For some reason, before even listening to more than a couple of tracks, I knew I could write poems to each of the titles of PJ Harvey's lastest album. So here goes something.
1. The Devil
The devil'
shobbled
sold bad boots
by farrier jones
evil is still got meaning
he spouts as
he limps to town
shitting-stoke-wankshafted-up-twat-on-bastarding-trent
or anywhere really'
show he talks
The devil'
sscuppered
bought bad debts
by broker james
even evil got the blues
he wails as
he punishes a piana
or anyone really'
show he works
The devil'
ssozzled
fed bad booze
by barman jessie
even evil got to die
he chokes as
his vomit'sinhaled
not anything really'
show he joins 'n dis
joins
one shoe shed
a sepia key plucked fingerfree
wettened words that
1. The Devil
The devil'
shobbled
sold bad boots
by farrier jones
evil is still got meaning
he spouts as
he limps to town
shitting-stoke-wankshafted-up-twat-on-bastarding-trent
or anywhere really'
show he talks
The devil'
sscuppered
bought bad debts
by broker james
even evil got the blues
he wails as
he punishes a piana
or anyone really'
show he works
The devil'
ssozzled
fed bad booze
by barman jessie
even evil got to die
he chokes as
his vomit'sinhaled
not anything really'
show he joins 'n dis
joins
one shoe shed
a sepia key plucked fingerfree
wettened words that
stink of gutsn
yeah brim
stone if you
like, oh
'nd our happiness
'nd our happiness
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