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Fake Ballads & Tea Shanties

by Cookie

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1.
Old Lady Trent There’s a river that drops through the lowly valley (she flows away she flows) To the cold North Sea she slowly carries I am envy green each time I see her Cos she’s a constant movement out of here She flows away, she flows And away with her my desires go My yearning heart disposed She flows away, she flows Through the bends and falls she steals her troubles Full of fierce intent she boils and bubbles She’s a run from worthless mouths of slurry She’s a run from the ranting, racist rubbish She flows away, she flows And away with her my desires go My yearning heart disposed She flows away, she flows When you’re working graft to your aching body When you dragging home all broke and shoddy When you shower the daily dirt from skin As you fight fatigue from doing you in She flows away, she flows And away with her my desires go My yearning heart disposed She flows away, she flows When you sense for you this town is dying When her toxic air is overpowering When you’re hemmed in a life of suffocation When you’re pinned by the spike of alienation She flows away, she flows And away with her my desires go My yearning heart disposed She flows away, she flows
2.
Ballard of the Pretty Windows There are taxis there are buses running frequently Up and down the length and breadth of Southwell Road With a thousand pairs of keenly seeing peepers Staring out from this relentless traffic flow But it seems we’re in the city of the sightless We don’t know nothing if we turn away And I fear the good Samaritans are all sleeping In hard cement beneath Maid Marion Way Sing for joy sing for pleasure Sing for all the things that brighten up your day For don’t forget to sing your songs of hatred And all the dark stuff that won’t go away As I stand and stare into the Pretty Windows In the knowledge of her gruesome history If her delicate lace curtains were not voiceless Would they whisper all their mysteries to me? The walls have ears the windows they have vision And both are witness to the foulest deeds But while the fear is absolute the truth is hidden Embalmed within the brick and glass and steel Sing for joy sing for pleasure Sing for all the things that brighten up your day For don’t forget to sing your songs of hatred And all the dark stuff that won’t go away
3.
The Mighty Unicorn Behold the demon in the slanted glass That resolves to stupefy the working class This is why we labour, this is why we sweat Sluggish and compromised we offer no threat You might be a petal or you could be a thorn But I am the Mighty Unicorn You might be dead or not yet born But I am the Mighty Unicorn See the ambition as it slides down the throat To a stomach of apathy that festers and bloats And chokes on verses of pointless song That spit and jerks on poisonous tongue You might be a petal or you could be a thorn But I am the Mighty Unicorn You might be dead or not yet born But I am the Mighty Unicorn All hail to the God of the legal drug And crave the warm sedating hug For this is where the unseen hierarchy Prefer their lowly subjects to be They will keep us dumb they will keep us down Because ultimately we’re predictable clowns So drink to invisible powers that be Who pull on strings to our hands and feet. You might be a petal or you could be a thorn But I am the Mighty Unicorn You might be dead or not yet born But I am the Mighty Unicorn
4.
No Birds Sing Oh Iwo Jima your barren land and seas Play host to the ghost songs softly whispered on the breeze Mount Suribachi in conquered glory stands Her lengthy shadows cast across your black volcanic sands No flowers bloom and no birds sing Oh Iwo Jima your history is stood Since the war youth waltzed across you and your seas ran red with blood Oh Iwo Jima you passed the test of time Though they peppered you with foxholes and they riddled you with mines No flowers bloom and no birds sing
5.
Dirty Little Birds Have you heard an escalating noise? The dirty little birds have finally found their voice What a shame they didn’t learn to sing Before they put you in your grand majestic grave Dig him up dig him out So begins the race to clear the name The haste to shift the blame in a hide and seek of sin What a joke that the crown should recognise And reward such lustful need with a knighthood of the realm Here is comes that escalating noise The dirty little birds have finally found their voice Dig him up dig him out
6.
