Hell-On - Neko Case

God is not a contract or a guy

God is an unspecified tide

You cannot time its tables

It sets no glass or gables

God is a lusty tire fire

Its bristles scrape and strike the stage

A rock-paper-scissors rage

Have mercy on the natural world

My voice is not the liquid waves

The perfect rings 'round a heron’s legs

My voice a straight garroting wire

A stolen mile of fingerprints

Peeled up quiet from their dunes

Captured and re-spooled as ruin

To be used at a different time

My voice is a fracture

Of a shinbone’s lust

Pounding barefoot ground

It lifts you up and sits you just

Just at sorrow’s waterline

I drape you on tomorrow’s plate

Ferrous, metal marrow spilling

Not yours but mine

I’m an agent of the natural world

Don’t you tell me I didn’t warn you

That that’s some gravity you ought not to play with

Don’t you tell me I didn’t warn you

That that’s some gravity you ought not to play with

Nothing quite so poison as a promise

Nothing quite so poison as a promise

Nothing quite so poison as a promise

Nothing quite so poison as a promise

And me, I am not a mess

I am a wilderness, yes

The undiscovered continent for you to undress

But you’ll not be my master

You’re barely my guest

You don’t have permission to take any pictures

Be careful of the natural world

Nature can’t amend its ways

Boils hell-on and then replays

Despite heartfelt springtimes of regret

The storm, she still cries for days

Have mercy on the natural world