tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206892022024-03-13T17:23:48.608+00:00Gareth Calway - Bard On The WireA bard on the wire, a voice in the wilderness, a home page for exiles trying to get home. Everybody is an exile. Maybe artists just realise it. "Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free."Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.comBlogger471125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-68438732966057395872024-03-11T15:45:00.003+00:002024-03-11T15:48:07.517+00:00Rosemary Lane<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/Zokaxred55w?si=LwYdUbDFQSc6eqad" width="480"></iframe><div><span style="background-color: #b2b2b2;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDZpn895H8OtMQ2TEzzWSOOYRPFQis6YnH7AcGEYKenoIaWtWLX_mwEyU7vvWX8TJua94kaWOHzrX-yoJcf9ktzVrwmDzasiI0bqUn2zwon0-vlAHXFm1a4OCdR_AkSEQwz5OAwY8sK9olGNic9_Aa4Fvp6nFDPvCfDGElvsPB9QZNV6nLDUjfg/s4032/unnamed-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDZpn895H8OtMQ2TEzzWSOOYRPFQis6YnH7AcGEYKenoIaWtWLX_mwEyU7vvWX8TJua94kaWOHzrX-yoJcf9ktzVrwmDzasiI0bqUn2zwon0-vlAHXFm1a4OCdR_AkSEQwz5OAwY8sK9olGNic9_Aa4Fvp6nFDPvCfDGElvsPB9QZNV6nLDUjfg/w342-h456/unnamed-2.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">We know nothing about the woman pictured (and in the first frame of the film) except that she was Maz's great grandmother and that she was in service. But it's a very eloquent picture. All the other pictures of people in service - England's largest occupation even at the height of the industrial revolution (higher even than the vast numbers employed in agriculture) - are from the website <a href="We know nothing about the woman in the first frame (and the thumbprint) except that she was Maz's great grandmother and that she was in service. But it's a very eloquent picture. All the the others pictures of people in service - England's largest occupation even at the height of the industrial revolution (higher even than the vast numbers employed in agriculture) - are from the website www.thisvictorianlife.com. The sailor is from bbprivateer.ca . The boy and the girl are childhood pictures of Peacock's Tale the duo you hear playing and singing.">www.thisvictorianlife.com. </a>The sailor is from <a href="http://bbprivateer.ca">bbprivateer.ca</a> . The boy and the girl are childhood pictures of Peacock's Tale the duo you hear playing and singing.</span></span></div></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="color: #0d0d0d;"><span style="background-color: white;">Like many folksongs, this one sounds like multiple stories being told at once, not all of which add up. Such is folk music, the collective tale of ordinary folk. It's even possible to hear a happy ending and no doubt there were some for people like the women pictured but many of course ended like the last word of the song in 'misery'. It doesn't have a miserable feeling though, because it's such a lovely tune. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">And perhaps because of "I wish that short night had had </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">been seven long years".</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"> The song has also had an after-life in folk clubs and bars as a bawdy singalong - there was always that "Maggie Mae" innuendo element to Beatles songs like "A Hard Day's </span><span style="color: #0d0d0d;">Night" and "I'll Get You (In The End)". But that would sacrifice the human comedy and tragedy. The strongest strain in this folk tale is surely the human sympathy, the social comment and the yearning for a better life. </span></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-80885370520212969262024-03-08T17:01:00.002+00:002024-03-08T18:30:02.690+00:00Lancelot and the Grail Maiden (the remake)<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/CiUjHIbDHFY?si=WV4Wa3XI0y5jivI6" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/CiUjHIbDHFY/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Aptos, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Aptos, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">A most enjoyable collaboration with Bhas Allan who created the visuals for our atmospheric ballad. Lancelot and th Grail Maiden is about how the desperately grail-seeking but never quite finding Lancelot was seduced by the Grail Maiden (aided by the magic of Morgan le Fay who made her look like Guinevere) and thereby bore his son Galahad, who would replace his father as Arthur's Best Knight, find the Grail and thereby fructify the Wasteland. And that, Ron, is the paradox of our entire post-lapsarian exisence. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Aptos, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Aptos, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><span style="font-size: medium;">‘Come hither, Captain,’ the Grail Maiden sighs,<br />‘Thither away with me<br />To the rich wooded valley and holy well<br />My Waste Land dies to be.<br /><br />‘Look! into the burning wilderness sun<br />Above the shadeless tree,<br />The high hawk of summer, hovering still,<br />The shadow of what will be:<br /><br />‘The Shadowless One who waits above<br />To be born to you and me,<br />A Knight of Truth out of traitor arms<br />And infidelity.<br /><br />‘Galahad the Pure, God-armed and winged<br />To bless our impurity<br />Unbearably born to steal your quest<br />And all of your shining glory.<br /><br />‘Come hither, Captain,’ the Grail Maiden sighs,<br />And turns him a face so free:<br />His forbidden love, the queen of his dreams,<br />The end of all Chivalry.’<br /><br />A faithless false knight in a failing light <br />Fallen under a spell to see/ be<br />A Knight of Truth out of traitor arms<br />And infidelity.<br /><br />Says he, ‘My heart is set on the grail<br />And wholly raised above!’<br />Says she, ‘It’s broken, and half is set<br />On your true adulterous love.’<br /><br />‘I am her champion, she is my king’s,<br />I am their faithful knight!’<br />‘The Grail can’t be had for half a heart,<br />You can have that queen tonight.<br /><br />‘Whisper my name, any name you like,<br />Any lover you want me to be,<br />A night of Truth in my traitor arms<br />And in fidelity.’<br /><br />‘Come hither, Captain,’ the Grail Maiden sighs,<br />‘Thither away with me<br />To the rich wooded valley and holy well<br />My Waste Land dies to be.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Aptos, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Aptos, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #141823;">She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);"> The rein with dainty finger-tips,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);">A man had given all other bliss,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);">And all his worldly worth for this,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);">To waste his whole heart in one kiss<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);" /><span style="caret-color: rgb(20, 24, 35);"> Upon her perfect lips</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-84647577725534574612024-02-27T16:58:00.003+00:002024-02-27T17:50:14.109+00:00Blackwaterside<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/yXIy0qNWFDc?si=W_Qjxtk6XvcY0yWA" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yXIy0qNWFDc/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One evening fair to take the air
Down by Blackwater side
It was gazing all, all around me
Towards the Irish lad I spied</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
All through the first part of that night
Well, we lie in sport and play</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then this young man, he arose and gathered his clothes
He said, "Fare thee well today"</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, that's not the promise that you gave to me
When first you lay on my bed
You could make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
Then go home, go home to your father's garden
You go home and weep your fill
And you think of your own misfortune
That you brought with your wanton will</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
For there's not a girl in this whole world wide
As easily led as me
Sure, it's fishes will fly and the seas run dry
Tis then I'll marry thee.</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
