George Pringle I'm Very Scared Buster. Yes At Last.
O wind sets in
in my neck
and take the sad
with the wind
and laundrettes and lucky bets are amongst the things
that let
I have a cold again, and once more stapled to the floor
staring at bright white screens
and thinking of boys with hearts of stone
There's a polyglider plane hung from my lampshape
and it's nosedived at nothing
it's fading under light's strain
and ribbons
limp around its belly
and puncture the sky like sandstone needles
and I'm weary, the wind
and my throat's all scratched from sigarettes
and my heart is heavy
if only you knew
if only you knew
Sunday was so beautiful when the sun hit panes of glass
and my knees bent down the street, and
rattling in the cold and waltzing violet behind dark
glasses
ultraviolet like the skin that's stained under my eyes
hope 'til saturday night
well I haven't a heart to break
so I'm off to hibernate [x2]
This lockdown is precise once more
stapled to the floor
some was so ferocious
the cat that bit my heel
and it bit right through me
the floor is a sea of me
mascara
I lie/line up
tissues beads
remote control
glasses kiss
muck
paperweight
stereo typewriter
drawing board
action tracker
shoe pen
mitton watch
scarf suck
lanterns
slip of beads
brush
iron book remote control
hope I die before I get old
jumper CD glasses kiss
I haven't got a heart to break [x4]
well I haven't a heart to break
so I'm off to hibernate [x2]
I'm off to hibernate