Laura Marling - Nouel | Текст песни

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• Laura Marling
• Nouel

She sings along to a sailor's song
in a dress that she made.
When she's gone, sing along
but it doesn't sound the same.

Oh Nouel, you sing so well.
Sing only for me.
Fickle and changeable,
the word may always be.

She speaks a word and it gently turns
to perfect metaphor.
She likes to say: \"I only play
when I know what I'm playing for\".

Oh Nouel, you know me well
and I didn't even show you the scar.
Fickle and changeable,
semper femina.

I pulled a thorn, from her tiny paw.
Her feet were unclean.
Fetch water, bless it twice
and hand the sponge to me.

I'd do well to serve Nouel,
whatever service I may be.
Fickle and changeable,
weighing down on me.

She would like to be the kind of free
a woman still can't be: alone.
How I wish that I could hit the switch
that keeps you from getting gone.

Oh Nouel, it must hurt like hell
when you're so afraid to die.
Semper femina,
so where am I?

She lays herself across the bed;
L'Origine du monde.
Slight of shoulder, long in leg
and her hair a faded blonde.

Oh Nouel, you sit so well,
a thousand artists' muse.
You will be anything you choose.
Fickle and changeable are you
and long may that continue.