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</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Trad/arr Peacock's Tale. The tune is Irish as is the young man. The images are of the River Blackwater in Essex, the probable scene of the story and the words are an old English folk lyric telling the same old folk tale of a young woman beguiled, though we adjust it slightly so that she sees through him before the end. We got it in one take and in one lump (apart from the brief hand drum on the instrumental) as I'm playing a foot drum with each foot under my bass while Maz is doing her usual multi task thing. Nice and simple.</span><br /></span><div class="style-scope ytd-watch-metadata" slot="extra-content" style="background: repeat; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><ytd-structured-description-content-renderer class="style-scope ytd-watch-metadata" id="structured-description" inline-structured-description="" modern="" style="caret-color: rgb(15, 15, 15); color: #0f0f0f; display: block; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 16px; overflow: hidden auto;" watch-while-sdp=""><div class="style-scope ytd-structured-description-content-renderer" id="items" style="background: repeat; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><ytd-video-description-transcript-section-renderer class="style-scope ytd-structured-description-content-renderer" modern-typography="" modern="" style="border-top-color: unset; border-top-style: unset; border-top-width: unset; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; padding: 16px 0px;"><div class="style-scope ytd-video-description-transcript-section-renderer" id="header" style="background: repeat; border: 0px; display: flex; flex-direction: row; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></div></ytd-video-description-transcript-section-renderer></div></ytd-structured-description-content-renderer></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-5272455956098586052024-02-05T17:52:00.003+00:002024-02-05T17:52:36.376+00:00The Parting Glass<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0c__ddZXy6QB_FgyfEkEkUaCJBsa27TLi3p-RpDNSSa9iFdr2sU_rqvmglutf5_A66dSurtM2a1_xm4utLp3rA5YT3ujpbBIHTb4fvZflsN-t-0MgZ-NfqQf09yZrfiKPMiuWTpPcF3-TYVBxs-B-Mep1_h1FH9FXv6LE34ydO7p2_Z3heaFxuw/s2522/Screenshot%202024-02-04%20at%2021.48.52.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1408" data-original-width="2522" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0c__ddZXy6QB_FgyfEkEkUaCJBsa27TLi3p-RpDNSSa9iFdr2sU_rqvmglutf5_A66dSurtM2a1_xm4utLp3rA5YT3ujpbBIHTb4fvZflsN-t-0MgZ-NfqQf09yZrfiKPMiuWTpPcF3-TYVBxs-B-Mep1_h1FH9FXv6LE34ydO7p2_Z3heaFxuw/w602-h337/Screenshot%202024-02-04%20at%2021.48.52.png" width="602" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><h1 style="text-align: left;">Quite pleased with this.</h1><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><a href="https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/track/the-parting-glass-3" style="font-size: x-large;">https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/track/the-parting-glass-3</a></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="tralbumData tralbum-about" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The last song we did at Burns Night 2024. (That's our Chaucerian host John McRuddy in the picture). The song is often sung at the end of a gathering of friends and it is reportedly the most popular parting song sung in Scotland before Robert Burns wrote "Auld Lang Syne." Its popularity in Ireland has deeply influenced its sound and led to it being claimed as an Irish folk song. It was definitely not written by Joseph Haydn, as once claimed.</span></div><h3 class="lyrics-label" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; left: -10000px; margin: 0px 0px 7px; position: absolute; top: -10000px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lyrics</span></h3><div class="tralbumData lyricsText" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of all the money that e'er I had<br />I have spent it in good company<br />Oh and all the harm I've ever done<br />Alas, it was to none but me<br />And all I've done for want of wit<br />To memory now I can't recall<br />So fill to me the parting glass<br />Good night and joy be to you all<br />So fill to me the parting glass<br />And drink a health whate'er befalls<br />Then gently rise and softly call<br />Good night and joy be to you all<br />Of all the comrades that e'er I had<br />They're sorry for my going away<br />And all the sweethearts that e'er I had<br />They would wish me one more day to stay<br />But since it fell into my lot<br />That I should rise and you should not<br />I'll gently rise and softly call<br />Good night and joy be to you all<br />So fill to me the parting glass<br />And drink a health whate'er befalls<br />Then gently rise and softly call<br />Good night and joy be to you all<br />But since it fell into my lot<br />That I should rise and you should not<br />I'll gently rise and softly call<br />Good night and joy be to you all<br />So fill to me the parting glass<br />And drink a health whate'er befalls<br />Then gently rise and softly call<br />Good night and joy be to you all<br />Good night and joy be to you all</span></div><h3 class="credits-label" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; left: -10000px; margin: 0px 0px 7px; position: absolute; top: -10000px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">credits</span></h3><div class="tralbumData tralbum-credits" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: medium;">released January 30, 2024<br />Songwriters: Trad / David Anthony Downes<br /><br />Maz - lead vocal, acoustic guitar<br /><br />Gaz - bass, glass, foot drum, hi hat, shaker</span></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-87021689249211417212024-02-01T10:31:00.006+00:002024-02-28T12:08:07.771+00:00Fatea showcase Spring 2024<div><a href="https://www.fatea-records.co.uk/magazine/"><span style="font-size: large;">https://www.fatea-records.co.uk/magazine/</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="x1qjc9v5 x972fbf xcfux6l x1qhh985 xm0m39n x9f619 x78zum5 xdt5ytf x2lah0s xk390pu xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x1n2onr6 xggy1nq x11njtxf" role="button" style="align-items: stretch; 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padding: 0px;">Fatea Showcase Sessions Spring 2024:Skin<br />Fatea is proud to announce the new Fatea Showcase Session Spring 2024:Skin is ready to download<br />Once again we've looked at the fantastic releases that have come through the Fatea office and put together an eclectic mix of some of the best rising names across the acoustic spectrum for your enjoyment.<br /><br />Featuring 16 incredible artist we think you'll be amazed and captivated by the strength of the songs that will be available for you to download on the Fatea Showcase Session Spring 2024:Skin compilation. www.fatea-showcase-sessions.co.uk<br /><br />01. Filkin’s Drift - The Girl I Left Behind Me<br />02. Hevelwood - The Banks Of The Dee<br />03. Siobhan McCrudden - Iron Goddess<br />04. Harry Bird - Cerberus<br />05. Elena Duff - The Forest Song<br />06. Holly & The Reivers - The Three Danish Galleys<br />07. Piskey Led - Ashton Famine<br />08. Annown - Like The Roses<br />09. Lauren South - Tiny Boat<br />10. Wychbury - Geordie<br />11. Foxbridge - Sirens Used To Sing<br />12. Ellie Walker - My Heart Beats On<br />13. Luke Giles - Boating Up Sandy/Nancy Blevins<br />14. Veronica Drozdowski - Out<br />15. Peacock’s Tale - Lancelot And The Grail Maiden<br />16. Holly Carter - Stella<br /><br />"Skin" is the 64th download in the Fatea Showcase Sessions series and will be available from February 1st until April 30th 2024. This is the 17th series of releases<br /><br />The download comes to you at no charge. Support the artists involved by listening to the download and then more of their songs, buying their albums, going to their gigs, writing about them on Facebook, publicising them on Instagram etc.<br /><br />The 2024 Fatea Showcase Session Front Covers are artworked by Jon Loomes<br /><a class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x1ejq31n xd10rxx x1sy0etr x17r0tee x972fbf xcfux6l x1qhh985 xm0m39n x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz _aa9_ _a6hd" href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/download/" role="link" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; cursor: pointer; display: inline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: currentcolor; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0">#download</a> <a class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x1ejq31n xd10rxx x1sy0etr x17r0tee x972fbf xcfux6l x1qhh985 xm0m39n x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz _aa9_ _a6hd" href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/music/" role="link" style="border-style: none; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXLY__y-2nDzKvM-HBd00m4H6RJxfyzbqvSxUqWEjVh-sVbAyYvazRWOjoWeNL6yM2AniBe5ZyvuuN-6rUrsMBu0Xq5C0zZB0UaT6GWbdYvyxrK_b1W6nUUrGvzj3a3VeWnzWeJt2Ma2RYC7pfKGV6CAz4HZg3KHVw0MW-C034xsr3nMVpRljIQ/s2570/Screenshot%202024-02-10%20at%2015.26.32.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1664" data-original-width="2570" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXLY__y-2nDzKvM-HBd00m4H6RJxfyzbqvSxUqWEjVh-sVbAyYvazRWOjoWeNL6yM2AniBe5ZyvuuN-6rUrsMBu0Xq5C0zZB0UaT6GWbdYvyxrK_b1W6nUUrGvzj3a3VeWnzWeJt2Ma2RYC7pfKGV6CAz4HZg3KHVw0MW-C034xsr3nMVpRljIQ/w640-h414/Screenshot%202024-02-10%20at%2015.26.32.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gGW91Ljo5p0" width="320" youtube-src-id="gGW91Ljo5p0"></iframe></div><br />The title track from our forthcoming Arthur project "Wake King Arthur" and one that contrives to wake him up from his long sleep and come and save us from the appalling mess we are in at the moment. When a British government proudly adopts a motto like "Stop The Boats" as its shining motto and ideal you know we have fallen a long way from the Lost Land of chivalry and mercy, of might defending justice, which thrilled and inspired me as a boy.
Wake me, wake me
He come out on top, he beat
Hordes of heathen, he pluck
Swords of lightning from the
BC AD 6 and 6/9teenth Century
Justice might and mercy king of all chivalry.
Wake me, wake me
He Arth and Ursus, he yoke
Rome and Logres, he ride
Wings and horses, he steal
Grails from Annwn as a
Norman knight a bird of prey an earthed angel tree,
Celtic god a Dark Age white horse galloping free.
Woke King Arthur
In the 20th
Century.
Wake me, wake me
He ever present, he a
Church-hilled dragon, he the
King of Europe, never
Heard of England, he a
Druid henge a hollow hill a forest a sea
British May King ever changing eternity.
Woke King Arthur
In the 20th
Century.
(spoken) You who think you defend
This lost land of Logres
From drowning migrants
For your offshore profits
You're not Arthur's Britons
Follow your money
GO!
He fights invaders who claim
Lost Land acres from the
Drowning migrants, for their
Offshore profits, he’s the
Lose yourself to save yourself they don’t want to see
Release the Pax Britannia brand of Arthur-ity.
