Netta by Thin Lear Lyrics
You’re a long way from public out here in this place
Stuck on this island, your clothes in a case
In a room that you rented for twenty a day
An owner who’s lonely, and stops by to say
That she’s here if you need her; she knows you’re unwell
Your hands and your eyes are shaky as hell
You came out for the magic, the feel of the Isles
You came to be healed, inspired and wild
Nearly two months of writing and candles and spells
Has left you afraid of what you can’t tell
And it’s panic each morning; the days are the same
You step out for air, a jolt to your brain
And you find you’ve been walking for hours on end
With poisoning visions of family and friends
Who just pity and sigh, their hands on your face
And drive down your reasons, each passion replaced
Now you swat down the wasp in the place where it stung
You’re Alpha, Omega, Cohen and Young
So you scream something awful and hope they can hear
And wear out the welcome of every kind ear
And a pain in your heart that’s been growing for years
Is finally born; it’s finally here
You’re too sick now for healing; it’s sudden and sharp
Kicked loose the venom, no angels or harps
And so, limping to freedom, collapse in the grass
Reduced to a myth, revised as you pass
To a true crime reduction, a nut at the end
Who lived without walls or family or friends
But for black and white photos, a wonderful face
A glint in your eye the years can’t erase
And a child born in New York will pick up the call
And dream of you nightly, a voice down his hall
He’ll row out to your island, and seek out your grave
Like thousands before him, he’ll go the same way
That’s the sadness of dreaming you’re more than you are
You’ll end up with nothing, your shit in a car
In a town with one stoplight, an island alone
Plunged down through Niagara, in parents’ homes
Found in attics and basements with ice through the veins
No matter the ending, it all looks the same
We are sailing for Netta, our luggage in stow
We get here in cruise ships and dinghies and floats
To a swirling of spirits, from far and from near
Mother of magic, your children are here
Stuck on this island, your clothes in a case
In a room that you rented for twenty a day
An owner who’s lonely, and stops by to say
That she’s here if you need her; she knows you’re unwell
Your hands and your eyes are shaky as hell
You came out for the magic, the feel of the Isles
You came to be healed, inspired and wild
Nearly two months of writing and candles and spells
Has left you afraid of what you can’t tell
And it’s panic each morning; the days are the same
You step out for air, a jolt to your brain
And you find you’ve been walking for hours on end
With poisoning visions of family and friends
Who just pity and sigh, their hands on your face
And drive down your reasons, each passion replaced
Now you swat down the wasp in the place where it stung
You’re Alpha, Omega, Cohen and Young
So you scream something awful and hope they can hear
And wear out the welcome of every kind ear
And a pain in your heart that’s been growing for years
Is finally born; it’s finally here
You’re too sick now for healing; it’s sudden and sharp
Kicked loose the venom, no angels or harps
And so, limping to freedom, collapse in the grass
Reduced to a myth, revised as you pass
To a true crime reduction, a nut at the end
Who lived without walls or family or friends
But for black and white photos, a wonderful face
A glint in your eye the years can’t erase
And a child born in New York will pick up the call
And dream of you nightly, a voice down his hall
He’ll row out to your island, and seek out your grave
Like thousands before him, he’ll go the same way
That’s the sadness of dreaming you’re more than you are
You’ll end up with nothing, your shit in a car
In a town with one stoplight, an island alone
Plunged down through Niagara, in parents’ homes
Found in attics and basements with ice through the veins
No matter the ending, it all looks the same
We are sailing for Netta, our luggage in stow
We get here in cruise ships and dinghies and floats
To a swirling of spirits, from far and from near
Mother of magic, your children are here