Jenny Hval - Golden Locks lyrics
[Jenny Hval - Golden Locks lyrics]
Golden locks dripping, melting out of me
Golden showers, showers
The waste products of the body
The waste products of the body:
Hair and fingernails
We sit in a worn tea room, drinking worn tea
Tea with lemon chipped China, chipped China
"Honey, you just need to get laid, " he says
"Your eyes look dull
And the hair lifeless and torn"
And my heart breaks, my heart breaks
And my mouth breaks and opens like a clam
Opens like a clam
I say nothing, but this is the
Day when pearls start shimming
Pearls start growing
Underneath my fingernails
Like under ice frozen
I can almost hear something and in the night
My hair slowly melts to piss: slowly
Lock by lock a golden shower
My body remembers: in a distant memory
I have hair all the way down to the ground
Probably because I’m lying on
The bathroom floor
But, I imagine it is fastened there
To the floorboards
And I think to myself: "This
Is where I come from"
I think to myself: "This is
Where I come from"
The floor is old wooden, old, worn
And the walls creaking in the wind
Let’s steer this ship home
Let’s steer this ship home
Golden showers, showers
On a sea, on a sea of golden showers
Golden showers, showers
The waste products of the body
The waste products of the body:
Hair and fingernails
We sit in a worn tea room, drinking worn tea
Tea with lemon chipped China, chipped China
"Honey, you just need to get laid, " he says
"Your eyes look dull
And the hair lifeless and torn"
And my heart breaks, my heart breaks
And my mouth breaks and opens like a clam
Opens like a clam
I say nothing, but this is the
Day when pearls start shimming
Pearls start growing
Underneath my fingernails
Like under ice frozen
I can almost hear something and in the night
My hair slowly melts to piss: slowly
Lock by lock a golden shower
My body remembers: in a distant memory
I have hair all the way down to the ground
Probably because I’m lying on
The bathroom floor
But, I imagine it is fastened there
To the floorboards
And I think to myself: "This
Is where I come from"
I think to myself: "This is
Where I come from"
The floor is old wooden, old, worn
And the walls creaking in the wind
Let’s steer this ship home
Let’s steer this ship home
Golden showers, showers
On a sea, on a sea of golden showers