As childhood died the old year
Made The Soldier reappear
The ash embowered night and day
As at the gate, she prayed
Wyman, am I worthy?
Speak your wordle to me
And drisk shrouded in its cloak
Holway, river, brook and oak
All souls under Orlam's reign
Made passage for the born again
So look behind, look before
Life knocking at death's door
And teake to your dark-haired Lord
Forever bleeding with The Word
So look before, look behind
Life and death all intertwined
And teake to your dark-haired Lord
Forever bleeding with The Word
PJ Harvey - I Inside the Old Year Dying Album Lyrics
PJ Harvey - I Inside the Old Year Dying Lyrics
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Autumn Term
Ash trees, gave the keys
Yet none will set me free
Woody nightshade, drooped her beads
An' bade, come feed on these
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah, ha-ah
I ascend, three steps to hell
The school bus heaves up the hill
The sloey spears on Witches Mead
Cussed, cussed, come lean on these
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha
Yet none will set me free
Woody nightshade, drooped her beads
An' bade, come feed on these
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah, ha-ah
I ascend, three steps to hell
The school bus heaves up the hill
The sloey spears on Witches Mead
Cussed, cussed, come lean on these
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lwonesome Tonight
Hark the greening of the earth
Curled ferns yet to uncurl
Hark the zingen of the birds
Gurrel yearns yet to ungurrel
Beech and aller, woak and birch
Biddle, bull-head, squirrel's drey
Willow, aspen, elder, larch
Soldier-King on Maundy day
In er satchel, Pepsi fizz
Peanut-and-banana sandwiches
For this man her shepherd is
Parts her bready, her bready lips
Are you Elvis? Are you God?
Jesus sent to win my trust?
"Love Me Tender," are his words
As I've loved you, so you must
Thrice she draws her lips to kiss
Mouthing for his mouth in vain
Thrice her lonesome kisses miss
"My love, will you come back again?"
Curled ferns yet to uncurl
Hark the zingen of the birds
Gurrel yearns yet to ungurrel
Beech and aller, woak and birch
Biddle, bull-head, squirrel's drey
Willow, aspen, elder, larch
Soldier-King on Maundy day
In er satchel, Pepsi fizz
Peanut-and-banana sandwiches
For this man her shepherd is
Parts her bready, her bready lips
Are you Elvis? Are you God?
Jesus sent to win my trust?
"Love Me Tender," are his words
As I've loved you, so you must
Thrice she draws her lips to kiss
Mouthing for his mouth in vain
Thrice her lonesome kisses miss
"My love, will you come back again?"
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Seem an I
Bedraggled angels blethered
Across Eleven Acres
As belling from the boneyard
Rangled 'round the orchard
Her fingernails a-ripped
From hauling clay-filled fists
Out of the river's edges
For pots with happy voices
Consumed with twanketen
Only eased by scratching
Wisp-words slim as thistles
Or sickly chicken whistles
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
Queer-lit by dummet zun
She knew herself a vessel
Fit for a different wordle
Where footsteps must be lone
And barefoot upon stones
The northwind's ever-host
Giving edges to the ghosts
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Of mother's voice not calling
Of corrugated iron
Of devil's birds and whiskey
Of chilver hogs and fleecy
And nuts I could not reapy
And nuts I could not reapy
Across Eleven Acres
As belling from the boneyard
Rangled 'round the orchard
Her fingernails a-ripped
From hauling clay-filled fists
Out of the river's edges
For pots with happy voices
Consumed with twanketen
Only eased by scratching
Wisp-words slim as thistles
Or sickly chicken whistles
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
Queer-lit by dummet zun
She knew herself a vessel
Fit for a different wordle
Where footsteps must be lone
And barefoot upon stones
The northwind's ever-host
Giving edges to the ghosts
Seem an I a childhood
Of quartere'il and wormwood
Of not-friends running nowhere
Of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Of mother's voice not calling
Of corrugated iron
Of devil's birds and whiskey
Of chilver hogs and fleecy
And nuts I could not reapy
And nuts I could not reapy
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Nether-edge
March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try
Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die
March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try
Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die
Buds a-break and milchi seeps
Heady in the meadows
Chalky children on the steep
Baskets full of shadows
Gapmouth spins a rattle song
The air's an upturned ocean
Swift's an axe hurled in the gloam
Splits the Riddle open
Now it looks, it almost zounds
Wordle zircles wider
With the silence upside down
Horse atop the rider
Quaterevil takes a wife
Chilver meets her maker
As the grindstone turns the knife
O'er Eleven Acres
Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden
Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden
So some must watch, while some must sleep
So runs the wordle's way
A not-girl zwealed at the stake
A-births the end of May
Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die
March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try
Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die
Buds a-break and milchi seeps
Heady in the meadows
Chalky children on the steep
Baskets full of shadows
Gapmouth spins a rattle song
The air's an upturned ocean
Swift's an axe hurled in the gloam
Splits the Riddle open
Now it looks, it almost zounds
Wordle zircles wider
With the silence upside down
Horse atop the rider
Quaterevil takes a wife
Chilver meets her maker
As the grindstone turns the knife
O'er Eleven Acres
Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden
Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden
So some must watch, while some must sleep
So runs the wordle's way
A not-girl zwealed at the stake
A-births the end of May
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Inside the Old Year Dying
Zun's a feeble lamp
O'er leery land
Stares a' chat in code
Lark a meagre note
Drush repeats 'enself
Over Underwhelem
Croopied in the reames
Shepherd gurrel weaves
O'er leery land
Stares a' chat in code
Lark a meagre note
Drush repeats 'enself
Over Underwhelem
Croopied in the reames
Shepherd gurrel weaves
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
All Souls
A carnival, a flesh farewell
Hiessens rising from the, from the dead
"Wyman-Elvis," calls our gurrel
And counts the ash to where, to where he bled
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
At the first, a crimson mist
At the second, sleeplessness
At the third, a broken tryst
At the fourth, a lwonesomeness
Gawly, the sweethearts leaves
The soldier's tears
The Riddle river grieves
Wyman-Elvis disappears
Only in a scrid of flesh
Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern
Only by her own gooseflesh
Knows she somewhen he'll return
Hiessens rising from the, from the dead
"Wyman-Elvis," calls our gurrel
And counts the ash to where, to where he bled
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
At the first, a crimson mist
At the second, sleeplessness
At the third, a broken tryst
At the fourth, a lwonesomeness
Gawly, the sweethearts leaves
The soldier's tears
The Riddle river grieves
Wyman-Elvis disappears
Only in a scrid of flesh
Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern
Only by her own gooseflesh
Knows she somewhen he'll return
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
A Childs Question August
Starling swarms will soon be lorn
Rooks tell stories 'cross the corn
Goocoo soon will 'es leave make
Swifts abandon autumn's ache
What says dunnick, drush or dove?
"Love Me Tender"? Tender love?
Hear the grinding wheel-bird grieve
Grief unknits my ravelled sleeve
Death of zummer, death of play
Waxing night and dwindling day
Help me dunnick, drush and dove
"Love Me Tender", tender love
Help me dunnick, drush and dove
"Love Me Tender", tender love
Help me dunnick, drush and dove
"Love Me Tender", tender love
Rooks tell stories 'cross the corn
Goocoo soon will 'es leave make
Swifts abandon autumn's ache
What says dunnick, drush or dove?
"Love Me Tender"? Tender love?
Hear the grinding wheel-bird grieve
Grief unknits my ravelled sleeve
Death of zummer, death of play
Waxing night and dwindling day
Help me dunnick, drush and dove
"Love Me Tender", tender love
Help me dunnick, drush and dove
"Love Me Tender", tender love
Help me dunnick, drush and dove
"Love Me Tender", tender love
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Inside the Old I Dying
The beech buds wait, the aish buds wait
The frogs and twoads in lagwood holes
Hedgehogs in their leafy ditch
All waiting for His kingdom
The eth waits, the dead brakes
That host the holly's bloody beads
They are His crown of thorns
He will rise again
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Slip from my childhood skin
I zing, I'm zinging through the forest
I hover in the holway
Laugh into the leaves
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
I laugh in leaves and merge to meesh
Just a charm in the woak
With the chalky children
Of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The frogs and twoads in lagwood holes
Hedgehogs in their leafy ditch
All waiting for His kingdom
The eth waits, the dead brakes
That host the holly's bloody beads
They are His crown of thorns
He will rise again
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Slip from my childhood skin
I zing, I'm zinging through the forest
I hover in the holway
Laugh into the leaves
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
Oh Wyman, Oh Wyman
Unray I
Unray I for en
I laugh in leaves and merge to meesh
Just a charm in the woak
With the chalky children
Of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
The chalky children of evermore
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
August
Tree-tears vall
Wordle-wide
All of us
Cross o'er t'other side
'Vore I leave
Someone please
Love me tender
Beneath the trees
Love me tender
Love me sweet
All memories will fade
Lorn of leaf
Twiddicks sigh
Child and season mortify
Wordle-wide
All of us
Cross o'er t'other side
'Vore I leave
Someone please
Love me tender
Beneath the trees
Love me tender
Love me sweet
All memories will fade
Lorn of leaf
Twiddicks sigh
Child and season mortify
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
A Childs Question July
Hail the hedge as it grows
Ask the hedge all it knows
Hail the hedge as it grows
Ask the hedge all it knows
Tell me who has licked the twoad?
