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by ujnhunter » Mon Sep 23, 2019 9:50 am

Pocket Full Of Bones
UJN X REVE

Arms cut up by brambles
As dawn repels the night
Two wet shotgun shells
And a switch blade knife
Kneel beside the beech tree
Move aside the stone

Put it in this pocket full of bones

Again, step to the marker
The one by which we're bound
Nails stained black from clawing
Through the rotten ground
Head upon the beech tree
Hand upon the stone

Empty out this pocket full of bones
Empty out this pocket full of bones
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Re: Pocket Full Of Bones

Post by Geech » Mon Sep 23, 2019 1:38 pm

Pocket Full of Bones
Berkeley Social Scene

I never made it to Stockton
I broke down on the 99
But that money didn’t wait you know
Got another suitor just fine

When I was a child
I always wished something happened to me
And then when it did you know
I never found a way to unsee

Then jitters came real bad
I was sick or something I had
Part of me just upped and left
I hardly slept anymore
Rabbits foot worn down to the core
Its bones were all that I kept

I couldn’t leave the truck
It hit hundred and two
What shoulda brought me luck
Never did what it was meant to

Now on the side of the road
Sweating bullets alone
They better not find me now
Backup’s not on its way
Not much to do or say
I’m left with nothing
But a pocket full of bones
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