Seasons of Displeasin' (a.k.a. Kitchen Knife)

lyrics & melody by Polly Wood, 2014

If ever there’s a time in my life
When I am a wife
I’ll buy myself a kitchen knife
For when it gets displeasin’
For when it gets displeasin’

I’ll go out to the woods to forage
For berries to sweeten our porridge

A visit to the honeycomb
I only find the Queen alone
She must’ve sent out all her drones
To prepare for the season
The seasons of displeasin’

And though there are no guarantees I think I’ll take a stab at me and you

Trying to slice a little bit of my love is like measuring the ocean with a spoon

And when you cut me off
Well I’ll cut you some slack
And if we can carve out space and time
We can get our groove back

I’ve always been a wife to the woods
Just being near, its all good.
I bring the wilderness inside my heart.
I bring the wilderness inside
For when it gets displeasin’ 
The seasons of displeasin’
The season of displeasin'

And though there is no guarantee I think I’ll take a stab at me and you

Trying to slice a little bit of my love is like measuring the ocean with a spoon
Trying to slice a little bit of my love is like measuring the ocean with a spoon