This song is very often stuck in my head.

Some of my very favourite lyrics. So manic and compulsive. Fantastic.

Gloves, The Horrors

Today I found a baby's glove
Lying on the drainage board so still
Yesterday a leather glove from the slim fingered hand of a woman
The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the curb
And I couldn't take it
Now I have my own private collection
All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lined up and labelled in neat little packets
The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about
And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage
Past the choking
I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushing
I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right
Freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew
Running slowly down the front of my body...

And I couldn't take it any more

I said, I've got to go, I've got to get out of here, and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go