Texty: Red House Painters. Mother.
the way the street looked
dim and polluted
so have i felt when i walked upon
the way the air seemed
grey fog diluted
so do i feel when i'm breathed upon
ominous head spoke
you ain't so good
poorly the sow joked
trashed and words muttered
i want to be mothered
i want you to give
attention to my belly button
mother
i want to have
boddy pins stuck in my ears
and drown away the endless days
ridding soon the troubled ways
embedded down with a warm frown
in a wrong and impure dream
anchored down with a mermaid
in sound halcyon sea
lure me in her salt
liquid canyon far beneath
my mother savior
with her goddess touch
brushes hands through my hair
dim and polluted
so have i felt when i walked upon
the way the air seemed
grey fog diluted
so do i feel when i'm breathed upon
ominous head spoke
you ain't so good
poorly the sow joked
trashed and words muttered
i want to be mothered
i want you to give
attention to my belly button
mother
i want to have
boddy pins stuck in my ears
and drown away the endless days
ridding soon the troubled ways
embedded down with a warm frown
in a wrong and impure dream
anchored down with a mermaid
in sound halcyon sea
lure me in her salt
liquid canyon far beneath
my mother savior
with her goddess touch
brushes hands through my hair
Red House Painters