Sunday, December 2, 2012

The Misfits - Dig Up Her Bones



The politically correct thing to say about The Misfits is that they never recuperated from Glen Danzig's desertion. I beg to differ. Not that Mr. Danzig is a bad singer (he's pretty good), but I don't think he had any kind of special artistic input that was sorely missed. The purist will tell you he was the soul of the band, that he drove them to dominate underground punk music, but then I disagree too. He broke up with them to start a very successful solo career and his success happened to shine on his old band. I love DIG UP HER BONES and I think Michale Graves is a perfectly competent frontman, albeit a little less charismatic. They had success, but they never sold out. Here's a damn fine song to complement your Sunday.

The Misfits - DIG UP HER BONES

Anything is what she is
Anywhere is where she's from
Anything is what she'll be
Anything as long as it's mine

And the door it opens is the way back in
Or is it the way back out?

Anyplace is where she'll be
Anyplace, she'll see you from
Lies and secrets become your world
Anytime, anywhere she takes me away

And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son

Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
Walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones

I have seen the demon's face
I have heard of her death place
I fall down on my knees in praise of the
Horrible things that took her away

And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son

Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
Walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones

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