Lyrics Florence Nightingale - Henry Jamison

Florence Nightingale - Henry Jamison
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Florence Nightingale, artist - Henry Jamison. Album song Gloria Duplex, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Record label: Akira
Song language: English

Florence Nightingale

Well, I went in for some medicine
Feelin' like a wounded soldier, deathly pale and a woman did come to my bedside
A regular Florence Nightingale
But my girlfriend just wasn’t having the comparison
So I back-pedaled, said «okay then, how bout Mary Magdalene?»
Anyway, I was reminded of a dream I had as my confidence came and went
Where all the girls from the 90's
Were singing «Just Around the Riverbend"all along the banks of the Arkansas
And I paddled through in a dugout canoe
I was a John Smith cartoon, with a strong jaw
Listen I’m white, middle-class and male and the dream does tell a tale
Of Whiteness dreaming of Whiteness
With a want for wisdom that might tip the scale cuz my friend and I felt an
affinity
With the tribes in the documentary
That plays on a loop in the backmost wing of the Museum of Natural History
But my imperialist didn’t suddenly die he just loosened his tie and took a knee
and Disneyland never made a man
That’s all just false idolatry that’s all just false I-
Florence Nightingale
Comes in with a lamp, they say
On stormy nights when the wound’s remembering
Talks to me about that photograph
Me and my brother on the sidewalk
Holding squirt guns and squinting in the sun,
That was the summer I was nine
Well it’s a sunny day
At Sugar Sugar High School
And the quarterback and track star are cuttin' class and shootin' pool well
this is not to say that they should be in class
Still why they have to be such assholes?
It’s as if we men just want to be
Picked up sequentially
And held to the breast of a giantess who stands ten miles out at sea
Or, alternatively, we could find success
You know really be the best then maybe we could rest upon our father’s knee
Florence Nightingale
Comes in with a lamp, they say
On stormy nights when the wound’s remembering
Talks to me about that photograph
Me and my brother on the sidewalk
Holding squirt guns and squinting in the sun, that was the summer I was nine
Mary Magdalene
Was at Golgotha, they say
She saw the water separate from the blood and I look at that painting
Of him hanging so peacefully with Mary by his bleeding side that was the summer
he was 33

Share lyrics:

Write what you think about the lyrics!

Other songs of the artist:

NameYear
Real Peach 2017
Through a Glass 2017
Ether Garden 2019
The Rains 2017
Gloria 2019
Boys 2019
If You Could Read My Mind 2017
The Wilds 2017
Black Mountain 2017
Sunlit Juice 2017
The Jacket 2017
American Babes 2019
Bright and Future 2017
The Last Time I Saw Adrianne 2017
Varsity 2017
No One Told Me 2017
Dallas Love Field 2017
Stars 2019
The Magic Lantern 2019
True North 2019

Artist lyrics: Henry Jamison