The Story of Your Red Right Ankle.

This isn’t new but that’s not important. It’s a good song. Sung by Colin Meloy of The Decemberists. I’ve had them tucked around in my laptop for some time but it didn’t impress me then when I was 16. It started playing while I was sitting inside the car staring into the lush green valleys of Bandung. I think there are some things you can only appreciate once you get older like certain stories, people and things.

The Decemberists – Red Right Ankle (click to listen)

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb”
This is the story of your red right ankle

This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew because he was dead
And how his face was carved and ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hideout in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away
This is the story of your gypsy uncle

This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some, they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you