She came. Bursting out of Dorset. To make records you'd forego a pint for.
Her confidence is just astonishing. Was anyone ever so confident? Yet, it is only when we are young that we produce such astonishment. Even Polly Jean is not so sure-footed, now. She is more complicated, less direct, and harder to understand. I like her more, less-understood. But I love her no less, then.
Working for the Man
In the night I look for love
Get my strength from the man above
God of piston, god of steel
God is here behind the wheel
I'm just working for the man
Pretty things get in my car
Take them flying, it's not far
Take in handsome, take in me
Look good in my Steel Machine
I'm just working for The Man
Don't you know yet who I am
Working harder for the man
Go around I'm doing good
Get my strength from the Man Above
I'm just working for the man
I'm just doing what I can
Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good
PJ Harvey, Working for the Man, To Bring You My Love, 1995.
Goodnight
Here I am
Prairieland
I got it all, got
Gun in hand
I see
Dungarees
They're all my husband
They're on me
We have the stars
We have the trees
We have everything
We need to feed
I'll make babes
You'll make chairs
We'll sell them at
The county fair
We'll walk on
We'll walk tall
We'll walk tall
We dance once a week
The union hall
We have the stars
We have the trees
We have everything
We need to feed
Here I am
Prairieland
I got it all, got
Gun in hand
I'll sweep the porch
I dust his room
We swing together
On our chair at noon
We have the stars
We have the trees
On our chair at noon
We have the stars
We have the trees
We have everything
We need to feed
Goodnight, Irene
Goodnight, Irene
I'll see you
In my dreams
PJ Harvey, Goodnight, To Bring You My Love, 1995.
