The Findells



There are monsters everywhere

There are monsters everywhere

I need to pull myself together  

There are monsters everywhere

Hanging in the closet

watching from the photographs

dancing to the rhythm of your particular heart


there are monsters everywhere

monsters everywhere

I need to get my shit together

heard between the whispers

knowing in the glances

waiting in the chambers of your particular heart


Nobody knows me like you do

I sleep with my hands close to my face

I tie my sweater ‘round my waist

Always ready for the cold snap


There are monsters everywhere

Angry Gods and demons

Why can’t I pull myself together?

Monsters everywhere

Swimming in your veins

They drink your blood like water

Racing to the pulse of your particular heart


You say things like “love is out of whack”

and “what do you think is in the spaces between the stars?”

and “this room is filled with exclamation points”

and did you see the murder of blackbirds

(Can it be) we’re falling apart again? (x3)

Leda, did you fall for his animal grace?

the white rush of his face?

Leda, can’t you see

how fleeting love can be

And Leda, Can you tell me

How white my shirts can be

Leda can you tell me

How white my shirts can be

Leda won’t you tell me  (I need to pull myself together)
Leda won’t you tell me  (I need to get my shit together)

Leda and the Swan   (William Butler Yeats)

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
   Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
   By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
   He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

   How can those terrified vague fingers push
   The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
   And how can body, laid in that white rush,
   But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

   A shudder in the loins engenders there
   The broken wall, the burning roof and tower[20]
   And Agamemnon dead.

                       Being so caught up,
   So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
   Did she put on his knowledge with his power
   Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?