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Ezekiel connected them dry bones
Ezekiel connected them dry bones
Ezekiel connected them dry bones
Now hear the word of the Lord.
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Gonna hear the word of the Lord.

Your toe bone connected to your foot bone
Your foot bone connected to your ankle bone
Your ankle bone connected to your leg bone
Your leg bone connected to your knee bone
Your knee bone connected to your thigh bone
Your thigh bone connected to your hip bone
Your hip bone connected to your back bone
Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone
Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone
Your neck bone connected to your head bone
I hear the word of the Lord.

Them bones, them bones gonna walk around
Them bones, them bones gonna walk around
Them bones, them bones gonna walk around
I hear the word of the Lord.
Disconnect them bones, them dry bones
Disconnect them bones, them dry bones
Disconnect them bones, them dry bones
Now hear the word of the Lord.

Your head bone connected from your neck bone
Your neck bone connected from your shoulder bone
Your shoulder bone connected from your back bone
Your back bone connected from your hip bone
Your hip bone connected from your thigh bone
Your thigh bone connected from your knee bone
Your knee bone connected from your leg bone
Your leg bone connected from your ankle bone
Your ankle bone connected from your foot bone
Your foot bone connected from your toe bone
I hear the word of the Lord
I hear the word of the Lord.

well, I was going to tell you about what's going on inside my head, and for some reason this song sprung up instead, and bones aren't my best subject as we near Valentine's Day, so I'll just move smoothly on - to the fact I really enjoyed the The Singing Detective and loved the soundtrack and bought it and listened to it all the time until it was burgled (when we were burgled and it was amongst the things that were stolen) (the day we got back from our honeymoon) and years later I realised I missed it and wanted to purchase it again and eventually XCH found a sort of version of it on eBay but it didn't have many of my favourite songs on it - my most favourite of all being something that now slips my mind by Ella and The Ink Spots - but it came as a tape and now I don't have a tape player (and anyhow all my music is in a box in the cellar!) and that made me think of a song I heard in a shop yesterday - "Whistle for Will" by a band called Hot Chip from their album Made In The Dark which has a cool cover with a design in bronze on a background of aqua which reminded me of the end papers for one of the books I bound last year (one of the Kathleen Raines) and it also made me think of the loft that XCH and I did in the last house but one which had an en-suite bathroom for which I found some delightful mosaic glass tiles in various shades of aqua with streaks of copper running thru them and I'd also found some bathroom "accessories" (you know, soap dish and cabinet handles) in a clear resin with flakes of copper randomly "floating" in the resin and that made me think about thoughts which randomly float about and how I am exhausted right now and need a break which I'm having next week with Smallest Person and then XCH texted from South Africa to say that Middle One went somewhere where he got to stroke a cheetah and put on a leather glove and hold an eagle and SP was kind of upset - not in a jealous way - but also kind of happy - not in a smug way - that she and I are going away next week and The Teen - who chose to go nowhere with anybody - just said that he doesn't miss being "stalked" by MO and I realised that sadness and anger can eat away at you leaving a big festering hole if you'll let them or can become so intense that they collapse in on themselves a little like Black Holes and that can suck the light out of the rest of your life - or you can just accept them instead of fighting them and be happy for the happy times and know inside of your heart of hearts that happy times will possibly come again and if you let go some of the feelings they spread out instead of being so intense and become more bearable but why do we never let go of love and happiness and if someone x-rayed me right now what would they see inside - the strength that holds me together - or the emotions that are festering away like a cancer in my bones - a broken heart held carefully together by intricate stitches and is slowly mending - or just an ordinary body of an ordinary person living an ordinary life, because let's face it nothing unusual has really happened to me even tho it doesn't feel right and I'll get there and so will XCH and so will Smallest Person, Middle One and The Teen and a blog and a piece of writing is like an x-ray - a snapshot in time (and there will always be more of that)
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