He carries his pain in a old wooden frame
He sits in a bar where the old men play cards
For money, for kicks, for double or for quits
Under a scene by Jacques-Louis David
But republican intent, rarely pays the rent
So he returns to his place and he has a little taste
He looks for Helena, he kneels down before her
He clutches at her dress, puts his head upon her breast
And says "Home is a grave, always the same. Throw dirt on me"
She fixes him a drink, smiling she thinks
Of the time when his smile was the sun
And the words when they came were the same lines of truth
The laser of proof that shot through his eyes and burned his insides.
Helena says "Life is only lonely if you want it to be"
Summer, come back.
For me this is both a beautiful song on a literal level and an allegory for living the socialist life - 'you wish all the wrong things in the world could be right'... 'If we collect all the strays and make them feel safe, there'll be some more out there to keep us awake.' Chris Clark
Welsh art-rock group HMS Morris make music full of plot twists; explosive, colorful rhythms can turn into shadowy introspection on a dime. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020