Nothing Melodious - Dear Reader

I am the keys of a piano beat with his fingers

The drink he pours, the dog that he strokes

And the music I bleat is distinctly animal

Nothing melodious happens at all x2

Oh no

I’m as blunt as a wooden sword

When he comes to call

He folds himself in half like an ironing board

Are we broken?

Are we both in need of help?

Now the words are spoken

There’s a sign in my ears like the chime of a warning

What have you done?

You’ve gone and lain in the sun

Now your halo is glowing like the

Get to a doctor he will fix you up proper

The ideas that you’re sprouting

Are not things to be spouting at the likes of us

You’re making a fuss

I am the keys of a piano beat with his fingers

The shirt he folds, the fire he stokes

And the music I bleat is distinctly animal

Nothing melodious happens at all x2

Oh no

I’m as blunt as a wooden sword

When he comes to call

He folds himself in half like an ironing board

Are we broken?

Are we both in need of help?

Now the words are spoken

There’s a sign in my ears like the chant of a warning

What have you done?

You’ve gone and lain in the sun

Now your halo is glowing like the

Get to a doctor he will fix you up proper

The ideas that you’re spouting

Are not fit to be spouting at the likes of us

Oh no

I’m as blunt as a wooden sword

When he comes to call

He folds himself in half like an ironing board

Are we broken?

Are we both in need of help?

When he comes to call

Nothing melodious happens at all