Hocket from Banshee Blues by Gillian Stone

Oh, you big ol' thing
My stars
Your scars

And would she have wanted
This for you?
And what about the bairn
In your arms?

And now,
My solitude
In this cold and empty house
I'm wandering through

My fingers draw
On frozen walls
And all alone
I call out to you

But there's a storm in my throat
And I've got a mind of my own
And a fight
In my coat pocket
It was all for you
It's all for you

Oh, you silly goose
I know you better
Then you want me to

My fingers run
Down this icy corridor
And I know
Just what I'm fighting for

A deck of cards
That fell at your feet
Left you smoldering
Left you cowering

Left you hiding
In seven veils of bed sheets
You wrap around
Your fragile heart

But this storm in my throat
Gave you a mind of it's own
And good Lord, that was quite the hocket
But it was true
And that's the truth

There's no more brandy
In the pantry
And my heavens, I've got a mouth on me
And it's more
Than just my bone that's broken
And that's the truth
That's the truth
I call out to you,
You big ol' goof
And that's the truth
It was all for you

• Alternative
• ambient rock
• drone folk
• post-rock
• vocal
• Toronto