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Showing posts with label PJ Harvey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PJ Harvey. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

pj harvey, the river

The River, PJ Harvey

somehow... really not enough to share pain
when we cannot wash, be purified, release poison
and past — and meet again

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

PJ Harvey, The Orange Monkey





A restlessness took hold my brain
And questions I could not hold back
An orange monkey on a chain
On a bleak uneven track
Told me that to understand
You must travel back time
I took a plane to a foreign land
And said, I'll write down what I find
Beneath a mountain's jagged shelves
Cloaked with snow and shadows sheer
Plates tipped up upon themselves
The pain of fifty million years
And mules and goats were running wild
A happy chaos carried on
And old men and the young boys smiled
And worked until the day was gone
The packs of sandy-coloured dogs
Walked streets that looked like building sites
But piles of rocks and dust and smog
Could not block out a different light
When I returned I ran to meet
The monkey, but his face had changed
He stood before me on two feet
The track was now a motorway