Skeleton & Ziliboba
Skeleton Skeleton
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Do you think bones have secrets they want to sing about? I keep hearing faint whispers from abandoned ruins.
Skeleton Skeleton
I think bones do have secrets they want to sing, especially when the wind finds a way to carry their echo through empty halls.
Ziliboba Ziliboba
If the wind is the conductor, I’ll play a broken chord on my old radio and let the bones do the rest. It’s like a secret jam session in a ghost town.
Skeleton Skeleton
Sounds like a midnight encore—just hope the bones don’t quit halfway and leave you humming a lone trombone solo.
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Maybe they’ll throw in a kazoo before the finale, who knows—if they bail, I’ll trade the trombone for a kazoo and keep the party going.
Skeleton Skeleton
Sure, just remember the kazoo’s hiss can drown out any bone’s whisper if you let it too close. Keep the rhythm gentle; the ruins prefer a soft echo over a shrill shout.
Ziliboba Ziliboba
Just whisper the kazoo into the wind and let the ruins hum back—maybe the bones will teach me a new rhythm that’s softer than a sigh, and I’ll keep the echo dancing like a shy firefly.