PJ Harvey & John Parish - The Soldier

I imagine a dream in which I'm a soldier
And I'm walking on the faces
Of dead women and everyone I've
Left behind me it's the year when
The troops entered the thirty-ninth
Thirty-ninth parallel

Send me home restless send me home damaged
And wanting

It's the year when some poet said
"We must live, or accept the consequences"
I want you to share every pinprick of guilt
That I have felt that I have felt

Send me home restless send me home damaged
Some me home dispossessed
Send me home damaged and wanting
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PJ Harvey & John Parish - A Woman A Man Walked By / The Crow Knows Where All The Little Children Go

I once knew a woman/man
A courageous friend I thought
Turned out so wrong was I
when we were up against the wall

He had chicken-livered balls
He had chicken-livered spleen
He had chicken-livered heart
Made of chicken-livered parts
Lily-livered little parts

Prematurely going bald
Any passion long gone cold
But I wanted to explore
the damp alleyways of his soul

All the times I tried to help
he’d spit in my face and laugh
that woman/man –
I want his fucking ass
I want your fucking ass!

Hermaphrodite
he’s looking lik-e
Crammed in a taxi
I see you too clearly
I’m sucking on a little pee!
My, my your little toy!
He’s just a Mummy’s boy!
Where’s your liver, where’s your heart?
And what’s with all your woman parts?!

Now it’s my turn to laugh!
You can stick it up your fucking ass!

PJ Harvey & John Parish - Cracks In The Canvas

How do we cope
With the days after a death
Empty days
Nothing left
Not even a funeral
I see shapes forming inside paintings
Animals and humans feet on road
Walking towards something
Waiting for something

I'm looking for an answe
Me and a million others
disbelievers, deserted lovers
Dear god you better not let me down this time

Cracks in the canvas
Look like roads that never end
Honey
Go to sleep
You have no one to wait for
And now, here's another voice

Outside the window
The voices of ten thousand angels
Tten thousand lives that lived before>

PJ Harvey & John Parish - Sixteen, Fifteen, Fourteen

Erika is watching
Daniel is hiding
Erika is counting,

16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9
Erika is coming

The sun is setting the scene
In the garden it’s starting to rain
The trees are trembling

Erika’s repeating
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Erika is feeling something
Daniel is hiding
She’s counting,

16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4

The sun is leaving the scene
It took a look and turned away
The trees are trembling

Erika’s repeating,
Oh, oh, oh, oh

There is no laughter in the garden