The Handsome Family
I had nothing to say on Christmas Day when you threw all your clothes on the floor.
When you burned your hair knocked over the chair I tried to stay out of your way.
When you fell asleep with blood on your teeth I got into my car and drove away.
Listen to me butterfly, theres only so much wine you can drink in one life,
But it will never be enough to save you from the bottom of your glass.
Where the highway starts I parked my car I got out and stared up at the stars.
As meteors died and shot across the sky, I thought about your sad shining eyes.
I came back for my clothes when the sun finally rose you were still passed out on the floor
Listen to me butterfly, there’s only so much wine you can drink in one life
But it will never be enough to save you from the bottom of your glass
I was down in the Protestant church in Dingle recording “Songs from a Room” for the Kings and their retinue when I came face to face with this couple of Yanks, she incredibly brown eyed and red lipped, he bespectacled and large, not the sort of people you normally meet in the sacristy. A year later I go to hear the Handsome Family in Leap, West Cork and it was them again. Song after gorgeous song. Dark and beautiful and humourous and he’s not too bad either. Saw them later again in the Savoy in Cork at the European Year of the Culchies. They bound the spell again and poor auld Brett half killed with the gout as Rennie blew her bugle and I was glued to the floor.