Woke King Arthur
In the Twenty first
Century.</span></span></span></div></div></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-11678635944279633902024-01-30T13:50:00.004+00:002024-01-30T13:50:40.767+00:00International Burns Night, January 25 2024<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/n2HvKNi82eM?si=62nMCeHqlXJkCLnB" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/n2HvKNi82eM/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Six old friends/ 3 old married couples/ in kilts and tartan celebrate friendship and the immortal memory of Robbie Burns with banter, banquet, bonhomie, a fist-load of poems and songs in a warm and winter-banishing Norfolk interior. The poems - and what poems they are, brimming over like a good ale and whisky with life, love, joy, sorrow, music and laughter- include Address to the Haggis, The Selkirk Grace, To A Mouse, Ae Fond Kiss, A Man's a Man For A' That, My Soldier Laddie, The Henpecked Housewife, The Wife's Lament, "recently discovered" 'Burns' first drafts (satires on Burns targets in our own day including an Elegy for The Year 2023 based on his Elegy For The Year before the French Revolution, 1788) and the songs - ostensibly led by Peacock's Tale folk indie duo!- include Auld Lang Syne (which Burns wrote) The Parting Glass and Will Ye Go Lassie Go which he probably sang. Robbie, you have given us many a glorious evening - none more so than this one - God bless you for it and (as you may have noticed we say in the film a bit) lang may yer lum reek!</span></span></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-14835732831048045842024-01-25T11:42:00.006+00:002024-01-25T11:42:49.501+00:00Evoking Spring From The Clued Ouija Board. No? Yes!<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/vgoq3Ob0LWY?si=AakW8grUy23Qd82P" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Colonel Mustard, in the Dining Room with smoking Revolver, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Asks where any secret passage to Happiness is.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"There's no Way Out," sighs Eve Lady Peacock, "no 4-cornered flights<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From this Clued-Ouija Board, just the Night Train to Dis.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;">DIS APPEARS! The plot convenes. Its</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"> Argus vision pans. “We indict!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In every room. With every weapon... The Snow Queen of Has-beens,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Black and Cock Robin, breakfast cereal murderin’ … <i>MRS WHITE!"</i> ….. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I ’AD TO BLEACH THE ’OUSE OF ALL THE BLACKS, BROWNS AND GREENS!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“You’re not Lady Peacock!” Mustard tears off her mask, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“What have done with my Lady P?” “I <u>AM</u> her and shall forever be<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eng-land as it is in Heritage! Your Lady Daily Male, your buried Hastings,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm -7.05pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Your Mustard-servin’ Cod-Psycho Private I, survivin’! Your ‘Me.’ Marry Me!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mrs White is marched away and Winter goes with her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Spring is back on the menu, multi-coloured and diverse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dis approves as Jack Green is betrothed to Miss Scarlet;<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dis agrees as Poirot blossoms and a primrose Jane demurs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dis untangles the Brown Lady, reveals Parvati-Proserpina<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In a Wife-of-Turnip-Townshend ghost-disguise! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr Black blows his trumpet, England's foundations rock,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Green Eyes dances Blue Eyes into the sunrise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm 7.1pt 0.0001pt 42.55pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-72550991301269094792024-01-19T10:57:00.006+00:002024-01-19T14:12:52.369+00:00Dodgy Bob<div><br /></div><div><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/rfa3_81rB4U?si=20mYZodQ3quyVc9_" width="480"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="tralbumData tralbum-about" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: large;">Robert Walpole (1676-1745) the Whig MP for Castle Rising (1701-02) and King's Lynn (1702-12 and 1713-42) was the first and still longest serving Prime Minister of Great Britain: 21 continuous years, 1721-1742. He also built and stocked with treasures one of the most palatial houses in England, that architectural wonder amid the fields and lanes of West Norfolk: Houghton Hall.<br /><br />With his Norfolk neighbour brother in law, the Lord Lieutenant of the county Viscount 'Turnip' Townshend until 1730, and thereafter alone, he ran the growing colonial and trading powerhouse of Whig England as it began to dominate the globe. Like Townshend he refused to moderate his strong Norfolk accent. Unlike Townshend, he was an eloquent and charismatic speaker. And unlike most PMs he presided over a growing economy and a 20 year peace. He developed the 'cabinet' system of government, used his study at Houghton as his office and (it is said) always opened his letters from his estate gamekeeper before those pertaining to the affairs of the nation. <br /><br />Doomed to permanent Opposition, the Tory wits<span class="bcTruncateMore"> - Fielding, Swift, Johnson, Pope to name but four of the most fearsome satirists to ever sharpen a pen - hated and despised him. You can find belittling and demonised versions of him in Lilliput and at least one of the other lands Gulliver travels and biting laughter at his expense in the satires and commentaries of all four geniuses. But, warts and all, he was an epic man in every way: magnitude and length of office, ambition, personality, grandeur (Houghton Hall is his fitting monument) corruption, power politics, man/ King management, the dramatic sustained rise, the sudden fall ( "Who Killed Cock Robin?" became a popular song at the time) and - increasing as the years went by - his own physique. He was so enormous in physical size by his death that they were unable to force his three hundredweight bulk into the stone coffin in his family tomb at Houghton and he reportedly burst before they finally managed to do so.<br /><br />An (extra large) folk ballad is a perfect fit for such a mortal. If some of his faults are unattractive, many of them are entertaining - a 'dodgy' Norfolk builder brilliantly running an Empire. He has flawed greatness and grandeur but it is comic rather than tragic. He is more Adam than Satan. And, like all hopeful mortals, in the end he comes a cropper. We love the Egyptian* figures Warwick brings to our "Pharaoh of the Flaw" and the Flanders and Swann* which move this folk ballad away from the understated and dignified sinking of a Sir Patrick Spens towards the comic trapdoor exit of a Falstaff. We hope you enjoy him as much as we do. <br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="tralbumData tralbum-about" style="margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); clear: both; color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBr6Pgt3qECnefR2uyP8IzLDrniUwxljqPS9EvwEU20pSUt3qcwVfql0nikvG6TcY8MEiHZhgTMRzWdKL8Fz26hYrSiI4-vQ1v0cMz84nS280IUupxMZCZYoeAeIG60jbCY5R0qxzBvaB9mbYk_2t6wjBtQXvhiOsrWS4pukYPKs8SwDodTY6IQ/s4032/IMG_1340.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBr6Pgt3qECnefR2uyP8IzLDrniUwxljqPS9EvwEU20pSUt3qcwVfql0nikvG6TcY8MEiHZhgTMRzWdKL8Fz26hYrSiI4-vQ1v0cMz84nS280IUupxMZCZYoeAeIG60jbCY5R0qxzBvaB9mbYk_2t6wjBtQXvhiOsrWS4pukYPKs8SwDodTY6IQ/s320/IMG_1340.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); 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text-align: center;"><span style="color: #363636; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54);"><a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@peacocksfan5/video/7324289465122376992">https://www.tiktok.com/@peacocksfan5/video/7324289465122376992</a></span></span></div><br /><span class="bcTruncateMore" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><h3 class="lyrics-label" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; left: -10000px; margin: 0px 0px 7px; position: absolute; top: -10000px;"><span style="font-size: large;">lyrics</span></h3><div class="tralbumData lyricsText" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size-adjust: none; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Ballad of Sir Robert Walpole (Bob of Lynn)<br /><br />Knight of the slightly drooping Garter,<br />King of Bankrupt Hall,<br />Lord of the Backstairs Tower Tryst,<br />Stout Adam of the Fall.<br /><br />Richeldis, Julian, Sawtrey, Nelson,<br />Boleyn and Boudicca tall,<br />Margery, Fanny, Turnip, Kett,<br />Old Tom Paine and all-<br /><br />Norfolk and good our heroes stand<br />With something pure about ’em<br />But none more Norfolk nor more good<br />Than Dodgy Bob of Houghton.<br /><br />Sir Robert Walpole, King of Sink,<br />The Pharaoh of the Flaw,<br />The not so bumpkin Norfolk dumplin’<br />Loophole in the Law.<br /><br />The first Prime Minister and still<br />Unequalled in that office;<br />The backwoods front-man, laughing loud,<br />The Prince of Peace – and Profits.<br /><br />The Age he named is hero-free,<br />No children need to know.<br />They keep it off the syllabus,<br />No killers boldly go. <br /><br />No Bonnie Charlie anthems, saints,<br />No bagpipe calls to arms;<br />Just German Georges 1 and 2,<br />Enlightenment and farms.<br /><br />The beau, the rake, the dandy, fop, <br />The mistress-paying knights,<br />The hypocrite with itchy palm:<br />‘All thesemen have their price.’<br /><br />Sir Robert Walpole, Count of Cash,<br />The Pharaoh of the Flaw,<br />The not so bumpkin country speakin’ <br />Loophole in the Law.<br /><br />His Babel built ‘too far from London’ [12]<br />Under a Norfolk bushel<br />The Neptune and Britannia Rampant<br />Counting House as Castle.<br /><br />His bust and Caesar hairdo placed<br />A British cut above<br />The classic Mantle he assumed<br />Of Wisdom, Justice, Love.<br /><br />Removed the timber duty while<br />He ordered his supplies,<br />Avoided Finished Buildings tax<br />With one unfinished frieze.<br /><br />Sir Robert Walpole, Earl of Ease, <br />The Pharaoh of the Flaw,<br />The ruddy cunnin’ Norfolk rulin’<br />Loophole in the Law.<br /><br />Our burly boisterous backhand Bob<br />Was bawdy in his cups<br />Had heart-to-hearts with kings and queens<br />Yet kept the common touch.<br /><br />And when the South Sea Bubble burst<br />And drowned both Whig and Tory,<br />He saved the country with a speech<br />And rode the tide to glory <br /><br />Avoided War for eighteen years<br />Of Profit weighed with cost,<br />‘They ring the bells, they’ll wring their hands,’<br />He said when Peace was lost.<br /><br />Sir Robert Loophole, Laughin’ Bob,<br />The Prophet of the Flaw,<br />Three hundredweight of Killed Cock Robin<br />Loophole in the Law.</span></div><h3 class="credits-label" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; left: -10000px; margin: 0px 0px 7px; position: absolute; top: -10000px;"><span style="font-size: large;">credits</span></h3><div class="tralbumData tralbum-credits" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: large;">released January 18, 2024<br />Warwick Jones composed the tune and plays it.<br /><br />Gaz sings lead vocal, pitches in on the final chorus, plucks a minimalist bass line, hits a snare and bashes a hi hat. <br /><br />Maz sings harmony vocal.<br /><br />Warwick Jones writes:<br /><br />"This, like most of the tunes that I composed for the “Doin different” ballads, had the guitar tuned to DADGAD as opposed to the conventional EADGBE.<br />Bob Walpole was originally done without the capo and started in a sort of D minor key for the intro which then changes into a D major key for the verse.<br />Using the capo on the second fret for the version on the video, this equates to E minor turning into E major (Cole Porter eat your heart out….).<br />The “E minor” is not a conventional western scale but is more of an oriental version.<br />A classically trained musician would probably be able to tell me exactly what I was doing, but I just played what felt good.<br />The two different “modes” for verse and chorus just seemed to naturally fit the narrative."</span></div></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-57475255820706402592024-01-02T08:41:00.003+00:002024-01-02T11:33:51.177+00:00Who Killed Cock Robin? A Norfolk Noir. All 9 episodes. Farewell Performa...<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/rntRJaONA3Q?si=eEXioe15Iq2eSJ4W" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/rntRJaONA3Q/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">THE TEXT</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> (“Who Killed Cock Robin?”)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Act 1.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I. The End of the Line</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Squire Peacock lounges over the white marble floor,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">No rope round his neck; no knife in his back,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">No candlestick pestling his little grey cells,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Just the world in a virus, a corona attack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">All the wanna-nobs flocked to Cock Hall( ) last night</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Snob-noshing beneath feudal chandeliers,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Watching Cavalier points under courtesies, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Filles fiancéd, fillies fielded, fences, finance, feudings, fears.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Now, as still as his statues, their host lies dead,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">His white palace frozen and under a cloud</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">His Olympian, cut-diamond, snow queen is caught:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Clytemnestra clutching a red-handed shroud.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">DI Ken Hill, DS Len Wade, in Conservatory with masks,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Bag up the hanky, "If you’re on there, we’ll find ya!”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"But one dropped it in Argos – no, Iceland - with one’s lover.” “He</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Was picked up last night, with your diamonds, in China!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Lady Peacock protests, to Chief Constable Melton, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Why would I murder the Last of the Peacocks?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">He's the father of half of my children," (she snorts) “my </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Cock, lock and stock; (sniffs) my chocs, rocks, and frocks."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Mrs White, the Housekeeper, pure as driven snow</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockading the Mistress from 'these lowlifes', steps up:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Ditch the Peacock au vin, box the Snobside of Brexit </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And keep all these doors to the Outside shut."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Iceni crime scenes and Welsh caravans</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">hurtling East on Celtic routes to Little England in the Styx </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">through a privatised transport of isolated bacterial cultures going West</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(carrying the murder hanky) not to mention Postmodern Post-man </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Pat’s bright red van, its owner arrested </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">by a masked Private Plod for ‘letterboxing’ 658 properties</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and 2 metres up Snow White’s elephant SUV rear </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">stockpiled with shopping while the NHS serves on empty</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and her souvenir edition of the Daily Authoritarian Past Tense Straight Linear Cause-Effect Oxygen-Supply-Demand Semi-Detached Bourgeois Realist Plot In-My-Beginning Is-My-Middle-England-Ever-After Revenge Narrative </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">heavy with the story of Mrs White’s extinction- </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">replacement by Dr Orchid, Dr Black's secret daughter,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind a self-serving fox in a diva’s dj </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">jeering in from the hard right down the middle of the road</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">to upstage White’s extinction rebellion </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">biting the empty hands that don’t clap it</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">snarling who’d sniff THAT orchid? (“I thank you!”)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and barking about National Health Servants who “need to be applauded to do their jobs”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Block the Boudicca Trail up the B666. "This</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ain't the road to ‘Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch’ *</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the road to Dis."