Lyrics: Seem An I

Bedraggled angels blethered

Across Eleven Acres


As belling from the bwoneyard

Rangled round the archet


Her fingernails a-ripped

From hauling clay-filled fists


Out of the river's edges

For pots with happy voices


Conzum-ed with twanketen

Only eased by scratching


Whisp-words slim as thistles

Or sickly chicken whistles


Seem an I a childhood

Of quartere'il and wormwood


Of not-friends running nowhere

Of vog a-veiling elsewhere


Till in the vaulted barn

Queer-lit by dummet zun


She knew herself a vessel

Fit for a different wordle


Where footsteps must be lwone

And barefoot upon stones


The northwind's ever-host

Giving edges to the ghosts


Seem an I a childhood

Of quartere'il and wormwood


Of not-friends running nowhere

Of vog a-veiling elsewhere


Of mother's voice not-calling

Corrugated iron


Of devil's birds and whiskey

Of chilver hogs and fleecy


Nuts I could not reapy


And nuts I could not reapy