Let me put that into plainer words: I read about Richard III's skeleton being discovered under a parking lot at the precise moment that I was listening to a tune called "Backyard Skulls".
Coincidence?
I think not!
So, while some may call it serendipity, I think my listening efforts clearly played some kind of cosmic role in unearthing the ancient regent's bony remains. And, guided as I am here by the divine hand of blogging fate, I feel it is only fitting to share with you:
All our secrets are smothered in dirt, underneath paving stones
Lying waiting to be told
Some stay hidden, whilst some get found
Like our long lost soul, like a skull beneath the ground
Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
Fear lies the first time that I was wrong
But there is still no sign, no X's mark the spot
The ancient encounters with foreign skin
All but perish by now, guess you can't erase the grin
From those...
From those...
Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
Through the patio doors, lies century upon century
The scars untold, has hushed the suburban adultery
And below our homes, and underneath the worms we feed
Like silent skulls, are smiling at the hypocrisy
Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
Backyard skulls, deep beneath the ground
All those backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found
Deep enough to never be found
Deep enough to never be found
PS - On the subject of Pedestrian Verse, I might put out a sneaky album review later in the week. (Short review: It's brilliant. Buy it.)
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