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Brown Lady appears with a headless Dr Black,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Are you seeing ghosts, milady, or old sins coming back?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow White takes them out in a panic attack:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Not part of the cult-cha; not part of the pack!" </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">* “The church of St Mary in a hollow of white hazel, near to the rapid whirlpool and to St Tisilio church, near to a red cave” (A vital clue revealing the entire narrative of the murder and the identity of the murderer in an ancient encryption. Not lost on Chris Rea).</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">II. Cock Hall</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When Dr Blake was murdered, I knew I’d be next,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“There IS a society.” Black wrote it. I ran it. My Eden</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Was his word plot until Eve let the Colonel in. Mustard’s</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Speechless-rage counter-plotters killed Blak to kill the vision;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Killed me for my kenning Hall: its Saxon foundation;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its Civil War change of hands; its New Age victory diggers</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">For Boudicca’s grave Gone West, her wild la mére chariot reined</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Like a drop into timeless Ocean, clocked in Roman figures;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My built-on-Boudicca’s grave (hence the diggers can’t find it)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Roman-floored; Saxon-earthed; Viking-treasured; Norman-castled;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Priory-rubbled; black corpse cellared, mad wife atticed; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Heritage theme-parked, ancestral seat of Little England;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its Camelot-Spooked Room 101 A, filled with death kites from China;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its Dorothy Walpole Townshend Whig Brown Lady’s</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dis-Embody of a sunset on a huge pink map</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dis-Honouring its debts in the East and West Indies;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Its levelling reputation as the nest of a Robin Hood </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Gone Green on growth, employment, health, social justice</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And of a Walpole, lending world colossus perspective</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To Mustard’s private-I-sations; his pigmy Empires in the Styxes.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">‘Super’ Market-Law of Bourgeois Realist Plod slams my casket; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">‘CRACKS’ the case. Deaf to my howlings from beyond the grave,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Blind to Ken Hill’s hidden depths of Celtic gold</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And looking in all the wrong places for a motive.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Arthurian Ladywell flood-rocks out in the Styx </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and crossroad crews of freezing immigrant field-slaves</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">feeding credit crunch into inflated bankers</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind Mrs White, private mask off </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">blowing away the cobwebs</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">20 virus-people-carrier miles from lockdown</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">along Mustard’s Golden Guinea Sands into the public’s face </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind Joyce, Dr Black’s typist, singing </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“a Blake more born in Barbary” by William Bloke</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">at the wheel of her green man van (an Odyssey 2019)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind the Clued Ouija Board late for a meeting</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">securing a pale horse crime scene that’s already bolted</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">past a testing kit convoy that isn’t there</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and a video surveillance police unit chasing</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">a missed apocalypse call around the bend</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">into the long right arm of the law</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">waving its amputated left</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">STOP! YOU ARE SURROUNDED </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">BY ONE-</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">ARMED POLICE!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Block the Boudicca trail up the B666.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This ain’t the road to the Holy Grail.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the road to Dis.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Brown Lady appears with a headless Dr Black,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> "You built this pile on African slaves, give it back."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow White takes them out in panic attack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Not part of the culture, not part of the pack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">III. Ken Loses The Plot</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Boss, we need this result, all the Lounge Billiard Ballrooms;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">All the hounds on The Eastern Daily Mail;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">All the Skulthorpes and Death-Creakes of self-isolation</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Will cue our coronas to Cock, if we fail.”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Have a night off in Lynn with the Neighbourhood Watch,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Catch the best show in town on their CCTV</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Watch the Linnets. Relax. The CC's brought in two of his own,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Agatha Christ-Eyes from AC/OCD..."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"We’re the Freud Squad, n’est ce pas?" bows ol' Ercule to Jane.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">She drops a purled stitch and smooths her church lace,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Jumpy as a polter in Guist,"Oh indeed!" going pink,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Cock Hall, like Hell Hall, is a very lonely place."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"And a Chaos of flowerbeds, imbecile that I am,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My ideas as deranged as PC Plot’s rouge-stained collar."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"There’s a fire in my brain and an ache in my heart,” </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Coughs Jane, "of what does that remind me, I wonder?" </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">His grey cells detain her woodland-nymph foot</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In a slender Paris shoe that mounts a soft stair</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Of Victorian passion through seven dropped veils,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">L'amour a la mode… Achoo!... avant la Grand Guerre....</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">An Herculean stud exploding from tight city trews</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Hits smartly the small of Miss Marple's back,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> “J’ai désole! C’est le crime de passion, ca!" But she’s hooked. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Two Eyes,” hers answer, “to follow the murderer’s tack.”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Roman Remains and self-Brexit car jams</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">jarring up a beach road</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> through Little England in the Styx </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">jerkily mis-directed around the ruins of ‘Jerusalem’</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr Blake’s visionary folly, originally a chapel;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">since the Death of the Author, a shrine,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and, after serial deconstruction, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">a pocket-sized postmodern pastiche of Styles holiday home</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">for Mrs Wight’s beach whale SUV</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">parked outside her fridge and TV</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">to save her the trouble</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">of having to waddle</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and closing the public highway to the sea</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">by California-dried matinee private idol CIA heart-throbs </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Frank and Mark Adams filming</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Thought for the Day with Private Fraser</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(“WE’RE ALL DUMED!)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Midwinter Murders </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and an episode of Top Cat </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">where he gets the world back</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">‘for not liking me’</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">with the President of the United States</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Block the Boudicca Trail up the B666. "This</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ain't the road to La Dolce Vita in Paradiso Elysium.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the road to Dis."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Brown Lady appears with a headless Dr Blake,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Tarot card Britains facing forward and back.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow White takes them out in a panic attack:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Not part of the cult-cha; not part of the pack!" </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">IV. The Seat of Power</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In a waking dream of un-buried murder,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Christie’s Argus ‘Eyes’ descend to the gun room below,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Under all the tall storeys and ivory towers, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">At the base of the noble mind, here, we know.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The viral Prof Plum has Scarlet’s software on his hard-drive!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"In your what-happens-next, whodunit waits upon 'I would'</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Your class is the village's vampire, my child,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The dead past sucking its rosy future's blood.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Now your father lies dead in a corona of thorns,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Evil future injected in God’s old lead money veins,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Play their Roman church candle shtick Fall Guy- and boom!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Nothing on earth to lose but your chains."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"All those grey, blue-rinsed, white lies they told me, Aunt Jane!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">For that ethical farmer, so reverend Green</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Just to ravish Dad’s blood-watered crops, not me!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Plumski's deep-frozen spirit was never so mean."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"But his youth’s fever dream in an old man’s fevered crown,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Through your guilt”, Poirot cries, “is controlling your brain!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Life is Evil Made Do ('Made Old, You Old Maid!' sobs the Prof) </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Or Made Good. Be the star of her fallen morning!" pleads Jane.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Prof remembers that spring atop the winter palace, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The warm youth he was… she has now. And then</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To save her young heart, he blows out his brains. Poirot ducks.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Marple sighs, "An heroic, unhappy, almost English (dead) end! "</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Saxon boneyards and island-nation-sand-rammed </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">white builders' man-vans behind a fallen apple tree</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">not to mention Postmodern Post-man Pat in a moonstone-bright </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ghost Office delivery juggernaut for Mrs self-island Wight -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">in her self-unconscious authoritarian past tense</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">daily dis mall newspaper that hates Britain showhome </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">straight linear cause-effect oxygen-supply-demand </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">semi-detached bourgeois realist plot in-my-beginning </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">is-my-Middle-England-ever-after revenge narrative </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">planetary-extinction-with-farm-views cul de sac -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">of Argos ventilators; Amazon vaccines;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">morgue suites from Iceland; gowns and masks from China; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and a private hospice the size of a small town </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">from Dis Mall Bathware, Kitchen & Hall </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind a rather remote-looking doctor </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">to whom she just gave her symptoms</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">being tracked 20 gridlocked miles out of Lee Harvey Oswald Drive, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Washport, by THE CYBERTROLL SHOUTING “WHODUNIT!”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">HE CARRIED HERE IT IN HIS TARDIS! HE’S A NASTY MAN!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(“we all dunit! says Ken Hill. Non, Noes Poirot</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“we are all the murderer and all the victim, oui, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">but the self-isolation in the public spirit, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and the self-isolation of the self-interest, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">are not at all the same</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">there is one here who murders society itself,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">who is not at all le good bourgeois </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">he appears on the surface;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">in his Chelski-blue shirts and his boots of Bahrain</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and his Mend & Make Do & Die PPE Kits </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">of Little England in the Styx.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">he is the one to blame; as the coroner will explain; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">HE is the Cain;” “or SHE,” coughs Jane)…</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Block the Boudicca Trail up the B666. "This</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ain't the road to Midsomer Maidens In The Woods Next The Tavern.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the road to Dis"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Brown Lady appears with a headless Dr Blake.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">She’s running late with all the traffic; she’s speaking through the flak,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Krishna's Eyes in your Peacock tale: give them back!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow White takes them out in a panic attack:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Not part of the cult-cha; not part of the pack!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Act 2.