A MADNESS HAS TAKEN THE TOWN
There’s a Preacher on a white horse whistling down the wind.
Theres a convict in the hayloft, He’s the sum of all our sins.
Theres strangers in the Shadows. Gallowbirds are circling.
Don’t let em in.
Don’t go down to the moor tonight, The shadows dance beneath a blood red sky,
The moon hangs as if a thief a bite of the sacramental bread in communion wine.
run little one’s run. Something's on the loose. If this old tale being told holds but One drop of truth.
The fog do his bidding. The crows are his eyes. Trust no one on the road tonight.
Some saw a hell hound, some saw a bat Some say it's the liquor, a trick of light or a pretty Pussy cat
Was just a man in a tall hat and Cape Who walked with a limp and a blade in his cane
One things for sure, something was seen last night on the moors,
something big.
A madness has taken the town……
The milk maids circle a fire in the woods in a dance With the fishwives daughters
The gravedigger Stole the hangman’s hood. The white horse won't take water.
The graveyards been sacked and the headstones smashed. The villagers are torching their crops
The shephards lost her sheep, she’s running naked down the track. The bats are at the livestock.
There's blood in the buttermilk, Frogs in the well, The generals children sleep walk In the corn.
The potato feilds are blighted. Mary’s baby won't feed as she curses the damn day her bastard was born.
There’s a Preacher on a white horse whistling down the wind.
theres a convict in the hayloft, He’s the sum of all our sins
theres strangers in the Shadows. Gallowbirds are circling.
Don’t let em in.
A madness has taken the town
28 feb 2025
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THE BIRD WITH THE BROKEN WING
When all that we’ve built is tumble down. The king and all his men are no where to be found,
The bird with broken wing sits high above the ground and starts to sing……
The bees are gone and the birds gone to ground, The king of carousels haunts the abandoned fairground.
The hunting party’s thrown from their horses to their hounds, there’s fire in the fog the child king claims the crown.
The town councillors are hanging in trees with the clowns, The bird with the broken wing sits high above the town
The cries of magpies fill the skies .sticks and stones block out the light.
Drunken children raid the night for anything left that shines
half are huge as heart attacks, the other half thin as lullabies sung by sirens on the rocks,
the light house keepers night blind
the circus rat have come ashore, the roads out of town are jammed
the bird with broken wing sits high above the land and start to sing.
Its coming down. Its all coming down.
The ice cream van and mosquito machines fill the air with their melodious screams
theres a fete worse than death on the village green. shattered shop windows are broken dreams
A scatter shot wind blows low and mean though frozen scenes of what could of never been
in the meantime unlucky thirteen ransacks the sky with Halloween steam
And the wishing well bursting at seams the streets overflow with high hope and pipe dreams
the rain wash the dreams from concrete to the gutter to the sewer out to the sea
Broken dreams rain down on the land, high above the town there stands a crooked man
The bird with the broken wing sits nestled in his hand and starts to sing
It’s coming down. It’s all coming down.
Feb 28th 2025