Claude's Girl - Marika Hackman

Turn off my mind, I beg you

It’s buzzing like the Devil’s bow

Pulling a soft virgin string

A terrible shriek from below

A pure heart been bound by nickel

But not bent beneath the coil

If you play her right, she’ll sing through the night

With the whispering wheat in the fields

The flies on my walls, they’re silent

But the swarm in my head is a hell

So I’ll try to play you correctly

For a toll of your deep slumber bell

My fingers are wretched and calloused

Soon daybreak will creep up my stair

Now I’ve not got long to summon the song

Of the girl with the flaxen hair