This is the song people seem to like the most. It will always be much better played live, and more fun when played with Ben Richter on accerdeeeen!

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I wrote this after I saw The Mae Shi play at Bard. Don't think that has anything to do with anything, but yeah that was an awesome show. They played "The Ghost of John" and it made me flip out.

Climbing spinal chords
in a hall of jawbones, in a watery womb
where bodies are sleeping while souls
are thrashing, where body meets dream
meets endless form, in a sea
of celestial junkyard tales
within sight of a worm sitting tight
in a whale under mermaids with secrets
they hide in their hair,
tangled and matted with brine.

And the back of your neck is all painted
with needles inside you, something green
and spinning, like my thirst for blood,
is a feeling so new indeed.
You move so strangely in the dark,
like a lizard across the sea,
your foundation is bone but
you are sheathed in flesh
and you're softer than you may seem.

I know where there's a rope attached
to the body of a woman in space,
she is a fleshy constellation and
we tug at her when we dream,

I want to be the wolves in your chest
that furrow and frown at the sun,
won't you open this boney cage
and free us, one by one?

My brother, he was a riot,
with skin dyed red like the bitter earth,
he'd follow oppressed workers,
when their anger would swell
he would start his work,
exploding into power shortage
picket signs and gridlock,
even inspiring future scabs,
he liked to play both sides.

And my mother, she was a seamstress of sorts
and she'd stitch together my brother and I
using threads that she thought
were much stronger than will when
all we wanted was to fly,
she wanted to stitch us together,
we wanted no such thing,
we were connected but not at the heart,
made to be drifters apart.

The winds of autumn’s whitest kiss
pushed the worms from the eye sockets
of our skulls in a dream we had
when we ripped at our seams,

I want to be the wolves in your chest
that furrow and frown at the sun,
won't you open this boney cage
and free us, one by one?

I want to be the wolves in your throat
with their snouts like angry guns,
won't you untangle your vocal chords
and free us, one by one?
One by one.