After the miniatures of Brewkit I wanted some songs with longer grooves, in four four time. This is one. The tonally ambiguous riff is in c or f depending. Sounded great on the virginal. The speaker in the lyrics is a has-been mid-lifer who believes his last tenant, gone for years now, was a dryad.
lyrics
As you can see those twigs don't quite reach the window
At night they do
It cannot be explained
When Lucy roomed here a star fell out of the sky
To the widow's walk
She's the polka queen
Put it in your head
She kept it in her dress
She was the last one to room here
Guy in a car can't stop his mouth
Gets out there is no change
That it could ever come to this
After she taught me boards' veins
Can be made to run
Spun in a thong on the rooftop in the dawn
I had that dance for two
Each night it's a little worse at the panes
Like fingernails
Cracked enamel of the soul
Don't know if I dreamed she said don't cut me or not
But I'll take those branches down one day
And look for blood on the blades