Bedraggled angels blethered
Across Eleven Acres
As belling from the boneyard
Rangled 'round the orchard
Her fingernails a-ripped
From hauling clay-filled fists
Out of the river's edges
For pots with happy voices
Consumed with twanketen
Only eased by scratching
Wisp-words slim as thistles
Or sickly chicken whistles
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
Queer-lit by dummet zun
She knew herself a vessel
Fit for a different wordle
Where footsteps must be lone
And barefoot upon stones
The northwind's ever-host
Giving edges to the ghosts
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Of mother's voice not calling
Of corrugated iron
Of devil's birds and whiskey
Of chilver hogs and fleecy
And nuts I could not reapy
And nuts I could not reapy
Seem an I Video (MV)
Performed By: PJ Harvey
From Album: I Inside the Old Year Dying
Written by: Polly Jean Harvey
Year: 2023
PJ Harvey - Seem an I Lyrics
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Bedraggled angels blethered
Across Eleven Acres
As belling from the boneyard
Rangled 'round the orchard
Her fingernails a-ripped
From hauling clay-filled fists
Out of the river's edges
For pots with happy voices
Consumed with twanketen
Only eased by scratching
Wisp-words slim as thistles
Or sickly chicken whistles
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
Queer-lit by dummet zun
She knew herself a vessel
Fit for a different wordle
Where footsteps must be lone
And barefoot upon stones
The northwind's ever-host
Giving edges to the ghosts
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Of mother's voice not calling
Of corrugated iron
Of devil's birds and whiskey
Of chilver hogs and fleecy
And nuts I could not reapy
And nuts I could not reapy
Across Eleven Acres
As belling from the boneyard
Rangled 'round the orchard
Her fingernails a-ripped
From hauling clay-filled fists
Out of the river's edges
For pots with happy voices
Consumed with twanketen
Only eased by scratching
Wisp-words slim as thistles
Or sickly chicken whistles
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
Queer-lit by dummet zun
She knew herself a vessel
Fit for a different wordle
Where footsteps must be lone
And barefoot upon stones
The northwind's ever-host
Giving edges to the ghosts
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Of mother's voice not calling
Of corrugated iron
Of devil's birds and whiskey
Of chilver hogs and fleecy
And nuts I could not reapy
And nuts I could not reapy
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
