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Real Bones - 2025 Remix
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Thoughts of family, evolution, mortality, and humanity
folk rock
Folk music for postmoderns
Note about the "2025 Remixes." Since I don't currently have the resources to book studio time or musicians, I am polishing my old demos in Suno. I'm doing my best to keep Suno from making alterations to my compositions, and succeeding about two thirds of the time, but it is an uphill battle. For the sake of transparency, I am making an effort to delineate all of the (usually very slight) alterations Suno has made to the recordings, but it will take a while. In the meantime, once you've heard a "remix" to hear how I want the song to sound, you may want to scroll down to the original demo, which, in a few cases, will be a better representation of how the song _goes_. Until I've finished those notes, I can tell you that "Loafy's Blues," "Misfit Moon," "It Does Not Mean a Thing," "Home," "Saturn Road," "The Skin of Our Teeth," "Old Friends Come Back," "Scarecrow," and all the instrumentals are pretty much perfect reproductions of my original compositions. I'll endeavor to make notes on the others, describing precisely how they were altered. And again, you can hear my original, much less slick demos of those songs further down on the page, for comparison. ====== I am what you might call a musical generalist. I listen to pretty much everything and I compose in pretty much any style, though I concentrate mainly on folk, folk-rock, rock, synth-pop, alternative, comedy, musical theatre, jazz, new-age, film music, avant-garde, and the occasional lullaby (why sing your kid to sleep with "Rock-a-bye Baby" when you can can create something personalized?). I've done most of my professional (i.e. paid) work in the theatre, where I've been musical director for dozens of productions. I was also musical director of Mental Floss, the legendary Miami improv group, for over 500 performances; I recently did a stint with Laughing Gas, which rose from the ashes of Mental Floss 11 years ago to become the longest running improv group in South Florida. As a singer-songwriter, I've concentrated most of my energy on my signature style of synth-driven folk-rock (sort of Indigo Girls meets Vangelis). I'm also something of a minor celebrity in the world of Filk (folk music for science fiction fans), where I am proud to be the object of the worlds smallest international fan base.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Folk Rock
Author
Darren Zieger
Rights
1994, 2025
Uploaded
December 25, 2025
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MP3 11.7 MB 320 kbps 5:07
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WAV 51.6 MB
Lyrics
[intro] Real bones, real bones Traced in an outline Trapped in stone Shadow of life Where life no longer grows Real bones Real bones, real bones No more illusion, Truth or abuse Caght in the permafrost Victim of disuse Real bones [verse] Now somebody mentions the fam'ly plan But a fam'ly does what a fam'ly can The word goes out to far and near You meet your uncles once a year And some you like and some not much But you choose to keep in touch Now somebody mentions the matriarch The journey long and the struggle hard The towns with names you can't pronounce Your uncles drop in unannounced And sometimes it's too much to take But you shut your mouth for the fam'ly's sake [pre-chorus] Real bones Real bones [verse] Now Darwin says that the apes and we Share a similar family tree And it seems so obvious to me But others choose to disagree They only see what they want to see What they think they should believe [verse] I spent the day at the institute In search of scientific proof And there among the mastodons Stood familiar skeletons I cautiously held out my hand And touched the face of primal man [pre-chorus] Real bones Real bones [chorus] Not skeletons in your closet Or wishbones that you break This is the test of time, my friend And this is the price you pay For the dimension of a life is only measured by The space its absence makes [verse] And maybe ten thousand years from now When we've all dried up, they'll dig us out And those who have been best preserved Will stand alone and be observed Exposed with neither skin nor nerve Is this the fate that we deserve? [verse] And maybe one of the solemn crowd Will notice you and point you out Preserved in racial memory You share a limb of your fam'ly tree Se'll cautiously hold out her hand And touch the face of modern man [pre-chorus] Real bones Real bones [chorus] Not skeletons in your closet Or wishbones that you break This is the test of time, my friend And this is the price you pay For the dimension of a life is only measured by The space its absence makes [pre-chorus] Real bones Real bones
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