- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Neil Joseph Steve Fraser
 - Mark Anthony Ste Colwill
 - David Leonard Boulter
 - Stuart Ashton Staples
 - Dickon James Hinchliffe
 - Alistair Macaulay
 
- Genres:
 - 90s
 - Indie
 
- Tags:
 - festive fifty
 - spoken word
 - storytelling
 
- See also:
 
Tindersticks - My Sister lyrics
Do you remember my sister? How many mistakes did she make with those never
 Blinking eyes? I couldn't work it out. I swear she could read your mind, your
 Life, the depths of your soul at one glance. Maybe she was stripping herself
 Away, saying
 Here I am, this is me
 I am yours and everything about me, everything you see
 If only you look hard enough
 I never could
 Our life was a pillow-fight. We'd stand there on the quilt, our hands clenched
 Ready. Her with her milky teeth, so late for her age, and a Stanley knife in
 Her hand. She sliced the tyres on my bike and I couldn't forgive her
 She went blind at the age of five. We'd stand at the bedroom window and she'd
 Get me to tell her what I saw. I'd describe the houses opposite, the little
 Patch of grass next to the path, the gate with its rotten hinges forever wedged
 Open that Dad was always going to fix. She'd stand there quiet for a moment. I
 Thought she was trying to develop the images in her own head. Then she'd say
 I can see little twinkly stars
 Like Christmas tree lights in faraway windows
 Rings of brightly coloured rocks
 Floating around orange and mustard planets
 I can see huge tiger striped fishes
 Chasing tiny blue and yellow dashes
 All tails and fins and bubbles
 I'd look at the grey house opposite, and close the curtains
 She burned down the house when she was ten. I was away camping with the scouts
 The fireman said she'd been smoking in bed - the old story, I thought. The catTindersticks - My Sister - http://motolyrics.com/tindersticks/my-sister-lyrics.html
 And our mum died in the flames, so Dad took us to stay with our Aunt in the
 Country. He went back to London to find us a new house. We never saw him again
 On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our Aunt's garden and
 Broke her head. She'd been drinking heavily. On her recovery her sight
 Returned, a fluke of nature everyone said. That's when she said she'd never
 Blink again. I would tell her when she started at me, with her eyes wide and
 Watery, that they reminded me of the well she fell into. She liked this, it
 Made her laugh
 She moved in with a gym teacher when she was fifteen, all muscles he was. He
 Lost his job when it all came out, and couldn't get another one. Not in that
 Kind of small town. Everybody knew everyone else's business. My sister would
 Hold her head high, though. She said she was in love. They were together for
 Five years until one day he lost his temper. He hit over the back of the neck
 With his bullworker. She lost the use of the right side of her body. He got
 Three years and was out in fifteen months. We saw him a while later, he was
 Coaching a non-league football team in a Cornwall seaside town. I don't think
 He recognized her. My sister had put on a lot of weight from being in a chair
 All the time. She'd get me to stick pins and stub out cigarettes in her right
 Hand. She'd laugh like mad because it didn't hurt. Her left hand was pretty
 Good though. We'd have arm wrestling matches, I'd have to use both arms and
 She'd still beat me
 We buried her when she was 32. Me and my Aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug
 The hole. She said she didn't want to be cremated and wanted a cheap coffin so
 The worms could get to her quickly. She said she liked the idea of it, though I
 Thought it was because of what happened to the cat, and our mum











