"Letter In Icelandic From The Ninette San" lyrics


"Letter In Icelandic From The Ninette San"

You'll recall from the sagas, I hope, Grettir's last stand at Drangey,
how his grip on the sword made his enemies cut off his hand?
If he'd fled here instead and had tasted this terrible coffee,
or read these letters you send, he'd surrender and lay the blade down.
And it's Halloween. Skinny ghosts dress like cowboys and rest
at the railing by my door, on their way from the children's ward.

Bev Monroe and his Pembina Valley Boys play at the party,
and I'll practice my English on nurses, "Oh that's a nice name,"
and they may ask for mine but the burns on my back from the x-rays
say I shouldn't show anyone anything ever again.
In another year I'll be buried, or shivering here,
coughing at that grey spitoon painted orange by the harvest moon.

Pack up Mother's clothes, drive her down to the new Betel Home,
sell the boat to Arnason, and then go.
Stand up straight in the place you're longing for,
and don't write to me anymore.

Thanks to pedro for these lyrics

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