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I. Colonel Mustard's Counterplot </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">After life's chokes and splutters, the Squire sleeps well,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(Mustard's unconscious death-wish to be Squire can't stop him)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">But the Christie slams shut and England’s unsolved, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Not coughing in its sleep, more asleep in its coffin.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dick Sparrow, a Super Head in the Clouds of (un)Doing,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Out of office (all) hours, baton-slick, born to run,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Guards the van of a new charge, retraining the House guides</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In HERITAGE HOMICIDE HOLIDAY FUN!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"It's political correctness gone m-mad!" trumps the Colonel </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">As his bust of Dr Black is burned. "That pike-lip: it's</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">An original colonial design!" "Norman, you're political in</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Correctness gone mad," says Miss Scarlet, "you’re Auschwitz.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Your ‘omniscient’ Nazi counterplot with private alib-Eye</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Would 'remove' PC Plot (and lady suspects from his scene</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To your kitchen/bedroom ) wipe your hand from the Blade , unbreakably </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Frame: Black for Dad, Brown for Plum, and petrol-tank Jack Green!”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Colonel’s private Market Force glides over from Burnham </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In a fleet of Chelsea tractors, each the size of his mother’s hearse</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(As Eve falls) private wealth-cushioned against the potholes</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To the Common, where a cold cougher pinches his private purse.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“When my Vikings scythed Blake’s head off at your Norfolk Noir launch</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Of his PRIVATE I'S-ATION AND THE MURDER MOST FOUL</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">OF ONE NATION BRITAIN , I ‘solved’ the Death of that Author</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">But his ghost possesses Cock Hall, damn his black bestseller soul!”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Viking murders and self-escape yachts</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">through titanic migrant waters </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">spilling Undead Rule Britannia landslides </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">of beached red herring </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">yanked out of the frying pan of Europe</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">into a twin tower safety burger to take out </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">live far eastern markets </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and kit-supplied far eastern science</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">from these global-virus-conquered, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Nelson Victory lanes</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">by double cross-eyed 2020 vision </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">under-cover commie chefs Frank n Mark Adams</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> (“Government contracted on a private number.”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> “You’re a marked man, Frank”; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“You’re a franked man, Mark”)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind the Black Shuck Headline Hell Hound </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">of The Baskerville Telegraph </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">chasing a wild goose: </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">a big game bargain-hunter in a mask</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">shooting 30 miles up to a Lidl in another town </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">in a top-of-the-range rover (clapping the NHS out of one window; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">taxing its leave-to-remain out the other;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">driven by no kind of need except ‘GREED IS GOOD’</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">keeping the wheels of capitalism and coronavirus turning;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">chuntering “there IS no society</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">it’s up to the individual not the State how we risk our bodies</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and those of our neighbours and colleagues…</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">until we need the NHS, the BBC, the RAF</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">to save our little I-land of alien nation)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Block the Boudicca Trail up the B666. "This</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ain't the road to Valhalla in the Havens on the Haystacks next the Sea. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the road to Dis."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Brown Lady appears with a headless Dr Black,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ghosts of an Empire Colonel Mustard wants back;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow Wolf takes them out in a panic attack:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Not part of the cult-cha; not part of the pack!"</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">II. Captain Hastings’ Elimination </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m snowed in at The King’s Head by holiday Homers </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Who park three 4 by 4s EACH in lanes built for the horse!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And a Berlin Wall roadworks winter-timed by the council </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To suit this Public House not the PUBLIC of course.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It can’t be Scarlet, though she Nayed the squire her father</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And his bridal nomination, she loved them both (sur)really; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Her flirtation with the Prof was just a lovely filly’s folly</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">With an NHS-under-bed Red, a free and PPEasy.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“Nor Royalist Lady Peacock, though she ‘Dissed’ the squire her husband’s</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Agreeing their daughter’s union with Radical Green Jack</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, we know who wore the jodhpurs in the Peacock marriage.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">No need to kill a spouse she could whip to Dis - and back;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“Nor the Colonel with his Nasser-splintered one-eye Eden glass</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And private fly that saw him die for Eve’s attention since Eton,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Private selfies on the Oedipus trail, rewarded then, as now,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">With Abel’s Caining and that private after-healthcare with matron.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(“Not on our NHS that hawks, with bright crack-papering bills,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">ALL FOR SOME; SOMME FOR ALL; NO FUTURE; NO VACCINE; NO ANTIBIOTICS</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">But why we need an implant and a whitening root canal</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And ALL the latest BARGAINS in surgical cosmetics!!!)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“Nor Black & Brown, whose Looks could, couldn’t Murder in a Library </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">From which they’ve been expired. Nor Jack the Public Green </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In a Scarlet Study: he gave me his Old School word. And so</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Beyond our DI Ken, a Last Trump over Poirot… it can only… have been:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">M-m-m-AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Old Civil War siege-works and laughing Cavalier</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">one eyed lockdown-breaking </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Good King Charles Interpretation of History pub-tours </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">sponsored by Specsavers (should have gone to Oedipus) </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">2020 vision private double-cross four-eyed by Kentucky-fried,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">California-dried CIA agents Frank n Mark Adams </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(“Government contracted on a private number” </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“You’re a marked man, Frank”; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“You’re a franked man, Mark”)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">staking out a lost Castle of Perseverance</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">in an angel-wing mirror</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">cracked from side to side</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">between the Word on the street </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and a Marlow hip-pocket vision of the bay </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s a paradise… lost:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">fig leaves and Freudian slips </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">on the new line between the public</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and the private</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> I</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">still working the First Murder case </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">from dawn to dewy Eve like</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">FOREVER because WE dunnit, Mark.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(you mean like Oedipus, Frank?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Oedipus is all right if you like modern. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I mean like CAIN, Mark)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">gridlocked </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind a coffin cul de sac</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">parallel nosy parker</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">in a white elephant SUV</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">with out of real estate plates</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Block the Boudicca trail up the B666.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This ain’t the road to a New Model Millennium of the Saints.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the Road to Dis.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Brown Lady appears with a headless Dr. Black</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And an All-in-all Saints commonwealth, plain English Jill and Jack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow White takes them out in a proud boy panic attack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Not part of the cult-cha, not part of the pack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">III. PC Plot’s Arrest</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"THERE'S BEEN ANOTHER MURDER!" over-acts the Superhead</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In the dug up Saxon boneyard, then sees the grave’s for real:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Captain Hastings in the trench, a Norman arrow through his 'I'</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ghost-written there by Mustard as 'The Squire' who cuts this deal:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“I’m your born-to-be-General and life’s dealt m-me a loaded hand.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">You can put your m-mortgage, children’s centre, white & blue shirt on me.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">You can bank on another M-Mayfair house, another Grenfell hotel,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">A neo-liberal M-murder case unleashing m-my Land of the Free</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To trump as one (Mrs White too loud) “Build a Great Wall around China.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Send all the corona-sick yellowbellies; owlish Gretas; fires, bugs, rains; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Locusts, floods, foreign bodies, nasty reporters; hurricanes (you want </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Fries with that vaccine?) back where the virus came…</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“Mustard’s Holiday Hearths (with Chef ‘Gammon’ White) the new Kings</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Of Cock Hall, will keep all our outlets open; all our inlets closed.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Together, we can carpet bomb the pinko out of this commie corona </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">With our hyper-ventil, market-leadin’, privateer overdose.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“Comme les généraux de mon pauvre capitaine Hastings à la Somme,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Your Private I’s too narrow, a troll’s blind glare at the Sun,”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Cries Green Eyes, glowing. “Game’s Up, ‘General’! Come into Mummy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">For Supper,” pleads Jane. “NO! Let’s get this M-murder done!”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">STOP THE TEXT!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“We harrest this minimalist counter-plot against Who Killed Cock Robin</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">For asset-strip/un-solv/ing the Excalibur Brand of Britain,”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Truncheons (W)PC Plot, “No account for the Cat what killed ’im</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Could be so far behind the lines, so blithely underwritten…-” </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">First World War Aerodrome man-shells Somme-being Back from the Front to be blown up the ammo-box stairway of their Safe Bilayati Homes </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind a ten-seater-one-man bandwagon right up its own ass </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">underwritten off through an ambulance</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">accelerated to a standstill by a Stop Cat</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">wall-eyed and simpsons-complexioned in the headlights</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">undertaking the middle of the road to conduct</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Scheidt’s Symphony N. 2 in D Trump Major</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">with a riot gun and a bottle of thick bleach</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and a big white Lie to cancel every reckoning</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">round the bend </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">of toilet creek</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> down the</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> free</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">way </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">to hell </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">mouth </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">first</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“i will make you </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">phishers of men</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">-<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>that’s phishers with a PH</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> world-sellers</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> - and PH WITHOUT the science -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">if you follow</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">to the End </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">of the World”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(NO thank you, says Frank.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">No. Thank YOU, says Mark)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Block the Boudicca trail up the B666.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This ain’t the road to the New Jerusalem Without the Walls of Gaza.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the Road to Dis.