PJ Harvey
To Bring You My Love

Dear Polly.

Damn you!
Do you know that the spell you cast on me had disastrous consequences? Damnation. You destroyed part of my heart during such a happy time in my life. And it's with tears that I hold in my hands that chest of secrets that is "To Bring You My Love", your testament, your love letter.

SCREAMING.
TEARS.
CRYING.
HYSTERIA.
MADNESS.
SCHIZOPHRENIA.

It's all here. You captured the emotions in ten poems, ten seals of a shattered soul. Ten seals capable of destroying the souls of others. You are a criminal, Polly. You are a rapist of emotions, of feelings. You have altered my gaze, my point of view.
And it all started with that magnificent title track, the beginning of the journey into the underworld.
The beginning of ecstasy, of my downfall. Drum roll and my heart gasps. You are the primordial goddess that hovers in the air. You alone, playing among the water lilies, wrapped in your red dress floating on dark water.

I scaled the mountains.

Crossed the seas to bring you my love.

I gave up heaven.

Lay with the devil.

Cursed the good Lord.

To bring you my love. 

How I wish I could be your lover, Polly! If a girl had written me a song like that, I would have fainted partly out of shame and partly out of joy. I would have been ashamed of having abandoned my medusa. With "Meet Ze Monsta" you wound me again, my dear, the sudden violence echoes in my ears. You're tearing me apart. Stop it, please.
Stop it.

Tell me... what have I done to you? Is it your resentment that I feel? The more I feel your resentment, the more I want to revel in you, to touch you, to smell you, to understand your form, to traverse your soul. I want to know you, Polly. I want to tear my skin from my bones and lick my bare muscles. To bring you my love. I've gone mad. I've gone mad for you.

You violate me. You rape me. Then you transport me to a farm of horrors, with hands and bare feet dirty with mud, in country clothes. We jump over the cumbersome and lost chickens and enter a farmhouse to listen to the sounds of life. We scream. We scream. We scream. We scream. We scream. We scream.

Teclo. Teclo. Teclo. Teclo. Teclo. 

Where did that haunting melody come from? Tell me, my dear, because I babble with my bleeding heart in hand. No. No. No. No. Don't make excuses. I need to understand. I need to understand if you are a woman or if you are a goddess. Not because I wish to worship you, but because I don't believe it's possible for a human being to permanently devastate a soul.

Crash.
Crash.

My soul goes Crash.

And with the beautiful melody of "Send His Love To Me" I feel like shouting to the sky with you, lost among the clouds of surrealism. Up there. Where no coherent and rational man is able to reach us. My dear, we will be part of the universe.

"Little Fish Big Fish Swimming In The Water Come Back Here Man Give Me My Daughter". 

Damn Polly.

Damn Polly.

Damn Polly.

I LOVE YOU.