Patch up the scars with some cardboard and karma

Try not to need her, I’m not a believer
A look in your eye makes me satisfied
Stare at this head, lies asleep on my shoulder
Opens her eyes as I start to cry

A larger part, the need to be burnt
Justify this excellent girl
One dozen wicked words to find
I know we’ll start again sometimes

Peace with my stomach, the sky is inside her
Open the window to let her breathe
Patch up the scars with some cardboard and karma
Trust this is far beyond what I need

Turn around to eat for I will
Blind myself to joyfully kill
One dozen wicked words to find
I know we’ll start again sometimes

I’m starting to fall
This is starting to break me down

Turn around to eat for I will
Blind myself to joyfully thrill
These dozen wicked words to find
I know we’ll start again

A larger part, the need to be burnt
Justify this excellent girl
One dozen wicked words to find
I know we’ll start again sometime
One dozen wicked words to find
I know we’ll start again sometime

Dozen Wicked Words, Longpigs, The Sun Is Often Out – 1996

This song has appeared on pretty much every mix tape and iTunes play list I have created. It’s just an awesome song. Up until this day – almost 20 years (!) I have not been able to find or work out all of the lyrics or indeed their meaning. I just know that I love the guitar/bass riffs – they send me off to a place that I find hard to get back from.

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