12°C, rain.
Lyrics: Kristin Hersh is probably the musician that I listen to most this autumn. They are delivered as if spoken to a specific person; such a powerful device. Some lines could be written directly to me; so beguiling.
Tuesday Night :
When you sleep you tell me off I told you once before I can’t resist you When I sleep I build you up I make you king of here I can’t resist you I can’t wait…I’ll suck down another water while I wait I watch the clock turn blue and think of you while I wait I can’t wait the moon shines through my dress and through my glass I promise not to drink until you’re home I can’t wait… the moon pales even when I think it holds the face of the clock I watch for you While I wait
I can’t wait…
Me And My Charms :
You can come back when you want just know that I’ll be here I haven’t left this step and when the lights go out I pick the angel up
I only have two hands… she here? is she here right now? drive her off; don’t bother to call I’m checking out today me and my charms
when I kiss the angel I have a taste of you when I take the angel I have a piece you can come back I haven’t left you yet and when the lights go out I pick the angel up I only have two left feet all I have in my hands me and my charms when I kiss the angel I have a taste of me and my charms down on the ground you can’t leave me now I haven’t left you yet
I want to hear more….
Micycle 