Альбом PJ Harvey

(Feat. John Parrish)

I think I saw you in the shadows
I move in closer beneath your windows
Who would suspect me of this rapture?

And who but my black hearted love
And who but my black hearted love

When you call out my name in rapture
I volunteer my soul for murder
I wish this moment here forever

And you are my black hearted love
And you are my black hearted love

In the rain, in the evening I will come again

I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted
I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted
I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted
I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted

Erika is watching
Daniel is hiding
Erika is counting
16,15,14,13,12,11,10,9
Erika is coming

The sun is setting the scene
In the garden, it's starting to rain
The trees are trembling
Erika's repeating "oh, oh, oh"

There is no laughter in the garden

Erika is feeling something
Daniel is hiding
She's counting
16,15,14,13,12,11,10,9,8

The sun is leaving the scene
It took a look and turned away
The trees are trembling
Erika's repeating "oh, oh, oh"

There is no laughter in the garden

California, leaving California

No one but me is walking
Under palms that give no shade
I'm leaving you today

California

How cruel was I to think that
I could make you change?
Oh give me some shade
Oh England, come soon
How could I have believed
That i could live and breathe in you?

California killed me

I think it's time to leave
I told no one I'd stay
I think it's time to leave

Where? Where have you gone
Daniel, my youngest son?
I keep expecting you
To be here in your chair
Sitting in your favourite chair

When you swam into the water
I felt you leave through a thousand yawning miles
My heart slowed, my heart slowed
Never to pick up again

Pieces of my life are gone
Wahed away in the water that took my son

April, how could i not have seen
April, you coming
April, how could i have worn inappropriate clothing?
April, all that careful stepping rounding of my soul and now your rain

April, I feel you leaving
I don't know what silence means
It could mean anything

April, won't you answer me?
These days just seem to crush me

Hatching, collapsing, tumbling down
April, what if i drown

I don't know what silence means
It could mean anything, won't you answer me?

I dreamed, April, that I'm walking
That I'm watching, April, your rain, it overcomes me

I once knew a woman man
A courageous friend I thought
It turned out so wrong was I
When we were up against the wall

He had chicken liver balls
He had chicken liver spleen
He had chicken liver heart
Made of chicken liver parts

Liver little parts

Prematurely going bald
Any passion long gone cold
But I wanted to explore
The damp alleyways of his soul

All the times he tried to help
He spit in my face and laughed
That woman man
I want his fucking ass
I want his fucking ass
I want his fucking ass
I want your fucking ass

My friend, darting
He's looking likely
Crammed in a taxi
I see you all too clearly
Sucking on a little pea
Sucking on a little pea

My, my you little toy
He's just a mummy's boy
Where's your liver?
Where's your heart?
What's with all your woman parts?
Now it's my turn to laugh
Just stick it up your fucking ass
Just stick it up your fucking ass
Just stick it up your fucking ass
Just stick it up your fucking ass

I imagine a dream
In which I'm a soldier
And I'm walking
On the faces of dead women
And everyone I left behind me
It's the year when
The troops entered
The thirty ninth
The thirty ninth parallel

Send me home restless
Send me home damaged
And wanting

It's the year when
Some poet said
We must love
Or accept the consequences
I want you to share
Every pin prick of guilt
That I have felt
That I have felt

Send me home restless
Send me home damaged
Send me home dispossessed
Send me home damaged
And wanting

I
I will
I will not
I will not

No, I will not

How dare you, says the angel
He crashes down from the heights
Shakes the disbeliever
Shakes the disbelievers head
Shakes him harder
Instructing you well

Hear me, do you hear the law?
All that rubbish inside your rotting mind
I am your guardian, I am your fairy
Get out of my way or...

Such lovers, this is true love
This is true love that we are doing now
Even everywhere that I was before, all broken
Your face all mashed up

I will not
I will not
I will not

Let's talk
Let's talk

Let the dirt fall
Let heads roll

No kind hand
Is reaching out
For me tonight

I slept facing the wall
I dreamt of buildings in pieces
You slept facing the wall
And you wanted less than I wanted

Passionless, pointless
Where does the passion go?
I'm asking
There's no kindness in your hands
No reaching out
For me tonight

You slept facing the wall
And you wanted less than I wanted
I slept facing the wall
But when I met you how did you enter?
I don't remember
How did we ever?

How do we cope with the days after a death?
Empty days
Nothing left
Not even a funeral

I see shapes forming inside paintings
Animals and humans, row upon row
Walking towards something
Waiting fo something

I'm looking for an answer
Me and a million others
Disbelievers
Desserted lovers
Dear God, you'd better not let me down this time

Cracks in the canvas
Look like roads that never end