Squeamish from Uncanny Comparisons by Mairi Sutherland

Oh my god
is that the phone again?
Do they not understand
there's better ways to contact me?

Oh my god
is that the snow again?
Do they not understand
I can't work when I might freeze?

Oh my god
is that the snow again?
Just throw it underhand, see where it lands
it might hit me

Oh my god
what a confusing man
Does he yet understand, I can't speak
when he's near me?

But it's written on the card
the one that I just posted
I hope it hits you hard
hope it finds you good
It's written out in blood
I hope that you're not squeamish
Blood is all I had in the deep, dark woods

'Oh my god'
He said 'I didn't see you there
but did I stop and stare too long
hope I wasn't rude'

I said 'Oh I'm sorry
I didn't mean for you to find me here
but I just set up camp and took a nap
where it felt good'

But I've written you a card
the one that I've just posted
I hope it hits you hard
hope it finds you good
It's written out in blood
I hope that you're not squeamish
but blood is all I had
in the deep, dark woods
It's written on the bread
the slice that I just toasted
I smothered it in jam
to disguise the wounds
and spelt it out with ham
the trouble here with that is
the dog was hungry and she needed food
bread was all I had
so I guess it don't look good
but it might get there soon

la da da da da da da da da da da

I don't mind
no, I don't mind

• Acoustic
• Contemporary Folk
• fingerstyle guitar
• folk
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow