Ms Austen’s screams come up from sulphurous cracks

Last night I found myself with someone who made me think
Some time a week ago another made me dream

Knifes to guts, listening and me and history

Some night you’ll meet a somebody who’ll make you money
Some time later a someone who’ll make you babies

Whatever it is you might be looking for
I hope you find it under your gaze on the floor

To make up for the way you’re so sure
It’s not worth making any effort for