Polar Nettles
Neko Case
Neko Case - Polar Nettles (Middle Cyclone) he takes his dinner in the bath love sickened and infirmed the orderly found him there fileted on the marble stairs hat still in hand his smoking remains blown out by a kiss from the sunday soon sunday soon sunday soon sunday soon ( during recorder solo) someday someday someday his eyes are closed he mouthed the name the rosary her lips and tongue she is the centrifuge that throws the spies from the sun the Sistine chapel painted with the gattling gun someday soon someday soon someday soon someday soon someday soon polar nettles set on end move like starlings up a cliff and tenor of a foggy touch the forcefield round his frosty hips whose shape recalls the wicked spade that buried him but on his lips the last rites of nerves someday soon