Started something / Don’t know how to end
All the work could vanish overnight / Just pure relief
Coded everything / Learnt the tropes /
Passed unnoticed
Is there / a space / for it
On the inside looking in / My job, you sing
Fixed object meets flexible being
Constant fear, anxiety / Bend and break / Not for me
Not for me
Is there / a space / for it
Knew all along
After all these years the end would come
Never know the song
It makes no sense
And the words are wrong
It's fascinating to see how Shaw's vocal delivery has changed from this record to their proper debut. She plays a multitude of characters, with dialogue and all, and the poetry is much more vulgar here. Steven Moses