PJ Harvey - Seem an I (Official Audio)

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Жыл бұрын

‘Seem an I’ is taken from the new album ‘I Inside the Old Year Dying’, out now on Partisan Records: pjharvey.lnk.to/iinsidetheold...
Polly Jean Harvey - vocals, bass clarinet
John Parish - drums, vocals, electric guitar, Rhodes, trombone
Flood - synth
Cecil - field recordings
Produced by Flood & John Parish
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LYRICS:
Bedraggled angels blethered
across Eleven Acres
as belling from the bwoneyard
a-rangled round the archet
Her fingernails a-ripped
from hauling clay-filled fists
out of the river’s edges
for pots with happy voices
Conzum-ed with twanketen
that’s only eased by scratching
whisp-words slim as thistles
or a sickly chicken’s whistles
Seem an I a childhood
of quartere’il and wormwood
of not-friends running nowhere
of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
queer-lit by dummet zun
she knew herself a vessel
fit for a different wordle
where footsteps must be lwone
and barefoot upon stones
and the northwind’s ever-host
gives edges to the ghosts
Seem an I a childhood
of quartere’il and wormwood
of not-friends running nowhere
of vog a-veiling elsewhere
of mother’s voice not-calling
of corrugated iron
of devil’s birds and whiskey
of chilver hogs and fleecy
and nuts I could not reapy
and nuts I could not reapy
#pjharvey #seemani #iinsidetheoldyeardying

Пікірлер: 40

@alexanderclaylavin Жыл бұрын

Every PJ Harvey album is outstanding and original

@TheCourseArchitect Жыл бұрын

adding the "I inside The Old Year Dying" to my car playlist. I don't have a car.

@p.rueger6281 Жыл бұрын

The longer i listen the more it's going deeper...and the cover itself is moving and artsy

@fortheloveofwhimsy9913 Жыл бұрын

Love when you stare at the album art enough when you listen you realize it moves slightly, the shadow of the stick❤

@Sir_William_Marshal 5 ай бұрын

Guitar sounds so good in this one

@jabberwockyscovers4295 Жыл бұрын

yet another masterpiece by Polly Jean. i rest my case it cannot get better

@dreamabilityCB7 Жыл бұрын

The music Is an ocean scene and you sailed to me in that dreamy softness of rough cracks in human hearts. Thank you for this Polly and all the shared moments through this flux of our lives

Жыл бұрын

This one's FANTABULOUS!!!

@tylerwareham940 Жыл бұрын

From now on I’m calling sheep bedraggled angels 😊 love you Polly.

@davidellis5141 Жыл бұрын

This is smooth 👌

@beestonpoet 6 ай бұрын

Cool song .. Nice production

@sexycenturion7074 Жыл бұрын

Very shrill voice. I don't remember it being like this in past albums.

@lui1525 Жыл бұрын

Increible! No da mas esta mujer 💜

@delilahsi8753 Жыл бұрын

una diosa total

@BRUNOAZIZ Жыл бұрын

man this album....

@PrimitiveInTheExtreme Жыл бұрын

🎶 Bedraggled angels blethered across Eleven Acres as belling from the bwoneyard a-rangled round the archet Her fingernails a-ripped from hauling clay-filled fists out of the river’s edges for pots with happy voices Conzum-ed with twanketen that’s only eased by scratching whisp-words slim as thistles or a sickly chicken’s whistles Seem an I a childhood of quartere’il and wormwood of not-friends running nowhere of vog a-veiling elsewhere Till in the vaulted barn queer-lit by dummet zun she knew herself a vessel fit for a different wordle where footsteps must be lwone and barefoot upon stones and the northwind’s ever-host gives edges to the ghosts Seem an I a childhood of quartere’il and wormwood of not-friends running nowhere of vog a-veiling elsewhere of mother’s voice not-calling of corrugated iron of devil’s birds and whiskey of chilver hogs and fleecy and nuts I could not reapy and nuts I could not reapy 🎶

@lacrimis_solis 6 ай бұрын

❤

@PrimitiveInTheExtreme 6 ай бұрын

@@lacrimis_solis 🖤