Polar Nettles
Neko Case - 《Middle Cyclone》
LRC by lzh from jiangxi pingxiang
He takes his dinner in the bath
The orderly found him there
Flayed on the marble stairs
Hat still in hand his smoking remains
Blown out by a kiss from Nurse Someday Soon
His eyes are closed he mouths her name
The rosary her lips and tongue
She is the centrifuge that throws
Painted with a Gatling gun
Oh the nettles set on end
Move like starlings up a cliff
And ten are of a foggy touch
The forcefield 'round their frosty hairs
Whose shape recalls the wicked spade
That buried him but on his lips
The last rites of Nurse Someday Soon