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Bone Yards
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Written with Pablo. Demo recorded 11/19 and 11/20/05. Enjoy!
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The competing personalities known as Miles Mayhem and John Staubitz bring you music designed to take over the world.
Miles Mayhem is an evil mastermind of world domination-- he will go to any lengths necessary to achieve his vicious ends. He is willing to incorporate elements of any musical genre into his work in order to secure the support of more henchmen. Mr. Mayhem vows that you will like at least one of his songs.
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Genre
Alternative • Other Alternative
Charts
#16,671 today Peak #171
#2,208 in subgenre Peak #41
Author
Words- Pablo Juarez, Music- John Staubitz
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Miles Mayhem Music
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November 21, 2005
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MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Ask Pablo about the poetry. The chord changes and beat were originally included in a song called The Prof that was for a favorite professor.
Lyrics
VERSE 1 She leaves bone yards under my pillow She leaves bone yards under my pillow - the cold side of life turned over so my ear can feel, just a little more human as graffiti giants cut the world with lines that are more beautiful than me SHORT CHORUS He died there too, in the middle of that woman, who’s tongue he never tasted What was her name? She was a metaphor, shaped like odd things VERSE 2 A glow in her skull wanders nomadic burning alphabet like fuel for my heartbeats pounding like headaches in the palm of her smoking hand He died there too, in the middle of that woman, who’s tongue he never tasted VERSE 3 She leaves bone yards under my pillow, purple finger stains on the sheets, a haunting smile grows like wings over her jagged little teeth and when she whispers all I hear is the coldness of her thighs CHORUS He died there too, in the middle of that woman, who’s tongue he never tasted What was her name? She was a metaphor, shaped like odd things shaped like common things with her feet bare and warm on his skin falling softly like carpet And he died there too. VERSE 4 A glow in her skull wanders nomadic burning night like a lighthouse and I see his muscles strewn behind her his hair and nails, velvet ropes and cobblestones and I smell his blood flooding past my shoes the glamorous color of her runway CHORUS And I’ll die there too, in the middle of that woman, who’s tongue I’ve never tasted What is her name? She’s a metaphor, shaped like odd things shaped like common things with her feet bare and warm on my skin falling softly carpet She leaves bone yards under my pillow and I’ll die there too
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