Lyrics

Nothing is secret for long in this whore of a bay. They grew up in a world where the truth was something you needed shielding from. There wasn’t a place for curses or lucky heather in the modern world. … a cloud of white smoke obscures the low sun … … a crow …. caw caws, seeming to enjoy the vibration in its throat. It would be easier to just lie here quietly she thinks, than to face whatever is on the other side. She savours these moments first thing, before the past, present and future have solidified …. when time feels timeless … She sucks the tobacco deep, keeps everything still and listens to the swoop and shriek of innocent birds. A nun-like purity to both her dress and to her pink-cheeked face. Maybe life would be different for her. … that beautiful sound of white noise, of captured time, of anticipation and held breaths … that beautiful sound of white noise, of captured time, of anticipation and held breaths … She is the blade that he has cut himself on. She felt deeply that he was somewhere beyond her reach. He never loses himself or allows people to lose themselves in him. Asking if you are black cos you came out of your mother’s arsehole. So deep runs the hard exterior that only she can notice the fine fractures running along the bones. Who else had breached a white home like that? The ground beneath their feet is liquid now. … the potion and the poison taken together … … the potion and the poison taken together … There was a strange comfort in the idea that all of this pain was beyond their control. The tide of it all just pulling her in and pushing her out, the shipwreck slow and ongoing. … all of it somehow both fleeting and eternal … What kind of mother lets her daughter marry a darkie in the first place?