The Magnetic Fields
irma
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Irma waits by the window
Vaguely looking down at her socks
And humming, possibly her
Father will come home with a box
Of chocolates, possibly
Not father's memory
Was never what it once was
Shouldn't really drive anymore
Either as if in answer
With a sound like blowing up your
Ears, father's jeep crashes
Through Irma's wall she says
Bad words as several hundred
Boxes of her favorite kind
Of chocolate fill her bedroom
But she doesn't actually mind
- Album:
- Love At The Bottom Of The Sea
- Miscellaneous
- Get Lost
- 69 Love Songs
- 69 Love Songs, Volume 2
- 69 Love Songs, Volume 1
- Paste mPlayer #34
- Merge Records 2012 Sampler
- Monitor This! Apr / May 2012
- BIRP! February 2012
- Andrew in Drag
- Merge Records Spring Sampler 2012
- Quick!
- Merge Records Spring 2012 Sampler
- 69 Love Songs, Volume 3
- I
- 2010-02-04: Lisner Auditorium, Washington, D.C., USA
- Random: A Tribute to Gary Numan
- The Magnetic Fields: B-Sides, Etc.
- The House of Tomorrow