SHE WAS A SHARK SMILE IN A YELLOW VAN – The Vampire's Wife

SHE WAS A SHARK SMILE IN A YELLOW VAN Back in London and listening to this wonderful song by the American indie band, Big Thief that has that languid, Springsteeny, story-telling thing going, but typically infectious. We love this band at The Vampire’s Wife. Love Susie. x

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1QlOfYxykI

Shark Smile

She was a shark smile in a yellow van

She came around and I stole a glance in my youth

A vampire

Evelyn shown quiet as roses sting

It came over me at a bad time

But who wouldn't ride on a moonlit line?

Had her in my eye, 85 down the road of a dead end gleam

And she said woo

Baby, take me

And I said woo

Baby, take me too

It came over her at a bad time

Riding through Winona down the dotted line

Held us gunning out

Ninety miles down the road of a dead end dream

She looked over with a part smile

Caught up in the twinkle, it could take awhile

And the money pile on the dashboard fluttering

As she said woo

Baby, take me

And I said woo

Baby, take me too

Evelyn's kiss was oxygen

I leaned over to take it in

As we went howling through the edge of south Des Moines

It came over me at a bad time

She burned over the double line

She impaled as I reached my hand for the guardrail

Ooh, the guardrail

And she said woo

Baby, take me

And I said woo

Baby, take me too

She said woo

Baby, take me

And I said woo

Baby, take me too

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Adrianne Lenker

IN PRAISE OF MARILYNNE ROBINSON

I haven’t heard a sensible word from my husband all week as he finally gets around to reading Marilynne Robinson’s new book, Reading Genesis. ‘Oh God, you’ve got to read this, babe!’ he keeps saying. ‘Wow, you’ve got to read this!’ Meanwhile, I’m deep inside A Year in the Life of Wendy Whiteley by Ashleigh Wilson, which is having much the same effect. I’ve had a lovely time in Sydney, reading and swimming in the McIver’s Ladies Baths, Australia’s only rock pool dedicated to women and children. There is nothing quite as exhilarating as swimming in the rain, except perhaps watching Nick perform in the evenings at the State Theatre. Beautiful.

THE EXTRAORDINARY WENDY WHITELEY

My husband and I spent a lovely afternoon at Wendy Whiteley’s house, overlooking her amazing ‘secret garden’ in Lavender Bay in Sydney. Wendy and her husband, the renowned artist Brett Whiteley, set up their family home there in 1970 where they lived together for two decades. Brett painted many of his iconic Sydney Harbour pictures in the house. Brett was a defining influence on Nick as a young art student and musician living in Australia. It was a perfect day spent with an absolutely fascinating and powerful woman.

AH, MY DEAR ANGRY LORD

I love this terse little poem by the English poet, orator, and priest, George Herbert about the contradictory nature of religious belief, its good and bad sides, and its joy and sorrow. There's nothing like a bit of hard religion on a Sunday morning!!