LYRICS
When the bone gets in the way
Fills the cavity
No holes for the eyes to see
No space for the brain to be
Made our bodies from clay (… they say)
God! I find this odd
No holes left for the eyes to see
Clearly
Narrow marrow
Am I alone… thinking solid bone?
Bone meets bone
When the bone meets the bone
Fusion illusion
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em BM7aug Em7(11)
Rhythm: 123 BPM Funky Trip Hop
Recording: digital 10-track stereo
Vocals, Finger Snapping, Keyboards and Synthesizers
From the album Technocracy
by Daniel Brouse