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RATTLEBOX
by Michael Kiel Cash
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Well this worn out jacket
Hasn’t given up the ghost just yet
Go on and don that cowboy slicker
Find what dreams does it beget
And that beat up old guitar
Has still got a tune or two
Don’t be shy, let fly on that rattlebox, baby
And see what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Don’t be shy, let fly on that rattlebox, baby
And see what it does to you
Slide between bronze strings serene
Find headstone and the broom
This clan began in the hexagram
Where the cauldron meets the pew
A bolted door on the second floor
Two tables in the light of the moon
And on your flesh a second guess
As you feel what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
And on your flesh a second guess
It's you that turns the screw
The eye that haunts the confidant
peers through your cheap perfume
The crone has come and your precious one’s
Black hair is in her loom
Flee between the shoulder blades
The shattered glass a clue
Take the cloak, Her names invoke
To become what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Take the cloak, Her names invoke
But know the crone is you
Sip a tulip chalice made
To show the future’s hue
Sacrifice a paradise
Break through the night’s taboo
Dream is told, no ends unfold
The mirror’s dance ensues
Step beneath the stars unsheathed
And kiss what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Step beneath the stars unsheathed
And kiss what blows on through
Well this worn out jacket
Hasn’t given up the ghost just yet
Go on and don that cowboy slicker
Find what dreams does it beget
And that beat up old guitar
Has still got a tune or two
Don’t be shy, let fly on that rattlebox, baby
And see what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Don’t be shy, let fly on that rattlebox, baby
And see what it does to you
Slide between bronze strings serene
Find headstone and the broom
This clan began in the hexagram
Where the cauldron meets the pew
A bolted door on the second floor
Two tables in the light of the moon
And on your flesh a second guess
As you feel what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
And on your flesh a second guess
It's you that turns the screw
The eye that haunts the confidant
peers through your cheap perfume
The crone has come and your precious one’s
Black hair is in her loom
Flee between the shoulder blades
The shattered glass a clue
Take the cloak, Her names invoke
To become what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Take the cloak, Her names invoke
But know the crone is you
Sip a tulip chalice made
To show the future’s hue
Sacrifice a paradise
Break through the night’s taboo
Dream is told, no ends unfold
The mirror’s dance ensues
Step beneath the stars unsheathed
And kiss what blows on through
What blows on through, what blows on through
Step beneath the stars unsheathed
And kiss what blows on through