The Old Cries of Nottingham Hear the old cries of Nottingham; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away Still the old cries of Nottingham; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away Coal-eh-oh! Coal-eh-oh! Rag a’ bone, rag a’ bone Still the old cries of Nottingham; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away Buy a-Rabbit, cheap a-rabbit oh; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away Sixpence whole, a bob I skin him oh; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away Coal-eh-oh! Coal-eh-oh! Rag a’ bone, rag a’ bone Buy a-Rabbit, cheap a-rabbit oh; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away Catch the old salt on the morning run; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away With his buttons blue and a penny bun; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away Coal-eh-oh! Coal-eh-oh! Rag a’ bone, rag a’ bone Catch the old salt on the morning run; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away A pound your apples, pears and plums you go; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away And your partridge rare a pheasant-oh; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away Coal-eh-oh! Coal-eh-oh! Rag a’ bone, rag a’ bone A pound your apples, pears and plums you go; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
7.
Restless Butterflies We’re all restless butterflies with no fixed abode Don’t want to leave this world just want to find a home There is nothing I can do, it’s in the hands of god And whatever I become it’s worse than what I was Nobody knows me now, now I’m on my own I would give my memories to be like somebody else Any kind of man is better than my self The responsibilities that I failed to live up to I never asked to be your role model or hero Nobody knows me now, now I’m on my own There is nothing to report, there is no story here No police, no drugs or no coma – it’s all a huge mistake For tonight I sleep in winter but I’ll be rising in the sun And I’ll see you all again, I’ll meet you at the wake Nobody knows me now, now I’m on my own
8.
Barefoot Blues I went down to Emanuel House and acquired some dead mans shoes I pulled them on to my weary feet and they cured my barefoot blues Then I walked the streets of this old town content as a man can be With the silent ghost of William Booth watching over me I trudged from Canning Circus straight down Maid Marion Way My dead mans shoes still keeping my barefoot blues at bay I was looking for the Sneinton Cowboy he was good for twenty notes But I found him quite elusive and he would not be exposed So I took some time in the sunshine as I pondered my next step And my dead mans shoes delivered me to the banks beside the Trent Then I walked within the shadow of some mighty willow trees And I sat beneath their branches in the cooling summer breeze I closed my eyes and I listened to the rivers gentle song And cast my sleepy mind adrift in her currents smooth and strong In my dreaming I was dancing with the woman who was my wife Our hearts were full and love had bound us and we danced with all our life Then my dreaming took a turning and old cupid took to fall For dead mans shoes have no choice but to heed the master’s call In my dreaming was walking away from all that made me good At the end of this resentful path in loneliness I stood I came awake in darkness and felt the bite of truth Alone here in the blackness if I needed clearer proof I took out the leather laces and removed my dead mans shoes And I tossed them in the river and it cured my dead mans blues
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The Story of Stingy Jack I am the town fool and I stand here before you Consider my soul for your eternal light As honest a man you ever could chance upon Life has dispatched me, why I don’t know Oh Jack the town fool I know of your story You tricked the Devil in the Old Apple tree But life it declares you a gambler, a drinker And now to that list a liar I add I am the town fool and I kneel now before you I cannot deny the charges you bring It’s true I once chanced my luck on the horses And an odd single malt often moistened these lips Oh Jack the town fool for these very reasons Your comical name appears not on my list Go from these gates and seek out old Lucifer For heaven is not your place of rest I am the town fool and I stand here before you Direct from the gates of heaven I come A trickster, a gambler, a drinker, a liar Consider my soul for your eternal flame Oh Jack the town fool these traits are deserving Qualities highly prized for my flock But the last time that our winding paths came together You tricked me in the Old Apple tree I am the town fool and I beg of your pardon For one little jape am I forever damned? A man is so easily bought with temptation And desperate was I to steady my hand Oh Jack the town fool deny I will grant you The chance to pass through this fiery old gate But take away with you into the cold darkness A smouldering ember to light up your way
11.
