Trigger Warnings all round. John Fowles' 'The Collector', gender-bent. Sort of. A lover's 'game' that sits right on the line between 'ok' and 'not ok'. At least you can nod your head to it
lyrics
Oh don't give it up,
That 'stalk' talk;
Yeah, you'll live it up
If you walk the walk.
Chloroform's poor form?
Ain't that a shame.
God forgive me,
Ain't got no game
Yes, it's a dirty word-
'Butterfly collector';
Here, nobody's heard
I'm a natural selecter.
Quick slog through the fog,
Through midnight rain-
God forgive me,
Ain't got no game
Everything I miss,
Crawling through the seasons,
Endless chrysalis,
Counting out my treasons-
I'd cry out, I'd shout,
Nobody came.
God forgive me,
Ain't got no game
No he's wriggling,
Begging on the back seat-
Can't help giggling!
Sack cloth, back street-
Hold tight, cabbage-white!
We're getting strange...
God forgive me,
Ain't got no game
M8
Scratches on the wall,
Straining on the leash, he's
Learning how to crawl
Through the will of the species.
All night, cries for light-
Moth into flame!
God forgive me,
Ain't got no game
credits
from Electric Ladywood,
released September 25, 2020
Dominic Hyde: songwriter, vocals, harmony, guitars, piano
Pete Hyde: slide guitar, guitars
Andy Wellings: bass guitar
Dan Hayward: drums
Michela Reghellin: additional vocals
Andy Gordon: additional guitar, engineering, mixing, mastering
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