Blake Mills - Nouel lyrics

[Transcribed from BBC Radio 4 Mastertapes] She sings along to sailor's song In a dress that she made When she's gone I sing along But it doesn't sound the same Oh Nouel, you seem so well Sing only for me Fickle, unchangeable Though I may always be I pulled a thorn from her tiny paw Her feet were unclean Fetch water, blessed twice And hand that sponge to me I do well to serve Nouel Whatever service I may be Fickle, unchangeable Weighing down on me She speaks a word which gently turns to perfect metaphor She likes to say I only play When I know what I'm playing for Oh Nouel, you must know me well And I didn't even show you the scar Fickle, unchangeable Semper femina She'd like to be the kind of free Women can't be alone I wish I could hit the switch That keeps you from getting gone Oh Nouel, it must hurt like hell When you're so afraid to die Semper femina So am I She lays herself across the bed The origin do [?] Slight of shoulder, long-legged Her hair a faded blonde Oh Nouel, you sit so well A thousand artists' muse You'll be anything you choose Fickle, unchangeable are you And long may that continue I do well to serve Nouel My only guiding star Fickle unchangeable Semper femina