Skein of skin is all too few to keep me from you.

Unable to sleep, due to upstairs neighbors stomping around as well as upstairs neighbor's dogs stomping around. I've had this song in my head all day since driving home and hearing it on the radio. Or rather, on the CD that I burned that I listen to so that's kind of like being on the radio? 

Anyway, I love love love the Decemberists. I got to see them in concert a few months ago, and hope to see them in concert again and again. Just like I like reading books over and over. And watching episodes of Spongebob Squarepants even though I've seen them maybe a dozen times already.

Can you blame me? Patrick Star is awesome. And that Gary... so wry.

Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet, a sweetheart left behind
far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas.
That's where my true love lies

Look for me when the sun-bright swallow sings upon the birch bough high.
But you are in the ground with the wolves and the weevils all a'chew upon your bones so dry.

But when the sun breaks to no more bullets in Battlecreek.
Then will you make a grave? For I will be home then. Then...

When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee made a seam to hem me in.
There at the fair when our eyes caught, careless, got my heart right pierced by a pin.

But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas--all the bellies and the bones and the bile?
No, I lingered here with the blankets barren and my own belly big with child.


But when the sun breaks to no more bullets in Battlecreek.
Then will you make a grave? For I will be home then. Then...

Stems and bones and stone walls, too, could keep me from you.
Skein of skin is all too few to keep me from you

But oh, my love, though our bodies may be parted, though our skin may not touch skin.
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow.
I will come on the breath of the wind.


Yankee Bayonet
Decemberists