Sandgate
Making up my own language,
Picking up shells,
Slipping on the seaweed,
Forgetting my own hell,
Private, maybe healing,
Brown just like a babe,
Lonely, lonely, lonely,
Then you tear at all the plans I made.
It was you who took my seagulls and my sister stole the sea,
You ripped away the magic,
When this was just for me,
All the seashells I collected,
I'll just leave them here,
Only want to write and sing but you just come too near.
A pebble-waves wash over me-hard just like a stone,
Yet you move in and bruise me,
Until the sky's my home,
My cat's fur smells of salt and I hear the sea at night,
You're clumsy with my feelings,
You don't treat me right.
I know it's not the South of France,
Just a house by the sea,
You say that you don't like it,
I have kept the key,
I was proud just to make it here,
You all didn't understand,
Junkies' fingers gnarlat me,
There isn't any sand.
How could I explain that there's a writer on the hill?
Neptune rises from the sea,
I'm a pirate on a pill,
I watched the ocean everyday so soothing to my mind,
And you stole it all from me,
So violent, so unkind.
The hand that let me in is now raised to my face,
Older and abusive all my dignity erased,
No I will not sleep with you and I'll kick down your door,
You push on me and take the piss until I can take no more.
I'm not afraid of spiders but I'm afraid of men,
It's your ego and your talent to make me feel small again,
I'm in love with felines and my talons are for you,
Trick me or dismiss me: my revenge is true.