So Long Marianne You watched time plough these lines into my face And saw my hair burn out to fag ash grey As the fickle tide of friendship ebbed away Like muscles to the breakers you remained So long Marianne The world is so much poorer without your fiery stand The royals I’ll be buggered Religion I’ll be damned So Long Marianne We first conversed one drunken New Year’s eve Then swiftly we became as thick as thieves Close as other sides of the same leaf Like spinach you were caught between my teeth So long Marianne The world is so much poorer without your fiery stand The royals I’ll be buggered Religion I’ll be damned So Long Marianne The fights were fierce the silence fiercer yet But never passed a day I held regret Given choice I’d do it all again Lady fate I am forever in your debt So long Marianne The world is so much poorer without your fiery stand The royals I’ll be buggered Religion I’ll be damned So Long Marianne
12.
The Cliffs of Zennor When I stand upon the cliffs at Zennor On a blanket of fern and heather I am bound within a faultless heaven And a yearning to remain forever There’s a price for the wishes and dreams we hold And it pays for the chapters yet to be told All bonds and ties are severed When I stand upon the cliffs at Zennor When I stare across the wild Atlantic There’s a beating in my chest so frantic She’s seduces with her mournful shanties And her shimmering dance entrances As we yield to the pressures of discontent There’s a healing location I recommend Reborn among the true romantics When I stare across the wild Atlantic There’s a church on a hill in Greasley Where a pulling on the heart strings lead me When the wind blows free and easy I will sit and contemplate her beauty I am here for the brothers I fought beside To remember their brief and youthful lives When I fall to eternal slumber Will you bury me among their number?
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Stormbirds 02:44
Stormbirds God bless Aricept there’s fire in your eyes Throw your arms around the slightest of lifelines Stormbirds gather the seas boil and rage A chapter is ended but we can’t turn the page Hope floats endlessly on ever changing tides Calm follows tempest in a rollercoaster ride Stormbirds gather seas boil and rage A scene is acted but we can’t leave the stage I watched it en-tomb you and slowly consume you it hollowed you out like a can Left but the skin and nothing therein just the shape of a once mighty man Cast down the treasures of your ever youthful heart Heaven knows tomorrow life may lead you back to the dark Stormbirds gather seas boil and rage The door is open but my body is a cage It soon took control and gradually stole you away from the ones you hold dear Left in confusion a life of illusions a man lost in panic and fear
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Half Truths 06:35
Half Truths As the song of referendum plays her closing and contentious verse again And the hard rains of democracy erodes half of the nation’s dreams away We couldn’t get it wrong, how could we get it wrong again? Now the hokey cokey’s over and it’s time for us to shake it all about Seems our dancing days are done so I presume we’ll have to sit the next one out You know we’re never wrong, and we’ll never get it wrong again We know every word to every song Faithfully and proud we sing along And we watch all the programs that they play We can’t switch it off or turn away I’m still retrieving splinters from the time I spent balanced on the fence That no facts were aired or offered is my only frail and frivolous defence We couldn’t get it wrong, how could we get it wrong again? You can call me Captain Cynic but it seems we’ve all been flippant and naive Fleeced by propaganda through a stubbornness in passion to believe You know we’re never wrong, and we’ll never get it wrong again We know every word to every song Faithfully and proud we sing along And we watch all the programs that they play We can’t switch it off or turn away As the mud begins to fly with accusations from each side of the debate I’m astounded by the ignorance of friends tangled in half-truths and hate We couldn’t get it wrong, how could we get it wrong again? We are given the impression that our vote has influenced the outcome planned But conspiracy dictates that other powers really had the upper hand You know we’re never wrong, and we’ll never get it wrong again We know every word to every song Faithfully and proud we sing along And we watch all the programs that they play We can’t switch it off or turn away

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released May 25, 2017

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Cookie Nottingham, UK

Born and raised in the Shire of Nottingham, England.

Punk found me in my youth and shaped my life.

Played in bands Solvent Abuse and The Little Pigs, now just me and the six string.

Continually evolving music wise, it bores me to stand still!

Punk continues to shape my life.
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