letra de prologue to dunstable downs - polly paulusma
if trauma is a breach in the mind’s experience of time
then i am back there with you
the kitchen stock wooden panelling cupping us like old hands
the life-raft of the agar to which we all clung
the corner cupboard stuffed with medicines and pencil sharpening
the cobwebs and the dead flies
the tapestries, the ashtrays
the suit of armour, the grand piano and the musty gloom of the stairwell
the portraits up the stairs mock grandeur
the wood fires popping and chatting in cavernous fireplaces
the cellar that on demand disgorged a steady flow of wine
the radio babbling to itself softly in the bedroom
the dogs and the plates and the guests that littered your life
most of all, with your faltering beauty
warmth of an apple in your face
your fingers dry from raising so many sons
your knuckles red from so much thankless service
dependable, susceptible, disposable
how could i all daughter now?
(dependable, susceptible, disposable)
(how could i all daughter now?)
letras aleatórias
- letra de better off - drinkwatershane
- letra de flagpole on the grave - jesus loves junkies
- letra de work - randyb funk
- letra de 6 feet - vince ash
- letra de love of jesus (live) - clay webb
- letra de still alive (ft. lusio synth) - gladyson panther
- letra de won't you imagine - valeria villas
- letra de a false sense of significance - shadowmaker
- letra de дикие (wild) - моя мишель (my michelle)
- letra de cholos con corrido (part. la plebada) - barbarela