Looking Up from Harriet Bradshaw by Harriet Bradshaw

Looking Up

Late in the night, I’ve got nowhere to hide when the morning comes,
Sights seem to circle my mind just when I should be bed-blind,
Thoughts of those Autumn clothes you’ll be donning on a Monday soon.
The day you were born I was out on the run in a patch of sun,
Young men were fighting with swords, dressed like knights on the lawn.

Yes! I’m starting to see all the things that I missed,
When I was listless and loveless and lost,
And now if I look up...

I see: Alexandrina magnolias lean o’er a low stone wall,
Arthurian lads are familiar but no less bizarre at all,
Seeping out, creeping into the sunlight like players in the wrong scene.
I’ve had Vaseline smeared in my eyes and my ears for the last three years,
And now that I’m clear of that hazy blur it hurts,

To see all the secrets and smiles I dismissed,
When I was listless and loveless and lost,
Now I’m looking up...

Though it’s a struggle
To keep out the devil
I’m leaving his heckles
Behind heavy doors,
Though it’s a struggle
To keep out the devil
I’m leaving his heckles
Behind me.

A hole where the whole of me should have been found
That I once fell down,
A tightly bound skin of thunder and lightning to keep it all drowned.

‘til I started to see all the things that I missed,
When I was listless and loveless and lost,
Now I’m looking up.

• Folk
• alternative folk
• female
• music hall
• singer-songwriter
• songwriter
• Middlesbrough