PJ Harvey The Letter Live On Jools Holland Show, 2004 May 28

When I Met My Muse I glanced at her and took my glasses offthey were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and knew that nails up there took a new grip on whatever they touched. I am your own way of looking at things, she said. When you allow me to live with you, every glance at the world around you will be a sort of And I took her hand