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Poor Jenny
04:46
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The sea is calm and flat and still, and the frozen water extends until the horizon steals my soul from me - and the ice is all that I can see...
Poor Jenny left home back in '23
She sped a fair course across the sea
With sails hung full and her mast stood tall
Poor Jenny the schooner would conquer them all
Ahoy, ahoy a shape in the ice
A shape from the past, forgotten and lost
Poor Jenny the schooner frozen in brine
Hope came for poor Jenny, but not in time
Poor Jenny left Lima in darkest Peru
Her cargo was heavy, her path was true
But in the Drake Passage she mistook her course
And the ice closed her in with implacable force
When the Hope found her she wasn't alone
Her crew still aboard her, she was their last home
For 17 years they lay in her hold
Preserved by the brine and the ice and the cold
Ahoy, ahoy...
Poor Jenny's captain was last left alive
Found with his journal about to inscribe
No food for 71 days, it read
No further entries, the last of the dead
Poor Jenny's crew we buried at sea
Six men, a woman and a dog, all at sea
But the Jenny felt eerie and the Jenny felt cold
So back to the Hope for the sake of our souls
When night came a mist rose and temperatures fell
The night on the ocean like some frozen hell
By sunrise we realised that we were alone
She'd slipped through the ice and the Jenny was gone
Ahoy, ahoy...
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Yellow Eyes
03:45
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Yellow eyes in the trees
Where he's scratching at his fleas
And he's hiding away
All the better to watch his prey
Yellow eyes unblinking stare
Look away if you dare
There's a hunger in his eyes
And it means that something dies
CHORUS
Quiet wolf, Silent wolf, hungers for the kill.
Quiet wolf, Silent wolf, he'll howl when he gets his fill.
Yellow eyes in the dark
And the moon is pale and stark
There's a hunger within
And he knows that soon it will begin
Yellow eyes getting near
Not a sound can you hear
There's a wolf in your mind
Just beware of what you'll find
CHORUS
Yellow eyes in the black
Wonder if you're going to crack
Feel them burning within
Feel them linger on your skin
Yellow eyes make their move
Yellow eyes don't have to prove
Yellow eyes above you float
Yellow fangs sink in your throat.
CHORUS
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3. |
False Lamkin
03:44
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5. |
(We Stand) Behind You
03:35
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We stand behind you
We're here for you, we pull for you
We're right beside you
You know it's true, we're here for you
We're standing right behind you
We're coming through, we're right with you
We're right here beside you
Just let us through, we're here for you
We'll always be here for you
You know it's true, just let us through
We will always be right with you
We're behind you, you know it's true
Just let us through Just let us through
Just let us through Just let us through
We're here for you Just let us through
And we will always find you
We're here for you Just let us through
Just let us through Just let us through
Just let us through Just let us through
You let us through You let us through
You let us through You let us through
You let us through
Now we're right behind you
We will find you, you let us through
We'll soon be right inside you,
you let us through, we're here for you
We're close so close behind you
You let us through, we're here for you
We're closing up behind you,
You let us through, we will find you
We're here for you, we will find you
You let us through you let us through
And we see you, we see you
We will find you, you let us through
You let us through, you let us through
We're right behind you, beside you
You let us through you let us through
You let us through You let us through
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6. |
Murder Song
02:53
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Crow girl crow girl sitting in a tree,
Swinging her legs and waving at me,
Keep both eyes on your silverware,
She'll steal your shinies without a care
Crow king, crow king sitting in a tree,
Crowing at the world and he's laughing at me,
Night comes round when he spreads his wings,
Black as night is the old crow king
CHORUS
There's murder in the air, there's blood across the moon,
and the crows are crowing their tuneless tune
with feathers black as black and wings that fill the sky
the murder crows are here and you don't ask why...
Crow witch, crow witch, sitting in a tree,
casting her evil eye at me
Black her beak as she calls her curse,
Black as the colour of the passing hearse
CHORUS
Crow, crow, crow, crow, murder in a tree,
Black as sin and all looking at me,
Take to the air to steal the sun,
wings block the light and the day is done.
CHORUS
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7. |
I Know A Place
04:26
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I know a place that I can go to.
I know a place that no one knows,
And in that place no one can find me,
And to that place no other goes
And the wolf howls in the clearing.
