Barry Chern w/ Mike Eberle - copyright 2017 B. Chern

An experiment in multi-camera live music video with zero budget and zero technicians.

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Old Mr. Skeleton, he’s so silly,
Bouncing around in his old raggedy dress.
Loose ends of his undies poke through holes in the belly,
Wrinkles all over that ought to be pressed.

Why don’t he get a new suit?
They say he will some day.
But, this one’s just getting broken in.
Don’t take my
Sunshine away! (Don’t take my comfy old body away…)

Old Mr. Skeleton looks so funny,
Way he dance in them worn out threads;
He swings one way, fat flaps the other,
You can follow his trail by the fibers he sheds.

Why don’t he (etc…)
(Don’t take my funky old body away.)

Old Mr. Skeleton says he’s no puppet,
Least he do if I pull on his jaw-bone strings.
Skeleton claims that he’s free-standing, but
Where is that wind from when we sings?

He got to doff that old coat,
Who knows where or when?
Then the buzzards in the valley
Pick him bright and clean
Bake in the sunshine, and then:
Them bones them bones they gonna rise again!

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