The history of a house, the stuff they never tell you when they're selling. |
Dampering wiggle-sigh, shake in the aftermath Calculate results and be ruthless and sharp Coal wet from rain, not burning no more Flint struck to flame, spark grown to blaze Language of silence, born in the past Brought to the present, pressed into use Set against humour, jaundice and pain Haven't you heard what happened to Mary? Sliced with a knife that glows red in the fire Singed to impurity, trained to forgive Forgive and forget and don't talk to strangers Sing to your mother on her dying bed Sing songs of hate and an innocence lost And swallow your tears when she opens her eyes - Gold and a grin and a trustworthy friend An airplane that shudders and grinds to a halt Blue coming in, blue bouncing out again Coming and going, snippets of hearsay Gossip of guns and a shfting ice floe A continent slid to the west, go West - God and a gin and a shot of espresso College kids tell you, coffee is love Cats breaking plates, a yowl from the kitchen Polly put the kettle on, the blood got cold Won't you have some water with your wine? - Go on in and have a look around Seventy million bucks down the drain I'm selling this beauty at just half the price I mean, what could happen? Who possibly knows? It ain't oozing class, and that's all I can say Just take a deep breath and don't miss the step It's not like stuff drips down the walls. |