Nectarine Summers

Music: D.G. Womb / Words: D.G. Womb

(extracts from The Sandman by Miles Gibson)

Nectarine, Nectarine

Nectarine Summers, Nectarine Summers

She’s always waiting there when I walk through the door

With her sly button eyes, biggest buttocks in Toyland

A mischievous grin and wonderfully wicked

Huge as an angel watching over a slumbering world

Making guest appearances in each others dreams

I smiled she returned with a mocking grin

‘Don’t worry’ I said

Looking at her but talking to myself

‘Don’t be afraid’ I said

Looking at her but talking to myself

‘No’ I said

‘Yes’ I thought

Nectarine, Nectarine

Nectarine Summers, Nectarine Summers

Nectarine, Nectarine

Nectarine Summers, Nectarine Summers

A small brothel for a syphilitic king

Best suit, widest smile, blood sizzling like sherbet

In a shirt soaked with sweat my ears they were ringing

Standing around on street corners

Causing no sensation whatsoever

But to open the door and bid them go

‘Don’t worry’ I said

Looking at her but talking to myself

‘Don’t be afraid’ I said

Looking at her but talking to myself

‘No’ I said

‘Yes’ I thought

Nectarine, Nectarine

Nectarine Summers, Nectarine Summers

Nectarine, Nectarine

Nectarine Summers, Nectarine Summers

Fast and lethal, a master magician

Suffering from feelings of dislocation

Uncertain of my surroundings

But you’re always waiting there when I walk through the door

With your sly button eyes, biggest buttocks in Toyland

A mischievous grin and wonderfully wicked

‘Don’t worry’ I said

Looking at her but talking to myself

‘Don’t be afraid’ I said

Looking at her but talking to myself

‘No’ I said

‘Yes’ I thought

‘No’ I said

‘Yes’ I thought

Nectarine, Nectarine

Nectarine Summers, Nectarine Summers

Nectarine, Nectarine

Nectarine Summers, Nectarine Summers