Soulcatcher
by Headless Chickens
Jenny lay in the bluish heat
like a wasted dream
her face was wrong
The ancient clock
pushed time around
on the shelf
Mama stood with a leather frown
Papa felt like some hysterical clown
with a concrete pie
and shoes that were far too big
The doctor came with his bag of bones
The soulcatcher crouched on the windowsill
with a gramophone
the doctor scratched his head and
walked over to
Jenny sweating
incest
His hands froze as he
touched her, the birds
peered from their bamboo cage
at the soulcatcher
La lala lala la lala
Soulcatcher
La lala lala la lala
Soulcatcher
La lala lala la lala la
Mama coughed
and said:
"How can we make her stay,
when she talks in her sleep,
about leaving?"
Jenny looked through
poisoned eyes
as a sick tune played
on the gramophone
The doctor sighed and said:
"Jenny won't change anymore"
Papa fled to the kitchen light
Mama just spun in the crying jag
whispering
softly
to herself
The soulcatcher winked and ginned
The doctor put his clinical toys away
and rolled off
on a pushbike and
Jenny saw some Indians
that rode in circles over her
As the music got
faster and faster
she called out to her
soulcatcher
La lala lala la lala
Soulcatcher
La lala lala la lala
Soulcatcher
La lala lala la lala la
The birds flew round their cage
and broke their stupid wings
as the room
seemed to start
feeding
The soulcatcher took Jenny's soul away
and hung it up to dry
on a big plain tree
whispering
softly
to himself
He tapped his foot
and turned around
and disappeared down
through a hole in the ground
where nothing
means
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
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