Astronaut from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

ASTRONAUT

Lonely woman, wander the valley alone. Lonely woman, you wander the valley. Lonely woman you wander the valley full of stone. Lonely woman, I could have taken you home. Lonely woman, take your security, your back, your pocket, your watch, your phone, your possessions. Lonely woman, RIP. Lonely woman, are we all lonely? Lonely woman, you are my mother, you’re just like me. Lonely woman, sinking into the TV screen. Lonely woman, living alone with no one for company. Lonely mother, you are just like, just like me. Lonely sister, living on the south coast. You are opening your mail, wanting something to lift you up from your position. You’re lonely too, all three of us are lonely women. We find ourselves alone on Friday nights. Lonely, I’ll go to Sainsbury’s, the highlight. Lonely woman, watching a film on HBO. Lonely woman, women. I know lonely woman you’re watching a film and you’re feeling his body wrapped around you but he’s not there. Lonely, his absence the curled air around your back. Your bottom is bare where he would fill it in. And my mother, she’s reading a book, a crime novel. My sister, she’s in a bubble bath trying to while it all away. And I am sat here, thinking impossible thoughts. Ready, I would have been an astronaut.

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow