Song-A-Day: February 6

103 years ago today Ronald Reagan was born, and however you choose to view the man (I choose the Futurama version with his head in a jar) it’s difficult to deny that he left quite an impact on the United States. This is only relevant to our Song-A-Day series because yeasayer released a very fun song two years ago on their album Fragrant World which was confusingly titled “Reagan’s Skeleton”. That’s one of the cool things about music though, it doesn’t have to make sense so long as it works, and that’s certainly true for this one.

Down in a hole outside of Ventura
Lo and behold, found beauty
I said I’ve never seen a redhead compost just like that
She said outside, got something to see

We walked a quiet road for miles at first
Couldn’t see a thing
Rattle from the dark, chills up my spine
Coming from the trees, oh

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally

Musta passed out, when I came to I’m tied up
To my surprise, by the young lady
And as her face grew sick her nails tore out my heart
Blood trickled down, economically

The laughter from the dark was low at first
But became cacophony
I recognise the stench of burning flesh
As they began to feed, oh

On Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally

Horror, horror, what an awful way to fall in love
Horror, horror, what an awful way to fall in love

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally

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