The parade in my skull plays a trumpet of bones. Every step that I take breaks the floor into stones. Mother’s soup tastes like prayers and old lace. She smiles with the teeth of a much younger face.
One, two, three — the oven is cold. Four, five, six — my fingers are sold. Seven, eight, nine — the doctor is blind. Ten, eleven, twelve — “You’re doing just fine.”
(Final sound: A child’s giggle, then silence — followed by one loud, wet crunch.) Would you like this formatted as a lyric sheet, or adapted into a pseudo-score with rhythm suggestions?
(Tempo: 160 BPM — frantic, like a music box winding down too fast)
Tick… tock… I forgot what I forgot. Tick… stop.
(Spoken, whispered, doubled) “Why is the moon bleeding?” “Shh. That’s just jam.” “Where is my shadow?” “It ran… it ran… it ran…”
Tick-tock, tick-tock… The rabbit lost his pocket watch. Mama said, “Don’t eat the sky.” But the sky was made of lullaby.
The parade in my skull plays a trumpet of bones. Every step that I take breaks the floor into stones. Mother’s soup tastes like prayers and old lace. She smiles with the teeth of a much younger face.
One, two, three — the oven is cold. Four, five, six — my fingers are sold. Seven, eight, nine — the doctor is blind. Ten, eleven, twelve — “You’re doing just fine.” vocaloid kikuo
(Final sound: A child’s giggle, then silence — followed by one loud, wet crunch.) Would you like this formatted as a lyric sheet, or adapted into a pseudo-score with rhythm suggestions? The parade in my skull plays a trumpet of bones
(Tempo: 160 BPM — frantic, like a music box winding down too fast) She smiles with the teeth of a much younger face
Tick… tock… I forgot what I forgot. Tick… stop.
(Spoken, whispered, doubled) “Why is the moon bleeding?” “Shh. That’s just jam.” “Where is my shadow?” “It ran… it ran… it ran…”
Tick-tock, tick-tock… The rabbit lost his pocket watch. Mama said, “Don’t eat the sky.” But the sky was made of lullaby.