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April 18 2013

08:20

A Bone Through Her Nose
Richard Thompson
Daring Adventures (1986)


Oh, the drones on the corner don’t look her in the eye when she comes out to play
And three times now at the Club Chi-Chi they’ve turned her away
Last week she was the belle of the ball but another week passes
It’s time to cast off crutches, scars and pebble glasses

She’s got everything a girl might need
She’s a tribal animal, yes indeed
But she hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
Hasn’t got a bone through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose
Hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose, oh

Oh she gets her suits from a personal friend, Coco the clown
She got a dustman’s jacket, inside out, it’s a party gown
If it’s bouffants, she’s got bouffants, if it’s tat she’s got tat
She got hoochie coochie Gucci (WOO!) and a pom-pom hat

She’s got everything a girl might need
She’s a tribal animal, yes indeed
But she hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose
No!

Well, her ma writes cookbooks, she wrote one once, and it sold one or two
Her pa’s in The City, he’s so witty, he calls it The Zoo
Her boyfriend plays in Scritti Politti, Aunt Sally’s Brown Bread
In a few more years she can marry some fool and knock it on the head

She’s got everything a girl might need
She’s a tribal animal, yes indeed
But she hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose, through her nose
She hasn’t got a bone through her nose
She hasn’t got a, Oh, she hasn’t got a,
Oh

March 27 2012

08:43
MerelyGifted
02:33
Wheely Down
Richard Thompson

She womanly lay like the lay of the land The land around Wheely Down And every curve was a high, high hill
To hang above the town
 From Holland they came to make the maps
And they had made her well For the rivers danced all across the green And the pinewood sweet did smell

As far as ever a man can see
It yields him more and more And every house he washes it white And he covers it all with straw
Except for the fool who makes his home
Upon the flooded ground And the still on the tide is a glass to the eyes
That stare out of Wheely Down

All things must change within the earth
The moving and the lame For the worms will rot the miller's wheel
And the rats will eat the grain And the armies of deliverance
Are run into the ground And the kestrel turns in the empty skies
On high over Wheely Down

From Henry the Human Fly
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