Mourning Becomes the Body Electric.
I move from grief to giddy
like a shadow,
passing between the thresholds
of two vastly different worlds.
keep moving me and keep wounding me,
for I’d rather feel everything than nothing at all.
Mourning Becomes the Body Electric.
I move from grief to giddy
like a shadow,
passing between the thresholds
of two vastly different worlds.
keep moving me and keep wounding me,
for I’d rather feel everything than nothing at all.
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Now you’ve got me humming! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tG-wl2qqD7Y ♫ I sing the Body Elecccctttttric… ♫
Hahaha! One of my favorite, favorite songs to sing around the house! Hum away!