Nouel (Live)

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 sing so well
Sing only for me?
Fickle and changeable
Though I may always be

I pulled a thorn from her tiny paw
Her feet were unclean
Fetch the water, blessed twice
And hand a sponge to me

I do well to serve Nouel
Whatever service I may be
Fickle and changeable
Weighing down on me

She speaks a word and it gently turns
To perfect metaphor
She likes to say that I only play
When I know what I'm playing for

Oh Nouel, you sure know me well
And I didn't even show you the scar
Fickle and changeable
Semper femina

She would like to be the kind of free
Women still can't be alone
How I wish I could hit the switch
That keeps you from getting gone

Oh Nouel, it must hurt like hell
Are you so afraid to die?
Semper femina
So am I

She lays herself across the bed
The Origine du monde
Slight of shoulder, long and legged
And her hair a faded blonde

Oh Nouel, you sit so well
A thousand artists' muse
You'll be anything you choose
Fickle and changeable are you
And long may that continue

I do well to serve Nouel
My only guiding star
Fickle and changeable
Semper femina