Nick Garrie

The Nightmare Of J.B. Stanislas

Album: The Nightmare Of J.B. Stanislas [2010]
Author: Nick Garrie

My windowpane is a little cracked

One day I’ll mend it wipe away my tracks 

I met a crab today in my backyard

I tried to smile but it was too hard

I watched that crab from way above

From Beirut’s mainland to the shores of love

 

Her eyes are reeling wheeling feeling through my mind

My name is Stanislas

Your face is kind

I’m going to take you

Take you, take you, take you to my home

Of faded purple and ancient gold

 

I could trim the garden if I felt inclined

Or I could buy a dog and lead the blind

Inside the kitchen or beside the fire

It’s much the same the flames don’t get no higher

 

Her fingers touched me stroked my eyes ran through my hair

My name is Stanislas

Your face is kind

Take me, take me, take me to your home

Of faded purple and ancient gold

 

My head is sore I’ve slept so bad

I dreamt a whore sat on my table mat

Perhaps my dreams are good to know

But I feel so bad and my head hurts so

 

Your lips are moving turning curling into smiles

My name is Stanislas

My name is Stanislas

My name is Stanislas of that I’m sure

Now I am Stanislas of that I’m sure