Barnacles from BRIGHT by Marsella Duncan

You’re a sea bird born from a shell
Not from an egg, like those other birds tell
You’re a syllable, a word, a phrase
A paragraph and a page
You’re my darling, Jim
I’m your Naughty Nora
You’re my darling, Jim
And I’m your Naughty Nora
You’re a throwaway horse
You’re my fourth divorce
You iron your wrinkled face
But I still know your age

Barnacles, tentacles, squidly ink
Penetrate my every pore
Fever-fit, culprit, ship will sink
I’m your sweet little whore
I wanna breathe your last breath
I wanna bottle it up tight
I wanna catch your wind
And right it into the night

You’re my darling, Jim
I’m your Naughty Nora
You’re my darling, Jim
And I’m your Naughty Nora
Basta, basta, per dio…

• Avant Folk
• Experimental
• Orch pop
• avant-folk
• cabaret
• math rock
• Brampton