You made a game of winding twine
around them so tight,
so you could keep a good score
But I’d set you free
I’d cut all them strings,
except one little one for me
And then I’d wind it tighter, tighter, tighter—
watch that piggy hit the floor!
I’m just trying to remind you
that my love is pure
I’d do it for you, love—
they wouldn’t call you that name anymore
You’re such a pretty little boy,
but your health is so poor
They started at your skin
They picked your bones clean
They stripped you down to your core
And now there’s none of you left
But I’d nurse you health
I’d stitch you up by myself
I’d tear off all the leeches
that make love to your veins
They’re obsequious, beseeching you
a spot on your brain
I’d suck your gutters dry, love—
they wouldn’t call you that name anymore
They’re out for your blood
I’m out for your love
They’re out for your guts
I’m out for your love
They’re out for your stuff
I’m out for your love
I’m out for your love, love
And they might want what’s inside your glove,
but I want your love
They might want to wipe down your gun,
but I want your love
They might want to give you a shove or two or three,
but I want your love
Give me your love, love
I’ll give you my love, love
Give me your love, love,
love, love, love, love
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023