Glass Creatures album
SONGS
Bernadette (McDonnell)
Bernadette comes
In a shower of curls
Smiling and closed
She sharpens allure
Like a tool
Treasured and trusted
At Polaroid parties
Working the room
‘Til that’s all that she is
What Bernadette hates
Turner and Yeats and waiting
When Bernadette loves
Then she’s in your blood like morphine
So many tamed
Moths to the flame
Pinned to her specimen card
Each season she finds
The wanting become
More urgent than having
So gentle and pure
Her copy of human frailty
But like walking on ice
There is a price for trusting
She struggles with grace
Covers her face to hide
Contempt and impatience with time
Measured in lines
Stretching to bind her beauty
How soon ownership bores
Always to get what you wish for
Then Bernadette sighs
Studies her prize
And finds it…spoiled
PERSONNEL
Bobby Valentino - Violin
Dan Maitland - Acoustic Guitar
Tim Palmer - Acoustic Guitar
Andy Bratt - Drums
Phil McDonnell - Vocals, Piano, Keyboards, Bass