Story Behind the Song
It is an Interesting task to remember why and how the theme of this song was created, predominantly because it is more of a mood piece than a defined piece of narrative. It investigates the means by which funky music can capture memories, moments in time and the physical decadence of a human being all in eight bars at a time. One of the memories i draw upon is that of a girl who used to tease a lot of young men with her sexuality but eventually ended up with no-one, so a sweet moral message is woven into the fabric of this somewhat rather shallow song. The chorus "my bag of bones" sounded good when we were initially jamming with the song, so we kept it. No philsophically metaphoric explanation can be invented for that i'm afraid. However it does reflect the first feelings of the song at its most raw and undeveloped stage.
Lyrics
(Scat)
Oh man, in this funky, funky beat
It contains my soul,
Celebration, jazzstix rock and or roll
Lost this stung inside my head
Locked into it, trip it out, trip it out yeah.
Dark sun, refused to change the channel
Skibidee deep skibidee deep skibidee doo
My Bags of Bones x4
MBB Yeah
MBB about to get with it
MBB are resting here, ah yeah.
Oh dude, frail and so frigid, she tempts me
Trip it out, trip it out yeah
Anticipations the key, to an evil temptress
Keep up, locked out
Deep sin, loves faded into the background
My friend, Skib up dup a diddly dee
Options decreasing mostly rapidly
Skibidee deep skibidee deep skibidee doo
My Bags of Bones, yeah x4
MBB Yeah
MBB about to get with it
MBB are resting here, ah yeah.
(Scat)
My Bags of Bones, yeah x4
MBB Yeah
MBB about to get with it
MBB are resting here, ah yeah
Oh Yeah (crowd repeat)
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