Seem an I
de PJ Harvey
Bedraggled angels blethered
Across Eleven Acres
As belling from the bwoneyard
Rangled round the orchard
Her fingernails are ripped
From hauling clay-filled fists
Out of the Riddle's edges
For pots with happy voices
Conzum-ed 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 thе vaulted barn
Queer-lit by dummet zun
She knеw herself a vessel
Fit for a different wordle
Where footsteps must be lwone
And barefoot upon stones
And 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
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The Whores Hustle And The Hustlers Whore
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Black Hearted Love
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Down By The Water
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This Mess We're In
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Send His Love To Me
To Bring You My Love
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Red Right Hand - From 'Peaky Blinders' Original Soundtrack
Red Right Hand (From 'Peaky Blinders' Original Soundtrack)
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Red Right Hand
Peaky Blinders (Original Music From The TV Series)
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Big Exit
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Good Fortune
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A Place Called Home
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One Line
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Beautiful Feeling
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You Said Something
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Kamikaze
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This Is Love
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Horses In My Dreams
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We Float
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The Wind
Is This Desire?
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Lwonesome Tonight
I Inside the Old Year Dying
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When Under Ether
White Chalk