it’s my neck around which you hang

This song – especially this particular version – crawls somewhere deep inside me and blooms. Like those weird lung-flowers Vian was writing about.

I, I blame you, I blame you
For all of those things I’ve been through
Don’t feel bad, not a pang
It’s my neck around which you hang
Like a chain or a tag
I flinch and you fall through the cracks
To the sea and all it bears
The secrets that I should’ve shared
Drowned then and there

(Albatross by Wild Beasts)

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