Bloodbook on the Halfshell Songtext
von Danielson

Rowing, ringing, cans of flinging, has been rife
This boatified, or little eyed, and dignified
Down the river cross the great divide
Words reside at the highest of tides
With my bona fide bride
She′s my touring guide
And yes we both do reside on this riverside
Where we hide
Vacation is a lot of work
But here we are with ringing bells
And floating on this conch shell
My pal brings, hooks the wind, and sighs
We realize with a blank mind's eye
Only to see the mystery of many books floating free
And those books are free indeed
There′s one caught in the weed
Let's get it
Go get the lovely books
Let's grab those lovely books
Gather up all these books


We′re getting looks, looks
We′re getting the looks
These lovely, bloody books
Are full of lovely books
Freely collecting books
We're getting funny looks
While we are stacking, organizing
Falling, piling way up high and rising
Dewey, dusty, decimalizing
Sorting, tracking, systemizing
Can′t believe we found this vintage
We now have such great advantage
Free throw look in my library
Let's get going, let us hurry now, now, now, now
Hey, hey, hey, what do they say
Collections sit and beg to play
Wanting to give and speak with us
But neatly packed and nicely put away
What to do, for I′ve heard they are good
But we've also been told they can′t be understood
By simpletons like me and should never be
So I try
Crack into all those books
The lovely bloody books
We open up these books
We're taking looks, looks
We're taking a look
Time to pick the books
The lovely bloody books
Are full of lovely books
Open up all these books
These got the words of love that made the river
Blood that′s flowing through the soil
I got books I just don′t read
I'm cleaning stacks up from the table
Flipping through with fingers pointing
At the letters and the numbers
Straining eyes and feelings that are
Rumbling how keeping up is how, how, how, how
And I′m turning the page
While I'm center stage
It is starting to sink
And I′m to the brink
With my plans in pencil
While the vision's in ink
What to think?
My left brain tells me I′m a fool
My right brain tells me it's true, true
I'm ugly and I′m worth nothing
I like hearing good news
It′s true, it's true, it′s true and it's false
Still caught myself with these books
Taking looks, I had to look
The conch has to know now
He′s gonna clear it, clear confusion
Then explain everything
These books fill our ship with good news
For now I got nothing to lose
My brother remembers a thousand
I can't quote from one line
But oh now I shine
No other ways
With one conch that′s into my heart
I can dance and be hip
And skip and a rock
And I'm all out sick of bullshit