Pj Harvey Autumn Term
At The Golden Fleece
I must ascend
Three steps to hell
The school bus
Heaves back up the hill
And turns to OVERWHELEM
Look behind yourself
Red eyed 'gainst
The wilder-mist
Last week the aish
Gifted their keys
Yet none will bring me freedom
The woody nightshade
Drooped her beads
An' bade, Come feed on theosom
The sloey spears
On Witches Mead
Cussed, Come and lean on theosom!
At the drŠµad gates
I vom Lamlac and sheep nuts
On Miss Goater's brogues
