I am not a coal miner’s daughter
I’m not what passes for that kind of a poetic thing
More like a stolen timepiece
Given to an iron ore miner’s grandson
And then given away
I am not the missing line
In a mistranslated play
Like gasping fish on a paper clip hook
The little one that got away
I’ll never be counting my blessings here
I will never retrace these steps
How could I not want something different
When I am given so much less
I am not the apple in your lunch box
To be taken out when you need a prop for your William Tell
To stand and radiate
Like a good, brave iron ore miner’s grandson
These things never end up well
And if I am shot at fifty paces
I will not be rising from this tomb
Just to find myself riding on the tracks into the mine
Even if I see they have a little extra room
If you end up where you start at
Catch, release
Hold out that one note till the last measure
Even if you think you see me
Standing in boots, on a chair in the back row
I close my eyes to block out the sun
Till I can't see anyone
Sprightly, eccentric EP from a New Zealand-based post-punk outfit featuring members of Trust Punks, Cool Cult, and Long Distance. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2024