Damn - Aldous Harding

Can you make a space on the seat?

A box-like shape for a silly woman?

Damn, a

I thought I’d made a tambourine

When I am let, I resent

Only when I’m left do I know what I said

The old, it bickers with the fresh

When I’m standing with my brush in the emptiness

Sorry I was late and you didn’t get your weekend

Sorry I was late and you didn’t get your weekend

My mother said «Why must you drag all the hopes out of bed?»

I blame the seasons

We all have our reasons, I meant

Sorry I was late and you didn’t get your weekend

I did at one time attempt

In landing sleeves and a silly ribbon

There must be a reason, he said

I know the reason, he meant

Damn it, Hanny

When you jump up and down

The chains almost sound like a tambourine