PJ Harvey anticipa el Brexit

Iván de la Nuez


The West’s asleep. Let England shake,
weighted down with silent dead
I fear our blood won’t rise again

England’s dancing days are done
Another day, Bobby, for you to come home
& tell me indifference won

Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth.
Pack up your troubles, let’s head out
to the fountain of death
& splash about, swim back and forth
& laugh out loud

until the day is ending
& the birds are silent in the branches
& the insects are courting in the bushes
& by the shores of lovely lakes
heavy stones are falling



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