- A Thrilling Tale Of Childhood
Scrape against the wall, underthings askew and damp. Fire in its face ablaze with moist, glistening untruths.
Chorus
It wandered a low road and now everything's ruined!
It worried a ragged rent, now everything's raw!
Unlit floor boards, creaking, soft, rotten old man toe nails crush mouse dung whispers squeal, "Perhaps you'll die in your sleep."
- An Entire Wardrobe Of Doubt And Uncertainty
I can't get this knot... is it two loops or three?
Is it "down through the hole" then "thrice round the tree"?
My boots are on tight. I've got kid gloves to spare,
But my breeches and braces are draped on the chair.
This necktie's all wrinkled! My hat is unfound!
My walking stick's broken! My vest's on the ground!
- Hammer, Anvil and Stirrups
(introductions are made)
I needed her
her smallest bones
to make needles
her curtsy killed her
She was swollen up
aglow
- Horse on The Moor
And his tears mingled with the still waters of the peat bog...
"I brought you something darling!"
And he saw clay fingers protruding from the mud!
"I love you still!"
- Marvelous Murderess
verse 1
I say, could she have cut them up? Just look at her fingers
so frail and angel-pale! Do we honestly think that she’s a murderess?
I say, doesn’t she look smart? Her eyes are dusk and dawn an alabaster midnight apart!
I say, doesn’t she look neat? The snarling, scarlet storm of her lips is a thousand degrees!
verse 2