And the wolf hows in the clearing.
and the wolf howls in the clearing,
And the wolf howls in the clearing
I know a time no one can find me.
I know a time when I'm alone.
I know a time no one can bind me.
I know a time I call my own.
And the wolf howls in the clearing.
And the wolf hows in the clearing.
and the wolf howls in the clearing,
And the wolf howls in the clearing
I know a space that I can make mine.
I know a space I claim for me.
I know a space that I may call home.
I know a space that lets me breathe.
And the wolf howls in the clearing.
And the wolf hows in the clearing.
and the wolf howls in the clearing,
And the wolf howls in the clearing
And in my place you'll never find me,
And in my space I'm all alone.
I feel the beast, the beast inside me,
And in my place that beast may roam.
Yes the wolf howls in the clearing.
And the wolf wakes in the clear ing.
and the wolf runs in the clear ing,
And the wolf growls in the clearing
Yes the wolf howls in the clearing.
And the wolf growls in the clearing.
and the wolf disembowels in the clearing,
And the wolf howls in the clearing
I know a wolf that I can call mine.
I know a wolf deep in my soul
I know a wolf that's always with me.
I know a wolf that keeps me whole.
And the wolf howls in the clearing.
And the wolf growls in the clearing.
and the wolf disembowels in the clearing,
And the wolf howls in the clearing
And the wolf leaves the clearing.
And the wolf clears the clearing.
and the wolf says farewell to the clearing,
And the wolf howls in the clearing
I know a wolf and so do you
I know a wolf and so do you
Much better than you wanted to
Beware the wolf Beware of you
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8. |
How Do I Know
03:33
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How do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
how do I know that I'm not going crazy
not going crazy, not going crazy?
Is it because I know nothing makes sense?
There's no evidence for pounds, shillings and pence.
Is it the way that I sit on the fence
to not cause offence, when everyone's tense?
Oh, How do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
how do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
Is it the way people listen to me,
and apparently take me seriously?
Maybe those people should pause to take tea,
find a new hobby and stop listening to me!
Oh, How do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
how do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
Crazy is as crazy does.
Crazy isn't a crazy buzz.
When everything else around me is crazy,
how do I know the crazy's not me?
Is it because I find everything funny
when weather is sunny and runners are runny.
Can't help but laugh at the shortage of money,
though that isn't funny, O look there's a bunny!
Oh, How do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy,
how do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy
Is it the way the colours are changing,
the shapes rearranging, the chickens free-ranging?
Is it the way that it's turned on its head
and the light has grown red? Wish I'd stayed in bed!
Oh, How do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
how do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
Crazy is as crazy does. Crazy isn't a crazy buzz.
When everything else around me is crazy, how do I know the crazy's not me?
Is it the people I know to eschew?
What is one to do when they're out to get you?
Or is it those peeps that know to avoid me?
Quite sensibly, it seems to me
Oh, How do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
How do I know that I'm not going crazy,
not going crazy, not going crazy?
Not going crazy not going crazy
Crazy crazy crazy crazy
not going crazy Crazy!
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9. |
Blackbird Pie
03:21
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Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie,
From within the crust, the birds sing in the pie,
They sing a song to tell the world the time has come to die
The king was in his counting house a-counting all his coin,
but all the gold within his kingdom won't cure pustules in his groin.
Rich or poor they all must heed the blackbird's song,
rich or poor they all must know their time will not be long.
The queen was in the parlour, eating honeyed bread,
Servants lay around her, Blackened, rotten, dead.
Honey in the bread can't hide the taint of spoil, decay.
Even queens will kneel when the blackbird has his day.
The maid was in the garden, a-burying the dead.
Along came a blackbird, and pecked off her head.
Their wings spread out across the land, they cover all the earth.
And none shall be escaping when the blackbirds do their worst.
Sixpences closed the dead man's eyes the rye grew through his corpse.
Those that ate the pie were sick, their humours all a-warped.
The blackbirds all took to the air, their beaks a-gape to sing,
and all that did a-hear them knew it was death they bring'd.
