You'll recall from the sagas, I hope, Grettis' last stand at Drangey
how his grip on the sword made his enemies cut off his hand
If he'd fled here instead and had tasted this terrible coffee
or read these letters you sent, he'd surrender and lay the blade down

And it's Halloween,
skinny ghosts dress like cowboys and rest
at the railing by my door
on their way from the Children's Ward

Bev Monroe and his Pembina Valley boys play at the party
and I practice my English on nurses, "Oh, that's a nice name"
And they may ask for mine, but the burns on my back from the x-rays
say I shouldn't show anyone anything ever again

In another year
I'll be buried or shivering here,
coughing at the grey spittoon
painted orange by the harvest moon

Pack up mother's clothes,
drive her down to the new Betel Home,
sell the boat to Arnison
and then go

Stand up straight
in the place you're longing for
and don't write to me anymore

Lyrics submitted by strakared, edited by HellionChild, Contaminator

Letter in Icelandic from the Ninette San song meanings
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    General CommentThere's an interesting intertextual link with this song and When I Write My Master's Thesis from the same album. In that song, the narrator describes researching the sanatorium the narrator here is in: "Oh the hours I spent in the archives wearing cotton gloves/Shuffling photos from the Ninette Sanatorium Halloween parties/Emaciated ghosts hiding in those curtains' creases."

    So the two narrators are a hundred years apart, with this song being a letter the other narrator found in his research.
    emd88on December 10, 2012   Link

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