What is hidden 'neath the road?
Tell me quick as I was born
Whivering like a downy horn
Hail the hedge as it grows
Ask the hedge all it knows
Hail the hedge as it grows
Ask the hedge all it knows
Who's inneath The Ooser-Rod?
Horny devil? Goaty God?
What is God in ethly guise?
One or mampus giant eyes?
One or mampus giant eyes?
Will the sweven's golden keys
Hanging in the aishy trees
Open gawly geates to death
Who hoards 'es answers in the eth?
Who hoards 'es answers
Ask the hedge all it knows
Hail the hedge as it grows
Ask the hedge all it knows
Tell me who has licked the twoad?
What is hidden 'neath the road?
Tell me quick as I was born
Whivering like a downy horn
Hail the hedge as it grows
Ask the hedge all it knows
Hail the hedge as it grows
Ask the hedge all it knows
Who's inneath The Ooser-Rod?
Horny devil? Goaty God?
What is God in ethly guise?
One or mampus giant eyes?
One or mampus giant eyes?
Will the sweven's golden keys
Hanging in the aishy trees
Open gawly geates to death
Who hoards 'es answers in the eth?
Who hoards 'es answers
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
A Noiseless Noise
Absence
Absence
Absence
Cold moon comes down curdling
Curdling
Through reddenin' leaves that
Are falling
Falling, falling, reddenin'
Know you every tear in these woods
Know you every place of good and not good
Sleep and wake and bellyache
Each path unhealed and stumpied
Charkened embers, the end of summer
Reeve the river's tongue of silver
Come away, love
Come away, love
Come away, love, and leave your wandering
Just a noiseless noise
Just a gawly girl
Just a bogus boy
Trape the fields of feasen
To a chammer of not-sleeping
Go home now, love
Go home now, love, leave your wandering
Absence
Absence
Cold moon comes down curdling
Curdling
Through reddenin' leaves that
Are falling
Falling, falling, reddenin'
Know you every tear in these woods
Know you every place of good and not good
Sleep and wake and bellyache
Each path unhealed and stumpied
Charkened embers, the end of summer
Reeve the river's tongue of silver
Come away, love
Come away, love
Come away, love, and leave your wandering
Just a noiseless noise
Just a gawly girl
Just a bogus boy
Trape the fields of feasen
To a chammer of not-sleeping
Go home now, love
Go home now, love, leave your wandering
Writer: Polly Jean Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Inside the Old Year Dying is the tenth studio album by the English singer-songwriter and musician PJ Harvey, released on 7 July 2023 through Partisan Records. It is her first album of new material since The Hope Six Demolition Project (2016).
This is Harvey's first album on an independent label since Dry on Too Pure in 1992; Harvey had been signed with Island Records (Universal Music Group) for 30 years. The album was produced by Flood and John Parish, with additional production done by Rob Kirwan. The lead single, "A Child's Question, August", was released on 26 April 2023. Upon release, the album was met with widespread critical acclaim, and debuted at number 5 on the UK Albums Chart.
The album has been nominated as the Best Alternative Music Album at the 66th Annual Grammy Awards.
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PJ HarveyThis is Harvey's first album on an independent label since Dry on Too Pure in 1992; Harvey had been signed with Island Records (Universal Music Group) for 30 years. The album was produced by Flood and John Parish, with additional production done by Rob Kirwan. The lead single, "A Child's Question, August", was released on 26 April 2023. Upon release, the album was met with widespread critical acclaim, and debuted at number 5 on the UK Albums Chart.
The album has been nominated as the Best Alternative Music Album at the 66th Annual Grammy Awards.
Genre(s): Post-punk, neofolk, folk rock
Producer(s): Flood, John Parish, Rob Kirwan
Length: 39:32
Released: July 7th, 2023
Year: 2023