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Moon Song
03:30
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The quavering moon is gone too soon,
The flowers of night are such delicate blooms
The stuttering moon sings out of tune
The beasts of the night trace delirious runes
CHORUS
Sing now, sing for the moon
Sing when you're winning Sing when you lose
Sing now, howl like a loon
Howl for the might of the moon
The dish ran away with the silver spoon,
the rivers of moon light flow into lagoons
Who dares to impugn her white-faced mis-tune
No song of the spheres is more inopportune
Sing now, sing for the moon
Sing when you're winning Sing when you lose
Sing now, howl like a loon
Howl for the might of the moon
Sing for the moon Howl for the moon
Whether or not you can carry a tune
Animals gather to hear what you croon
Sing for the might of the moon
The ravenous moon sings a tale of doom,
the sun looks so tasty and dark falls at noon,
And no cocoon shall prove immune
From bone white moonlight from playground to tomb
Sing now, sing for the moon
Sing when you're winning Sing when you lose
Sing now, howl like a loon
Howl for the might of the moon
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12. |
The North Wind
02:52
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13. |
Stormwatch
04:44
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When the sun rises there’s a smile on her face
The babe in her arms is contented and warm
She hands him to another, a surrogate mother
Then watches him grow so he’ll come to no harm
The sea is his mother and the sea is his lover
She’ll allow him no other
And the sky will be blue,
And the wind will breathe soft
And the nets will fill fast
While something sleeps in the deep below
When the year turns her jealousy piques
The babe grown to man is now spurning her charms
He turns to another, he takes him a lover
Turns his back on the ocean and her loving arms
For she is his mother and she is his lover
She’ll allow him no other
And the sky will turn black,
And the tide will run wild
And the winds will blow fierce
And the waves will grow tall
And the monsters will stir in the deep below
So she takes back his lover and she takes back his child
She leaves him bereft and alone, all alone
She takes all his luck, keeps the fish from his hook
And she moves to destroy all he’s known, all he’s known.
For she is his mother and she is his lover
She’ll allow him no other
And the sky will turn black,
And the tide will run wild
And the winds will blow fierce
And the waves will grow tall
And the monsters are rising from the deep below
She leaves him the blame, a culprit not a victim
And they rise up against him in anger and fear
But she is his mother and she is his lover
And she will not suffer them to take him from her.
The sea is his mother and the sea is his lover
She’ll allow him no other
And the sky has turned black
And the tide it runs wild
And the winds blow so fierce
And the waves have grown tall
And the monsters are circling from the deep below
And the tide has come in
And the water is rising
And the winds howl through
And the sea fills their eyes
And the salt fills their mouths
And the monsters come to take them to the deep below
Now the sky has turned blue
And the tides they run slow
And the winds gently whisper
And the waves gently lap
While the monsters sleep sated in the deep below.
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14. |
End of the World
03:07
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I'm waiting for the end of the world
I know it's going to happen, I'm just that kind of girl,
The end is creeping nearer with teeth bared and claws unfurled,
The light is growing dim, the air is growing thin,
And here I'm waiting for the end to begin.
I'm waiting for the end of the world,
Good bye, Good bye, Good bye.
I'm waiting for the end of the world
I'm dressed for the occasion in heels and vintage pearls,
My hair is up like Hepburn’s, lipstick on, eyelashes curled.
The stars are going out with a whisper, not a shout
And I'm waiting here without a shadow of doubt
I'm waiting for the end of the world,
Good bye, Good bye, Good bye
The winds have all gone still, nothing grows nor never will,
The livestock all fell ill, only mankind left to kill,
And there's blood across the moon, and the birds are out of tune,
The sky was dark at noon, and the end is coming soon.
There's tears across the sky and the oceans have boiled dry,
No tears left to cry, as we wait alone to die,
And the air's too hot to breathe, but there's no one left to grieve,
Don't bother to deceive, we know there's no reprieve
I'm waiting for the end of the world
I know it's going to happen I'm just that kind of girl,
The end is creeping nearer with teeth bared and claws unfurled,
The light is growing dim, the air is growing thin,
And here I'm waiting for the end to begin,
I'm waiting for the end of the world,
Good bye, Good bye, Good bye
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LM Cooke Birmingham, UK
LM Cooke's solo work tends toward the dark and curiously-rhymed side.
She currently
also performs in Mediaeval Biateches. Until recently she was singist/ main songwriter in Crimson Clocks and before that violinist/ main songwriter in Broadarrow Jack. LM is also a published writer of dark fantasy/ science/ mythic fiction, and hosts The Murder Hour radio show on Mixcloud.
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