Bloodbook on the Halfshell - Danielson

Rowing, ringing, cares a-flinging

As we ride this boat of hide

All eagle-eyed and dignified

Down the river, across 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’s a lot of work

But here we are with ringing bells

And floating on this cockleshell

My pal grins

Hugs the wind and sighs

We realize

With our blank minds aside

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 that lovely book

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

Arms full of lovely books

Freely collecting books

We’re getting funny looks

While we are

Stacking, organizing, filing

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

Great, they’ll look in our library

Let’s get going and 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 why 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 hit the books

The lovely, bloody books

Arms full of lovely books

Open up all these books

It’s got the

Words of one who made the river

Blood that’s flowing through the soil

I got books, I just don’t read them

Cleaning scraps up from the table

Flipping through with fingers pointing

At the letters and the numbers

Straining eyes and feeling better

Wondering how to be members

How now?

How now?

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 only am knowing one thing

I like hearing good news

It’s true, it’s true, it’s true and it’s false

Gonna cost myself

For these books

Taking one second look

Gonna call my counselor now

He’s gonna clear

Clear confusion

Then explain everything

These books steer our ship with good news

For now I got nothing to lose

My brother remembers

A thousand;

I can’t quote you one line

But oh now I shall

Know all of your ways

With warm cockles into my heart

And dancing to hits

And skipping around

Around on unsinkable ships