In the UK - and no doubt other places - rag-and-bone men used to travel with a cart from village to village. They collected rags, bones, and other items that owners hoarded but really had no further use for. I liked the notion of some kind of symbolic character who scavenges in people's hearts, relieving them of haunting memories, of the pain associated with poor decisions they've made, or choices they've been afraid to make at all.
Music/arrangement/vocals: Michael Zaneski
Lyric & core melody: Donna Devine
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Rag-and-Bone Man
V1
I’m here to retrieve
All the times you’ve wasted
Every precious moment
[That] You’ve never tasted
V2
[The] vows that you broke
Will become my treasure
Chances you squandered
I'll cherish at leisure
Chorus
I'm a rag-and-bone man
I scavenge in hearts
Ones that beat betwixt and between
A rag-and-bone man
In a beat-up cart
I haul your remnants of love
To my scrap heap of dreams
V3
A dealer in junk
I'm in all your tomorrows
Waiting while you forfeit
The life that you've borrowed
I'm a rag-and-bone man
I scavenge in hearts
Ones that beat betwixt and between
A rag-and-bone man
In a beat-up cart
I haul your remnants of love
To my scrap heap of dreams
Bridge
I’m doing you a favour
Taking what you don't need
But I leave enough behind
So your loneliness can feed
I'm a rag-and-bone man
I scavenge in hearts
Ones that beat betwixt and between
A rag-and-bone man
In a beat-up cart
I haul your remnants of love
To my scrap heap of dreams
© 2011-2015 Donna Devine
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