Bracing for Sunday

Track 5 on The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You

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Neko has said about the song: “It’s just a story I made up. I’m sorry, I can’t describe where everything comes from because I don’t totally know. It’s just one of those… Read More

Sep. 2, 20131 viewer

Bracing for Sunday Lyrics

I dropped my gloves into the stove
Hymns echoed out the grate
I fell in love with those electric lights
That drug me into town so late

To nimble, cunning, clever nights
I railed behind them, deputized
To scrape the lens of Christian eyes
I'm a Friday night girl bracing for Sunday to come

I only ever held one love
Her name was Mary Anne
She died having a child by her brother
He died because I murdered him

I shot him through his jelly eye
I won myself his wicked life
Now I thread-the-needle, waltz through mine
I'm a Friday night girl bracing for Sunday to come

I emptied onto shifting sheets
Staring rosary holes in my ceiling
Waiting for my purpose to deliver
And reveal itself to me
But all I hear are subway trains
Bang against their bedrock lanes

So I bang a little, too
I'm a Friday night girl bracing for Sunday to come
Bracing for Sunday to come

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Neko has said about the song:

“It’s just a story I made up. I’m sorry, I can’t describe where everything comes from because I don’t totally know. It’s just one of those things that you start singing while you’re doing the dishes or something. It’s an idea that won’t leave you alone. Why I wrote it? I don’t know. It was just fun. I like to make up small stories. And that one was more about playing guitars than going with lyrics first.”

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