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Brown Lady appears with a headless Dr. Black</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And the ghost of the brave new world of the young, which no wall can attack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Snow White takes them out in a panic attack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Not part of the cult-cha, not part of the pack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">IV. The Reveal</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Colonel Mustard, in the Dining Room with smoking Revolver, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Asks where any secret passage to Happiness is.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"There's no Way Out," sighs Eve Lady Peacock, "no 4-cornered flights</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">From this Clued-Ouija Board, just the Night Train to Dis.”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">DIS APPEARS! The plot convenes. The Freud Squad Argus-pans. “We indict!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In every room. With every weapon... The Snow Queen of Has-beens,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Black and Cock Robin, breakfast cereal murderin’ … MRS WHITE!" ….. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"I ’AD TO BLEACH THE ’OUSE OF ALL THE BLACKS, BROWNS AND GREENS!”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“You’re not Lady Peacock!” Mustard tears off her mask, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“What have done with my Lady P?” “I AM her and shall forever be</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Eng-land as it is in Heritage! Your Lady Daily Male, your buried Hastings,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Your Mustard-servin’ Cod-Psycho Private I, survivin’! Your ‘Me.’ Marry Me!”</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Mrs White is marched away and Winter goes with her.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Spring is back on the menu, multi-coloured and diverse.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dis approves as Jack Green is betrothed to Miss Scarlet;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dis agrees as Poirot blossoms and a primrose Jane demurs.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dis untangles the Brown Lady, reveals Parvati-Proserpina</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In a Wife-of-Turnip-Townshend ghost-disguise! </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr Black blows his trumpet, England's foundations rock,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Green Eyes dances Blue Eyes into the sunrise.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">V Finale: The (Happy, Everliving) End</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">raised stone age axings, raised bronze age barrow murders; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">raised iron age death-works </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and plastic age illiterate-banner-capitals </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">get-my-own-back-private-enterprise- </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">against-the-world plague wagons</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(that’s my name on there)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind a nose-trussed eve peacock in a broken ambulance</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">accelerated to a standstill</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">refusing colonel mustard’s death-bed proposal</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">of “a public stage for our private parts”;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">overtaken by a hearse full of plum burnt red herring</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">undertaken by a hell’s angel </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">bat-released from lockdown</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">cresting the hill on one wheel above happy valley </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">blowing the last trump </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">THE HUMAN RACE IS OVER</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">AMERICA FINISHED FIRST</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind chlorinated cia agent frank and mark adam,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">‘to be frank, mark, with a marked frank, and a franked mark,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">we’re plucked’; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">‘to be mark, frank, with a marked frank, and a franked mark,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">we’re -; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">behind dick sparrow spotted on a mobile</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">serially murdering squire peacock’s reputation</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">in the daily mall,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">cancelling culture from the curriculum</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">(delete who killed cock robin; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">insert advert studies for colonel mustard’s businesses;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">delete break the class ceiling;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">insert tom jone’s fielding, pupil self-assesed good writting</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and speeling; how animals runed poor mr jone’s fram;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">delete literature;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">insert the ‘striving for comp</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">etence’ market brand academy </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">‘now the third best sponsored numbschool in dis on sea south!’</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">spinning sunset west down a progress-listing poster)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">while serially overtaking himself overtaking</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">the long slow coach to diss</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">down a diversion marked ‘this ain’t the road to helhoughton</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">this is the road to FLOOD</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">into an oncoming agriculatural juggernaut…</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">leave the boudicca trail down the b666</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">to bronzed, new-aged, post-modern diggers jack green and miss scarlet</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">at the altar in the greenwood with the bluebells. this</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">ain't the road to hiraeth, that long-longing-logres-home-grief to be elsewhere. this </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">is the road to bliss.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">“it’s going to be all right!” ejaculates dis</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">as scenes from the passion in an easterly procession</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">line the walsingham way </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">and heavens above</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">turn st mary's snowdrops through an orientation </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">to daffodils of fire</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">in the grail woods around all in all saints</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">through death, jane remembers, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">with poppies, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> to love.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">dis ceases; frees parvati and the head of dr. black</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">as little england’s shell starts to crack.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">its self- i-solation, its dracula virus-attack,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">re-i -dentified with the all in all, re-i-dentified with the anti-drac</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">who gives the lifeblood back…. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> LOVE</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">rolls the die; his dying role; his ace, king, queen and jack; </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">ALL part of the culture, ALL-IN-ALL of the pack. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Appendix: The songs.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Who Killed Cock Robin?</b> (traditional nursery rhyme)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"With my little eye, I saw him die."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"With my little dish, I caught his blood."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"With my little book, I'll be the parson."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When they heard of the death of poor Cock Robin.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><b>Lockdown </b>(© Gareth Calway 2020)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Don’t go to work</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Don’t go to school</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Stay in your homes</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Keep the 2 metre rule.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">From the council estates</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">To the posh ones with parks</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">From high fashion high finance</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">To its slave kids in the dark</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">From the poles to the equator</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Supermoon into eclipse</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">From the fjords to the deserts</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Temperate zones to the tropics…</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Can’t breathe…</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Come and heal us with your caring</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Then go back where you came</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">You’re not from round here</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We don’t know your name.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">From the centre of the cosmos</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">To Little England in the Styx</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">From the heart of Little England</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">To each human breath’s limits.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">The world has come</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">To Little England in the Styx</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Little England is the world</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We’re all together in this</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Except we have no test kits</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We shut down too late</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We didn’t quarantine</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We didn’t track and trace.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We didn’t take the test</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Now we’re top fo Death’s calss,</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Lord Hee Haw dressed as Churchill</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We are such a silly ass.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Blitzing Brits for Blighty</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">As the Beast in the East</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Spits his cold War into Salisbury</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">The we go off piste.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Covid’s knee in the throat</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Of your healer and your bro;</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">In this world war for survival</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Every ally is your is foe.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Can’t breathe…</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Except we have no test kits</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We shut down too late</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We didn’t quarantine</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We didn’t track and trace.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We didn’t take the test</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Now we’re top of Death’s class</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">Lord Hee Haw dressed as Churchill</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636;">We are such a silly ass.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div><div><br /></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-4186290351045049642023-12-07T11:23:00.004+00:002024-01-07T15:59:11.180+00:00Epiphany<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/-1Va4klKwsg?si=8qgk4egqeNNXc5BO" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-22123314874623948192023-11-29T08:31:00.002+00:002023-11-29T08:31:23.536+00:00Listening Party for Done Different 2<a href="https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/merch/done-different-2-listening-party"><span style="font-size: medium;">https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/merch/done-different-2-listening-party</span></a><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">All welcome Thursday November 30 at 7pm. Hear the album played in full in public for the first time- 15 tracks, exactly one hour - and join in the chat about how we made it.<br /></span><p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6u555YWpsEMQ8ogTPvgDo8bqPZ2x913D-R-fRP7SH-Ih7ewrhc-fzdiJVRPjw4hY56-V8g0QKrvDLdfW7nqaAmEaPp_7u6IxmwqI26gkiCX8aU5uEwSmtYC5MUB6WWtWvK9NXfEl9jFkJMwzIK_UkwkPSa_ntzeypzzivyMwTzpTRgNbSjvZwvw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="904" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6u555YWpsEMQ8ogTPvgDo8bqPZ2x913D-R-fRP7SH-Ih7ewrhc-fzdiJVRPjw4hY56-V8g0QKrvDLdfW7nqaAmEaPp_7u6IxmwqI26gkiCX8aU5uEwSmtYC5MUB6WWtWvK9NXfEl9jFkJMwzIK_UkwkPSa_ntzeypzzivyMwTzpTRgNbSjvZwvw=w405-h314" width="405" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_Vo6yJB4HcwWCMGfN9PDL5j43iB_JUHbviF8vCnO1eevzORHtUYG2ia-B_dKvM1NnU5GyP7wRwg4uqYaxC1jJrT-1-Lvd154ZyEUgWwL9V_laQ5ysDuRIEB4VTPfNmjz8cMjthfJBZff7EwdhIhMCjRTYbu1wjoRP5UC5UTwKrQw1SRap-xohVw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="468" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_Vo6yJB4HcwWCMGfN9PDL5j43iB_JUHbviF8vCnO1eevzORHtUYG2ia-B_dKvM1NnU5GyP7wRwg4uqYaxC1jJrT-1-Lvd154ZyEUgWwL9V_laQ5ysDuRIEB4VTPfNmjz8cMjthfJBZff7EwdhIhMCjRTYbu1wjoRP5UC5UTwKrQw1SRap-xohVw=w591-h334" width="591" /></a></div></div><p></p></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-12774993867982215672023-11-26T17:11:00.001+00:002023-11-26T17:11:11.058+00:00Who Killed Cock Robin Series 2 Episodes 1-3<iframe style="background-image:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/HUekkfR8GTw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/HUekkfR8GTw?si=4To0_EbLOvTIIB03" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-82268481980172131372023-11-16T11:44:00.002+00:002023-11-16T11:44:14.894+00:00No Future (The Ballad of Boudicca)<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/7Y9DNqmVfV8?si=iXzIzvzwSAYULu5v" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/7Y9DNqmVfV8/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Boudicca's revolt of AD 61, part of our celebration of Norfolk and Greater Icenia and a signature track on our forthcoming double album Done Different. All details in the press release appended to the film on You Tube.</span></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-8089724850144722392023-11-13T14:52:00.002+00:002023-11-13T14:52:24.112+00:00Remembrance<iframe style="background-image:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/jtfUB3xz3C4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/jtfUB3xz3C4?si=u_IU-HiYSm-l_Umh" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-79688479250188409792023-11-07T15:33:00.002+00:002023-11-07T15:33:25.807+00:00The Death of Edith Cavell<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/W4nQ68zsC5A?si=PMWju2hiOUfNOonr" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/W4nQ68zsC5A/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(15, 15, 15); color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Edith Cavell, a Swardeston nurse based in Brussels, was shot as an alleged spy on 12 October 1915. Her final statement (see chorus) seems an odd thing for a 'spy' to say. Her hospital - in Brussels, German occupied territory - tended soldiers of all nations and from both sides of the conflict. She risked her life to help recovered British and French soldiers to escape. This is our remembrance of her, set to an old English folk tune, as recorded for our forthcoming double album Done Different, which celebrates the history and people of Norfolk and Greater Icenia. This is the version we will be playing at the Remembrance Service at Fring All Saints(Norfolk) along with another song for Fight Sergeant Pilot Lancelot Percival Williamson and two poems by Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfrid Owen. Edith Cavell died 70 years to the day after Elizabeth Fry, the prison reformer, whose song precedes hers on the album.
