Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Becoming a Nun, artist - Vanessa Daou. Album song Zipless, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 30.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Daou
Song language: English
Becoming a Nun |
On cold days |
It is easy to be reasonable |
To button the mouth against kisses |
Dust the breasts |
With talcum powder |
& forget |
The red pulp meat |
Of the heart |
On those days |
It beats |
Like a digital clock- |
Not a beat at all |
But a steady whirring |
Chilly as green neon |
Luminous as numerals in the dark |
Cool as electricity |
& I think: |
I can live without it all- |
Love with its blood pump |
Sex with its messy hungers |
Men with their peacock strutting |
Their silly sexual baggage |
Their wet tongues in my ear |
& their words like little sugar suckers |
With sour centers |
On such days |
I am zipped in my body suit |
I am wearing seven league red suede boots |
I am marching over the cobblestones |
As if they were the heads of men |
& I am happy |
As a seven-year-old virgin |
Holding Daddy’s hand |
Don’t touch |
Don’t try to tempt me with your ripe persimmons |
Don’t threaten me with your volcano |
The sky is clearer when I’m not in heat |
& the poems |
Are colder |