Video de Golden locks

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