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A scrapbook on a future day
Lies open on a sandy beach
Pages bleached by raging tide
Tell tales on those that choose to hide
Hey, Hey,
Below the ridge
Hey you,
With the Foxhole Glance
Beneath a sky of shooting stars
Behind the midnight mask
Haunted trees in brilliant light
Reflect in silent rivers clear
Rage against the undertow
Lost again in the reeds below
Hey, Hey,
Below the ridge
Hey you,
With the foxhole glance
Beneath a sky of shooting stars
Behind the midnight mask
Hey, Hey,
On silent nights
Hey you,
Our fortunes change
Beneath a sky of shooting stars
Behind the midnight mask
A weary traveller now am I
A shining guest of long lost lands
We will raise our glasses high
And fire dance in fading light
Hey, Hey,
Below the ridge
Hey you,
With the foxhole glance
Beneath a sky of shooting stars
Behind the midnight mask
Hey, Hey,
On silent nights
Hey you,
Our fortunes change
Beneath a sky of shooting stars
Behind the midnight mask.
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Fen
01:39
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Down the long road feeling hungry and cold
In freezing rain I breathe again
Out through the sheets of ice and snow
Into a land where no one would ever choose to go.
I’m out in the marsh with the open sky
The hooded men they pass me by
A Trinity bridge in a market square
The river it spans is no longer there.
The towering walls where the black crows fly
The shifting soil blows the flat lands dry
A future time not too far away
Just barren lands of lifeless clay.
I’m out in the Fen with a dancing bear
A mid-winter scene in a market square
A forgotten town of strength and strife
The burnings here bring forth new life.
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John Dee: King Of Crows
04:01
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John Dee is king of crows
A shaman in his parson’s clothes
Like a man possessed of the ancient hell
John Dee is king of crows
John Dee is king of crows
Arrives with gifts of cross and rose
As he walks the streets of Leadenham
He is your magic man
John Dee is king of crows
A druid of the Templar stone
Buried beneath the heath and sand
He is our magic man.
John Dee is king of crows
Elizabethan lord who knows
Who St. Swithun lost to Baphomet
John Dee is king of crows
John Dee is king of crows
His sign is carved in stone and snow
Above the heath of Leadenham
He is our magic man
John Dee is king of crows
John Dee is king of crows
John Dee is king of crows
John Dee is king of crows
John Dee is king of crows
John Dee is king of crows
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I said I went to Dry Doddington to try to sell a pig
To sell a pig!
A Smelly pig!
I said I went to Dry Doddington to try to sell a pig
But I couldn't find a man who would buy one
I said I went to Dry Doddington to try to dump a fridge
To dump a fridge!
A Smelly fridge!
I said I went to Dry Doddington to try to dump a fridge
But I left it in a Lane near Marsden
Four pence, three pence, two pence, one
I can't sell a pig to anyone
Four pence, three pence, two pence, one
I can't sell a pig to anyone
I said I went to Dry Doddington to try to sell a pig
To sell a pig!
A Smelly pig!
I said I went to Dry Doddington to try to sell a pig
But I couldn't find a man who would buy one
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Duir! Nottingham, UK
DUIR! is a musical collective based in the East Midlands, UK that utilise spoken word, music and song to bring alive the
folk memories of Lincolnshire and its environs. Their inspiration stems from myths, legends, folk-tales and topographic features of this rural country.
DUIR! comprise of, Simon Brighton, Stephen Coalwood and Terry Welbourn.
DUIR! photo by Andy Weekes
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