The Skeleton Woman and Metal Mermaid
Perhaps that was me , perhaps not, anyway I look different now my hair ablaze with bright fiery colour, purple blending into a flaming vermillion, as if it's burning like the way I burned for the ghost of you. And then , how easy it is to contain that fire when you think that's all there is to it, when you tell yourself even flames are phantoms. Ah but what to do when you find phantoms are shadows of living souls made flesh through songs you sang ? There is an old Inuit tale of the skeleton woman , who lay deep in the sea awakened by a fisherman who accidentally caught her in his net.
Have I told you this tale before ? Possibly , but if so, I will repeat it again. The fisherman and the skeleton, when he saw her sunken eyes and gritted teeth as he pulled his net he was shocked and rowed furiously as fast as could back home , his fear pounding away louder than the rattle of the skeleton who was still caught on the side of his boat so he did not hear her, dragged rattling , rattling away. Exhausted in the dark he dragged his net over the sand to his place and went to sleep. In the night the skeleton woman went over to the fisherman, thirsty and saw his tears of loneliness, glistening as he lay dreaming. She went up to him to drink them and whispered "flesh, flesh, flesh ..!" And flesh filled through her ribs and over her bones. Then she could softly touch his cheeks and sang "skin, skin, skin ..!" Skin grew over the folds of her knuckles and she felt his heart beat and beat on it as a drum , calling " heart, heart , heart !" In the morning the fisherman awoke, there he was, his flesh against her flesh , his skin touching her skin and his heart beating against her heart. Combing his fingers through her dark long hair they became tangled as the tangled net that brought her, and the couple felt loneliness no more.
Cross the Artic circle and over the Irish Sea , a pirate ship sailed by a little blue room , where a girl lay deep under the weight of metal scales where her legs should be. The anchor cast nearby accidentally hoisted this strange sort-of-mermaid if you will , and she awoke in the clanging of fins and metal clanging, clanging away.. a different story, the same story , flesh , flesh, flesh, skin, skin, skin, heart , heart , heart .
Have I told you this tale before ? Possibly , but if so, I will repeat it again. The fisherman and the skeleton, when he saw her sunken eyes and gritted teeth as he pulled his net he was shocked and rowed furiously as fast as could back home , his fear pounding away louder than the rattle of the skeleton who was still caught on the side of his boat so he did not hear her, dragged rattling , rattling away. Exhausted in the dark he dragged his net over the sand to his place and went to sleep. In the night the skeleton woman went over to the fisherman, thirsty and saw his tears of loneliness, glistening as he lay dreaming. She went up to him to drink them and whispered "flesh, flesh, flesh ..!" And flesh filled through her ribs and over her bones. Then she could softly touch his cheeks and sang "skin, skin, skin ..!" Skin grew over the folds of her knuckles and she felt his heart beat and beat on it as a drum , calling " heart, heart , heart !" In the morning the fisherman awoke, there he was, his flesh against her flesh , his skin touching her skin and his heart beating against her heart. Combing his fingers through her dark long hair they became tangled as the tangled net that brought her, and the couple felt loneliness no more.
Cross the Artic circle and over the Irish Sea , a pirate ship sailed by a little blue room , where a girl lay deep under the weight of metal scales where her legs should be. The anchor cast nearby accidentally hoisted this strange sort-of-mermaid if you will , and she awoke in the clanging of fins and metal clanging, clanging away.. a different story, the same story , flesh , flesh, flesh, skin, skin, skin, heart , heart , heart .