Friday, 22 July 2011

John Barleycorn (Must Die) - Traffic



There were three men came out of the west,
their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown,
they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very long time,
'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day
'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard
and so become a man


They've hired men with their scythes so sharp
to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way,
serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks
who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and around
a field 'til they came onto a pond
And there they made a solemn oath
on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks
to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox
nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots
without a little barleycorn

Thursday, 21 July 2011

My Everafter - Enchant



Running out of time
But I still don't try
I can hardly breathe when you don't come around

Thought I'd write it down
Did then threw it out
Reality is the pill and you help me choke it down

Stay my cure for vanity
Stay my source of laughter
My broken record remedy
Stay my everafter

I don't say enough
And I never lose my bluff
But you, you can shell an oyster with nothing but a stare

Stay my cure for vanity
Stay my source of laughter
My broken record remedy
Stay my everafter

Monday, 11 July 2011

Love To Love You (and tonight pigs will fly) - Caravan

I dreamed of all the magic things that be
When we'd ride to a dock on bended knee
But you'd just smile and gently shake your head
And put a hole through me so I was dead
Oh, I'd fall down and I was left alone
With a feeling of you still that was my own

Oh, I would love to, love to love you
Yes, indeed, I do love you, love you
My, my, pigs might fly, that can't be bad
How you have the cheek to smile and tell me I'm mad

A man came through the wall and stood by me
Complete with bag of nuts and fancy free
He said without a tonal fleeting glance
I'd like to get deep down inside your pants"
How you opened up his head and smiled
And rubbish from your mouth you ticked inside

Oh, I would love to, love to love you
Yes, indeed, I do love you, love you
My, my, pigs might fly, that can't be bad
How you have the cheek to smile and tell me I'm mad