Claude's Girl

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 weeds 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 pay 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 got long to summon the son

Of the girl with the flaxen hair