She sees the pale gold August wheat,
The oaken greens of home,
A mind’s-eye Norfolk harvest wrapped
Around October’s bones.
6 paces off, 8 rifles point,
Death scarves her blue-grey eyes,
The woman stands and prays and waits
And still no shot arrives…
‘Love of country’s not enough
And when they shoot me dead
Let bitterness and hatred die,’
Our Norfolk angel said.
The British held the line at Mons,
The French were in retreat,
All stranded men came to her door
Through Brussels’ conquered streets.
4 sneaks and spies to smoke her out,
3 days’ interrogation.
She wouldn’t lie…. They shot her dead
For love of more than nation.
‘Love of country’s not enough
And when they shoot me dead
Let bitterness and hatred die,’
Our Norfolk angel said.
This link to the album goes live 7 pm Nov 30 2023. </span><a class="yt-core-attributed-string__link yt-core-attributed-string__link--display-type yt-core-attributed-string__link--call-to-action-color" force-new-state="true" href="https://www.youtube.com/redirect?event=video_description&redir_token=QUFFLUhqa3hHOUFqZ1d3VjQxd0RjWndJY1NTakhBNnFUZ3xBQ3Jtc0ttQWE0alI1bjRBc0dQVGNud25vdTFNd0JUdjNqeTVWNzkzeWJ6VkhmSGU5Sm5CLWVTU0dCdDBYOTJOMWJOdUYtUGRZSVdQOHJhRnM1U1ZDcFRzR1l0cmVVcmFkcmQwbE1VaFFRWjRSc2wzYVZZTmlVVQ&q=https%3A%2F%2Fpeacocks-tale.bandcamp.com%2Falbum%2Fdone-different-2&v=W4nQ68zsC5A" rel="nofollow" style="color: #065fd4; display: inline; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/al...</a></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-14130836952665662162023-10-28T08:09:00.002+01:002023-10-28T08:09:12.992+01:00Where Crossroads Meet The Harrow<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/bvhPk_WU8Kw?si=Rdt4E_9-4hCBpUNy" frameborder="0"></iframe>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-25766374958152578742023-10-21T06:30:00.005+01:002023-10-21T06:30:36.856+01:00Half God Half Nelson<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/zaytwowiP4Q?si=7RUt6p3q4UO5YrZW" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zaytwowiP4Q/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Our Admiral’s head it has one eye<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">His empty sleeve’s the flag we fly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away Horatio’s boys<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away and make a Victory noise<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">We're gone tomorrow but we're here today!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">He hunted polar bears, the lad<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">‘To fetch a white rug to my dad.’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Chorus<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">Mosquitoes bit him half to death:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">‘I’ll die a hero’s life instead’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Chorus<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">Off Corsica, his eye foresworn,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">‘I got a little hurt this morn.’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Chorus<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">Off Cape St Vincent, breaking ranks,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">He won the day and England’s thanks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Chorus<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">Our king’s right hand at Santa Cruz;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">A night to seize; an arm to lose.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Chorus<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">‘A peerage or Westminster crypt!’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">He sinks the French from here to Egypt<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Chorus<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">‘You’ll discontinue!’ flagged his Admiral.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">‘My blind eye does not see your signal!’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Chorus<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">‘Redoubtable’ sharpshooters spy him<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt;">‘They’ve done for me at last. I’m dying.’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">‘Tell my wife I’m killed,’ we say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away Horatio’s boys<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away! Heave away!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">Heave away and make a Victory noise<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.8667px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 2cm;"><i><span style="font-family: "cambria"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24.5333px;">We're heroes tomorrow but we're gone today!</span></i></div></div></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-3080153003949195882023-10-12T08:38:00.001+01:002023-10-12T08:38:25.676+01:00Badass King John<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/hriaAxx4fzU?si=mJlnD4YWGtYbMRvj" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hriaAxx4fzU/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><span style="background-color: #b2b2b2;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #b2b2b2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">@PeacockTaleFolkIndieDuo
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</span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">On the 7th anniversary of my rapping this as part of the civic unveiling of the statue of King John in Lynn (Oct 12 2016), an unexpected climax for the tour phase of the Doin Different project, here is a new version as a duo as heard on our double album of the project DONE DIFFERENT (releases November 2023).</span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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</span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">The entire civic ceremony (including the rap) was filmed in a borough council film https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXE9BdSGCgM and it was the lead story on BBC LOOK EAST primetime news that day, including footage of the rap and an interview with yours truly.afterwards. https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b07xps0n</span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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</span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Badass King John was Ballad 7 in the 39 ballad book https://www.poppyland.co.uk/products/B79622 and is track 4 on the new album. https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/album/done-different (link goes live November 2023).</span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); color: #202124; font-family: "Google Sans", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;">The impressive statue, cast in bronze, was </span><span style="background-color: rgba(80, 151, 255, 0.18); color: #040c28; font-family: "Google Sans", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;">made by Scottish sculptor Alan Beattie Herriot</span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); color: #202124; font-family: "Google Sans", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;">, who was in the town to see it unveiled. Legend has it that on October 12, 1216 King John lost the crown jewels in the Wash, and the £22,000 statue was unveiled 800 years to the day later.</span></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-63098889010965537302023-10-05T19:29:00.003+01:002023-10-05T19:29:15.985+01:00The Ruined Hall (from The House on the River) live at the Lynn Guildhall.<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/57InC-467w0?si=dVJxJaM9qLi160gn" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;">alternative lyric as published in 'Doin Differen't 2015) </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Strange that an Encyclopaedic Age</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Leaves Fye Bridge House un-reckoned on its page.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">But wait! a lace-cuffed bard with limpid eye</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Is halted by a spirit thrilling by…</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">‘I haunt the former greatness of this Hall -</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Before a ceiling floored its gothic stage,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">My cheek is paper-white, my poppy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Mouth the blemish on a poet’s page.’</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">‘Consumptive spirit! Wild! Unbounded! Free!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">O sleepless beauty past all human measure.’</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">She falls upon the thorns of life. I bleed!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Her gates of Eden open at my ple-….</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">‘I pine for Ruined Hall and sing</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">An elegy of days before a floor</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Plucked window’s eye and clipped the wings</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Of church-like space, staired flights unknown before!’</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I charge her cup again, again, and ever:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Our Road to Wisdom’s Palace is Excess;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Her blood lips wailing for her demon lover</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And black eyes staring from her naked breasts!’</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Repeat ‘Consumptive spirit…’ Chorus</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Alas! A pounding at the door, the vision flies.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The Parson calls on business, and the Poem ...dies!</span></div></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-65047486284116976602023-10-03T08:38:00.002+01:002023-10-03T08:38:18.390+01:00The Vicar of Stiffkey<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/5tcTLZk9cCM?si=MLcz1ZgVjIFvKLfr" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><h3><br />Another offering from Doin Different, our not so slim Poppyland volume of folk ballads published in 2015. The long-promised musical album of the book is approaching completion and is scheduled (fingers crossed) for release this Christmas.</h3><h3><br />Chronicling Norfolk ( and East of England) history from Boudicca and Fiddler's Hill - a haunted bronze age barrow in Binham - to UEA and a contemporary carol at Lynn Minster, the book at this point reaches the (in)famous tale of 'Little Jimmy', The Rector of Stiffkey, the 31st of 39 ballads, a story which gripped the nation at the time and is an emblem of the inter-war battle between the 'Victorian' establishment and the more permissive values of modern times. We hope you like our seaside postcard approach to the subject. <br /><br /><br />PS 'Victorian' is in scare quotes because the period was actually one of the most progressive in history - the abolition of slavery (its repression enforced by the royal navy), Married Women's Property Act, Universal Manhood suffrage, public sanitation, enormous advances in science and technology etc etc - but yes there was plenty to be progressive about.</h3><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-85454104926875984912023-09-29T15:09:00.004+01:002023-09-29T15:09:36.569+01:00The Ballad of the EAS Rider<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/BYaemx1otqw?si=rG_LpPHhnSkdixsC" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/BYaemx1otqw/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div class="tralbumData tralbum-about" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The working class at University in 1977, when you got a grant and there were no tuition fees. </span></div><h3 class="lyrics-label" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; left: -10000px; margin: 0px 0px 7px; position: absolute; top: -10000px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lyrics</span></h3><div class="tralbumData lyricsText" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size-adjust: none; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Twisting round my hair in knots, <br />Twisting round your neck with thoughts. <br />My oh my, you have to agree <br />Certain issues of poetry <br />Can’t conceive of a harmony. <br /><br />I’m twisting pastoral flowers into your face. <br />I’m twisting your kind of thinking into place. <br />I’m twisting… <br /><br />Listening to you plum for choice <br />Between degrees of passive vice. <br />‘There’s much that may be said for Donne.’ <br />I am the outside world come in, <br />Butchered hands and axe grinding, <br />OPEN YOUR ED AND LET ME IN! <br /><br />I’m twisting pastoral flowers into your face. <br />I’m twisting your kind of thinking into place. <br />I’m twisting …. <br /><br />Your rich aesthetic literariness <br />Is like the lush grass on a grave. <br />My oh my I’m rotten through <br />But life moves through and it’s sick, of you. <br />I’ll thrust you off me and trample you. <br /><br />I’m twisting pastoral flowers into your case <br />I’m twisting your kind of thinking into place. <br />I’m … Terminating this debate!</span></div></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-7878076069943431102023-09-19T11:38:00.005+01:002023-09-19T12:36:19.245+01:00Excalibur (A Dream Too Real To Live) from The Lost Land<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQSt4nxlAcbC9TBzh6Fy69aPA8YAQ1AyS1DjT6DMhc2f7TFbb-RmayBxReao110vJknBQkYFz1B0FPZdzCvy0mZ0q71jnaHZeUn-lSxSfhgyAP1wkwcJkNHLFaNZOttncPWVrv4dUDZlav81AYglgmZfQ1TVq8QfGSCKzf6JaSiDM_t6LqeCVZQ/s4930/Screenshot%202023-09-19%20at%2012.11.16.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2704" data-original-width="4930" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQSt4nxlAcbC9TBzh6Fy69aPA8YAQ1AyS1DjT6DMhc2f7TFbb-RmayBxReao110vJknBQkYFz1B0FPZdzCvy0mZ0q71jnaHZeUn-lSxSfhgyAP1wkwcJkNHLFaNZOttncPWVrv4dUDZlav81AYglgmZfQ1TVq8QfGSCKzf6JaSiDM_t6LqeCVZQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-09-19%20at%2012.11.16.png" width="320" /></a></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxiHYKH3QlSjNW7gmOV6gSGvhmODUPu9FunhYN9ATy31yiwoQgI9Ic7EROjRNJlkLK-nIh4W4eoBPU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><h3><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Throw back, throw back, Excalibur!"<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">I begged Bedwyr - and twice more -<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Throw back, grown black, Excalibur<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">That I might live forever<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">That Light might strike forever!<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">In wicked shifting thickets, the thorn<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of my heart's bursting must be:<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rose-clad, at home, and sleeping,<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or gone is the dazzling dream<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">That Artos, once man Arthur,<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Mis-mothered where life faltered<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">On long-fought malice Mordered)<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">Is God, is lord immortal:<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">A dream too real to live, thrown<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">Out of your world and hurled, look!</span></span></h3><h3><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">
</span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">A Christ sword to Word your sky!"</span></span></h3><h3><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">
</span><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;">From our forthcoming Arthur set "The Lost Land". The tune is the Lonely Ash Grove.</span></span></h3><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); caret-color: rgb(19, 19, 19); color: #131313; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="color: #0d0d0d;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); white-space: pre-wrap;">From our forthcoming Matter of Britain set "The Lost Land," this interpretation of the famous moment in the Arthur legends when the Mordred-conquering but broken king of Logres commands Bedivere (originally Bedwyr, first </span></span></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="color: #0d0d0d;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">friend) to throw his enchanted sword Excalibur ('lightning blade') back into the Lake form whence it came, takes a number of things for granted which alas one cannot. First, that the Arthur legend is not the property of the English (as often believed) but of an older Celtic Britain which fought them for what became known as "Logres" the Lost Land - (modern Welsh Lloegr, England) - hence our use of a haunting Welsh tune. Second, the (to me) attractive Celtic 'otherworldliness' of the lyric is due - as in the verses of our "Morgan le Fay" - to my alternating use of two of the most common medieval Welsh meters (Morgan uses the other two) known collectively as </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); color: #202124;">cynghanedd (literally 'harmony')</span></span></span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; white-space: normal;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="color: #0d0d0d; font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The required intense focus on word-sounds and patterns here and in its sibling piece Morgan cast a spell over my composition which allowed magical thoughts to form. This in turn affected the choice of tune and the overall performance.</span></span></p></span></span></div><br />Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-63798254951474073602023-09-14T10:58:00.010+01:002023-09-19T11:40:04.307+01:00A Dream Too Real To Live (First Take)<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/RSn3n_BJ0vw?si=VHosQdyEN5Io5RTW" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RSn3n_BJ0vw/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Throw back, throw back, Excalibur!"<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">I begged Bedwyr - and twice more -<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Throw back, grown black, Excalibur<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">That I might live forever<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">That Light might strike forever!<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">In wicked shifting thickets, the thorn<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of my heart's bursting must be:<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rose-clad, at home, and sleeping,<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or gone is the dazzling dream<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">That Artos, once man Arthur,<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Mis-mothered where life faltered<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">On long-fought malice Mordered)<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">Is God, is lord immortal:<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">A dream too real to live, thrown<br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">Out of your world and hurled, look!</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">
</span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;">A Christ sword to Word your sky!"</span></span></h2><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="color: #0d0d0d;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); white-space: pre-wrap;">From our forthcoming Matter of Britain set "The Lost Land," this interpretation of the famous moment in the Arthur legends when the Mordred-conquering but broken king of Logres commands Bedivere (originally Bedwyr, first </span></span></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="color: #0d0d0d;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">friend) to throw his enchanted sword Excalibur ('lightning blade') back into the Lake form whence it came, takes a number of things for granted which alas one cannot. First, that the Arthur legend is not the property of the English (as often believed) but of an older Celtic Britain which fought them for what became known as "Logres" the Lost Land - (modern Welsh Lloegr, England) - hence our use of a haunting Welsh tune. Second, the (to me) attractive Celtic 'otherworldliness' of the lyric is due - as in the verses of our "Morgan le Fay" - to my alternating use of two of the most common medieval Welsh meters (Morgan uses the other two) known collectively as </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); color: #202124;">cynghanedd (literally 'harmony')</span></span></span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; white-space: normal;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="color: #0d0d0d; font-size: medium;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The required intense focus on word-sounds and patterns here and in its sibling piece Morgan cast a spell over my composition which allowed magical thoughts to form. This in turn affected the choice of tune and the overall performance.</span></span></p></span></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20689202.post-21611935652152894532023-09-11T14:15:00.003+01:002023-09-11T19:18:39.413+01:00Lady Guinevere - the music video<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/UFv0zUtlrUk?si=MKiQ9TtkP2bLgzif" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div class="tralbumData tralbum-about" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This Guinevere lyric is written in imitation of the French romance verse form (octosyllabic couplets giving a lighter, faster feel than the English iambic pentameter) and tries to evoke the medieval Guinevere of the troubadours of Provence rather than the Gwenhwyfar of Celtic myths and of Dark Age history (who will have her own very different song in the set). We wanted Guinevere to sound contemporary and confident, chipping against the beat of the courtly love tradition in which she was a love object rather than a love subject.</span></h1><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />The original poem continues and concludes as follows:<br />I have a heart, self-determined<br />Core of I Am, God-underpinned,<br />Won on the Cross, for me. It can<br />Choose a beloved<span class="bcTruncateMore">, a ‘husband’<br />The church would make him. But marriage<br />On earth’s not as it is (a rich<br />Royal land transaction) as one<br />With my Lancelot – in heaven.)</span> <a style="color: #0687f5; cursor: pointer;"></a></span></div><h3 class="lyrics-label" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; left: -10000px; margin: 0px 0px 7px; position: absolute; top: -10000px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lyrics</span></h3><div class="tralbumData lyricsText" style="caret-color: rgb(54, 54, 54); color: #363636; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size-adjust: none; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 2em; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lyric<br /><br />Belle ami, si est de nous, ne vous sans moi, ni moi sans vous.<br /><br />Let them play at boyish games round<br />A table. Though walled up, bound,<br />In an unpublished garden, stone<br />Tower with window, all alone,<br />This court still revolves around me.<br />I twist them all round my pretty<br />Little finger, a studded ring:<br />The champion knight, the poor king,<br />Modred, Gawain, my Lancelot.<br />It’s the only power I know.<br /><br />Who waits… and do not wait to see <br />The object of his worship pass,<br />Wasted, into this looking glass,<br />Wheat-hair, rose-lips, unsown, should he<br />Choose to deny himself – and me.<br /><br />He comes through enchanted forests,<br />Rough-horses, haunted castles, mists;<br />From slaying giants, big bad knights:<br />Barons with feudal appetites;<br />Impossible quests for Our Lady,<br />Sowing wild seeds Love meant for me;<br />Obsessed so with courtly sin and<br />Confession – Indulgence’s twin;<br />Greets Artos, old friend – clash of mail <br />(So grieved his crown still lacks a graal,<br />So tedious!) He comes to me <br /><br />Who waits… and do not wait to see <br />The object of his worship pass,<br />Wasted, into this looking glass,<br />Wheat-hair, rose-lips, unsown, should he<br />Choose to deny himself – and me.</span><br /></div></div>Gareth Calwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746500144933362628noreply@blogger.com0