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The new single from @modernwoman5633 Out now on End of the Road Records Stream/Download here - Social links Instagram - Facebook - Produced and mixed by Oli Barton-Wood Mastered by Jason Mitchell Written by Sophie Harris With additional arrangements by Adam Blackhurst, Juan Brint-Gutierrez and David Denyer Lyrics Kevin lived up near that red suburban Subaru that had broken down. His mother made him come round with homemade German food for mine. That’s how it began. Summer was spread out, thick with possibilities. So when his father was busy We’d lie near the open window While Julie played piano in C. He was everything. I thought he was the North’s answer to Christ. He wanted to be mascotted on teatowels, tattooed on bodies, face in pixels. The dead Englishmen, we know their names He’d say what he wanted to be Whereas I wanted to lie a floor above them While Julie played piano in C. Father blocked out the sun, So the plants were always wilted, and the curtains hung rank and sad, no touch! And outside tarmac would gape open like thousands of tiny mouths Even they got to taste Kevin’s flashing gaps of skin. And I was scared, That his father would come in That his father would come in That his father would come in We used to write dirty words on paper stolen from his father’s office. I would scrunch them up, put them in a plant pot or an empty tree branch socket. I thought one day the police might come down for that red Subaru What if they find them /and arrest me / take me but never you?’ They’d never take him Little pebbles tied with string Locks of hair, fingernails Forgotten cocoons in tupperwares, Gossamer rings. This was a household of men if that’s what you call one of a shy woman though everything was made pale pink baby shoes, linen, the inside of his cheek Fathers voice gave grief to strangers Fathers voice made mothers grieve Fathers voice made little lines round his wife’s eyes with his words tell her to stop Tell her to stop Tell to stop Tell her to stop That his father would come in He’d go around, tell her to stop when Julie next-door would play He’d close all the doors and the windows say about a spoiled Sunday So we’d sneak upstairs all quiet whenever She played Abide with Me, We’d go upstairs when the walls began to be flayed by her piano in C. Which of us left the other Undressed, animal-free I don’t remember a particular Split His father kept talking And talked into his head Said men should only be gentle when they’re in their women’s beds Ah Glass bottles on a road A fight down at a disco Blood leaking from a trainer A smashed Subaru window But in my mind, sometimes meet near the open window his father is out (his mother finally left him) While Julie plays Abide with Me While Julie plays piano in C.
