tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post4406932647334427612..comments2023-06-11T17:29:23.054+03:00Comments on Cocosse | Journal: A letter to P.J. Harvey | Nick Cave, 1996Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399282577773064439.post-35980345191121021482022-06-17T00:45:36.078+03:002022-06-17T00:45:36.078+03:00With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face
Comes...<br /><br />With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face<br />Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass<br />She's got a house-big heart where we all live<br />And plead and council and forgive<br />Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed<br />Her glove of bones at her wrist<br />That I have held in my hand<br />Her Spanish Fly and her monkey gland<br />Her Godly body and its fourteen stations<br />That I have embraced, her palpitations<br />Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy"<br />Against the rubble of her body<br />Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped<br />Her fingernails, all pink and chipped<br />Her accent which I'm told is broad<br />That I have heard and has been poured<br />Into my human heart and filled me<br />With love, up to the brim, and killed me<br />And rebuilt me back anew<br />With something to look forward to<br />Well, who could ask much more than that?<br />A West country girl with a big fat cat<br />That looks into her eyes of green<br />And meows, "He loves you", then meows again<br /><br /><br /> West Country Girl / Nick Cave / 1997<br /><br />.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com