Darker fish cleave creamy seas,
and all I’m left with is a breeze
It doesn’t even reach my knees
There’s too much in this world for free
They’re always inventing newer, tighter, cleaner skin,
but all I’ve got is the one I’m in:
rained on, stained, and paper-thin
And who knows where I could have been
And the most beautiful couple is dancing the tin-can tango
Oh signore, ponimi su quel di notte traghetto a napoli
Because there’s no place I’d rather be,
than in that salty puddle called a sea,
with a crazy little wife—
a pretty little knife—
that would be something like a life for me
These sidewalk queens and khaki schemes
fill the lining of a vagrant’s dream
Stitch-by-stitch, rip out the seams
and blow it up with bay barge steam
And eventually we will be at home in that den of thieves
e le spiagge nere di sorrento non sono lontane da napoli
So put your faith in happenstance
and join me for this dance
We will be a trinity of two
my bones belong to you
my bones belong to you
mie ossa appartengono a tu
My crazy little wife,
you cut me like a knife,
gave me a glimpse of my
something-like-a-life to be
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
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