Love & Essex

by Catgut

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released 25 December 2010

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Track Name: Rabbit Fur Coat
Grey slush comes thick, fat, rush through the air.
She stands with cold, red hands in the square
and she totes her rabbit fur coat on her shoulders
and the breath I breathe leaves colder and thinner.

Who said true love will conquer all?
They did not fall so pitifully, I suspect.
She bites my lip and spits my soul.
Fourteen years old all over again.

Pray hush, my right palm crushes her hair.
She paints me – white, calm saint – with a blush
and we walk through Kew and talk about money
and the day we know her mother was coming.

Who said true love will set you free?
She licks my knees, bloody from falling.
I own the flesh upon my bones but
my will is hers only.
Track Name: Queen of The Dead
On the board they wrote your name,
your first bitter taste of fame.
With flying colours you
fucked anybody who
could give you away.
Their loathsome tastes combined
and in your mind each fuck
was just the same.

Every discipline fell mute,
every elbow-patch suede suit
was just another man
with just another plan
to get between
those skinny troubled legs.
“Oh, how they’d rescue me,
Queen of The Dead”.
Eyes like a caged animal,
cold and enraged,
“Difficult age”.
Take me away from you all.
Leave you to play with yourselves.

When I’m sixteen I will disappear (repeat and harmonise)
Track Name: Pressure
My base, my core
are mine, not yours. But, if you let
me, I’ll lie by your side. Into the tide,
my love, my guide.

My smell is on you.
Your smell is on me. Into the sea,
we curl under the swell. Cole fires of hell
beneath the bed.

Walt Disney fish drown in the shallows, their
lungs are boiled and their singing is deceased.
No such thing as cuteness in the oceans of love,
just pressure and pull, pressure and shove.

I hold your scruff,
rough seas are these. But, if you let
me, I’ll tether us both, ankles and throats,
all boats to shore.

No more by dawn.
These poor weak limbs. Carried on hymn
come horns over the mist. Rescued and kissed,
I’m born again.

Walt Disney fish drown in the shallows, their
lungs are boiled and their singing is deceased.
There's no such thing as cuteness in the oceans of love.
Just pressure and pull, pressure and shove.
Only pressure and pull, pressure and shove.
Track Name: Essex
We hit the motorway at midnight,
through tunnels, bright as amber, we follow
hollow iron and fiberglass and red lights,
sucking on our lives as if there is no tomorrow.

Oh, we could have gone south to meet the Thames mouth, we could have gone
to join the Navy, they take anybody,
we could have gone.

Silt lines are soaked upon the mud-flats,
rats eat the eggs of Oyster Catcher colonies,
oil leaves a rainbow on the tarmac,
see the stock-car racing track around the reservoir.

Oh, we could have gone south to meet the Thames mouth, we could have gone
to other counties, following the A1,
we could have gone.