Introducing: The Grave Dancers

(SCSD now has multiple daily posts. Don't miss the others below.)

This is a new feature run by two of my good friends. Please say hello to Ephraim and No-Cry. Take it away, gentlemen.



Ephraim: Why thankee and thankee doubly, sir. Prithee, No-Cry, do speak the name of our newest brother.

No-Cry: TO ALL'M FOLKS SAID LOUISVILLE GWON' BEAT DUKE.

WE dance ON your GRAVE.

Ephraim: And prithee speak yet again.

No-Cry: TO ALL'M FOLKS SAID VILL-THE-NOVA GWON' BEAT DUKE.

WE dance ON your GRAVE.

Ephraim: And once anew and for the last, good No-Cry, speak thy will.

No-Cry: TO ALL AND SUNDRY WHAT SAY KANSAS CAINT YET BLEED.

WE dance ON your GRAVE.

Ephraim: Speak to them now a word of departure.

No-Cry: WE AIN'T BUT HUMAN INSTRUMENTS, PLUCKED BY THE VERY STRING. HEVINS SAVE YE FROM COARSE MELODY.