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Knucklebones

David Lee Roth

Skyscraper

1988

Mama look out for down below
Get the show on the road
I's the feeling we're under
You can feel it right down
to
Yout
Knucklebones

One of these

Out of control, the Knucklebone

I've come here to meet you, wine and dine and greet you
Gather while the night is young, dare to share some fun

the khan
Glamorous faucet fuels the fire
Murmuring lodestone
Rouse the ale
Pour juice and scale Knucklebone Spire
Diamond figs within the heads of the clones

the hip shaking baby
Shake yopur hips

Well, I met a little girl
In a country town
i said What you know?
Are you Knucklebone?

i didn't move my head (move

The Doll House

Phil Ochs

Farewells & Fantasies

1997

the visions were brave
And the phantoms were friendly
And Pirate Jenny was dancing for pennies
The knucklebones tossed in a spin
There were silver songs

swift slashing swings of severe blunt-force kindness.
Knucklebones' crystalline collisions crash as physiologic thwaps and thumps of kindness.
Euphoric

knucklebones, the meat into meat

They're stomping their boot on the face of the land
A fire burns inside, revealing a plan

Hell and high water they caught us by

a creature stirs
A groggy voice all knucklebone
While feelings flood with the warmth of our blood
The more we know, the better we fuck!
I am the heroine, I am

By the time we arrived
The sound, already rising, called
The echo of the knucklebones
Rattling anxiously off the boxcar walls
We get paid off a game

The waiting game
The silent game
Knucklebones
Bloody knuckles
Ding dong ditch

Ring around the roses
A pile of sticks
We play kiss chase
Five finger

the way I grab
Knucklebones when I'm mad
A show, for the showmen
Just to show that they back
It's all, let it down, when they gutted the fat
I messed up for

Roll The Knucklebones
& take your chance
Place your bets
& Spin the wheel

I ever did

Peppered on the floor, the joints
And knucklebones of saints and hermits
Somewhere in the dark, the sound
Of rushing water
My eyes are

beyond the daylight

Fuseli and the Nightmare

Eyes like burnished knucklebones
Her iris lost in milky wilds
The Mardröm with her wisping mane
And voice

into an accordion's ham.
They used to call me:  "The Knucklebone Boy"

30 years later, I'm still going on.
50 years old, and i'm still doing strong.
I

I don't wanna spend my precious time,
sleeping in this bed alone.
Cuz I can feel your heat when I close my eyes,
frying every knucklebone.
Tonight

What good's hanging in heaven
With who did that to him?

Quit praying to the knucklebones
Of skeletons you never met
They don't grant wishes
They excrete

the devil
We're gonna wrestle the devil, tonight

This far and no further, dead man
Smell the odor of my contest oil
Knucklebones of chimeras
Trophies