pj_harvey raze tonight i heard her sing, "beech and aller, woak and birch, biddle, bullhead, squirrel's drey." when a woman you've loved for decades but will never know names the homespun structure that holds half of what you've come to care for, you might find yourself smiling with your mouth closed, naked as the day you came, a heady cocktail of satisfaction and surprise. 230715 what's it to you? who go blather from