Nettle Leaves(Bread Alone)Lyric video on Youtube

In 1771 in the fens of Cambridgeshire a miller manages to escape the smoking paws of Black Shuck , but at what cost ? If anyone could bluff Shuck it be a miller I suppose. Cautionary note , this is a true story.
https://youtu.be/j54v4pA5sPg

Tiddy Mun (awesome video  on youtube)

Shiny silver, eyes of steel,nothing inside ‘cept the 
rush you feel,
And your the cold wind from the unshut door
Your what’s missing from the kitchen draw
We all think we’re different, but your not the same
No magic water, gonna shift this stain 

And no ones listening and no one cares

Do you remember, the middle of that day
You lost your shadow,when the sky went grey
But silver still shone, bright in your hand
As you took the short cut,to the house of the damned
And that moments gone now, long disappeared 
Along with your shadow, even though the sky has cleared 

And no ones listening and no one cares 

Down by the river, the lights are on
You hear the sirens, sing out their song
What price forgiveness, can it be bought 
When your really sorry, that you got caught 
And they found you guilty, as you were charged 
But shiny silver is still at large

And no ones listening and no one cares 

Or so it seems

Heavy like a gold bar
They told me that I’d go far
Heavy like a gold bar

The Unshut Door( Acoustic)

Dusty flues, cogs in a wheel
Strike for the smith, turn that iron into steel
A precious thing experience, 
I have found it of great use and assistance 
To see a profit, you need more steam
And to these ends I have made these plans and schemes

To make things better I have a dream
And change that colour to improved engine green

Now good enough will never do
Remember the reason why your doing what you do
So prides a sin that might be true
But I’ve seen the damage that a lack of it can do
And I’d write you name way up on high
And the good we do we still be here after we die

To make things better I have a dream
And change that colour to improved Engine green

Improved Engine Green (Acoustic)

ITS 1917 IN SURREY AND

 FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOPS TO THE LOWLAND SEAS NEW LINES ARE DRAWN IN CASUALTIES

It’s been nice but I can not stay
I’ve seen what the papers say
Reminds me of what Iago said
And part of it stuck in my head
Hey slacker some men in khaki cry
It’s the green eyed monsters call to die
But it mocks the meat on which it feeds 
As the more it takes the more it needs

And at Madame Lind’s the lights are on
The clink of Glass and pianola song 
I can still hear as I reach my door 
Where a letter looms on the hallway floor

Now I was nearly forty one
when I appealed for my exemption 
For domestic hardship would ensue 
If I should limp round the colours too
Cause rheumatic fever did for me
When I was young my stick you see
So to aid the prosecution of the war 
In a civil role I’d help much more

And mechanically it carries on 
The ticking clock goes on and on 
Below the mantle piece supine on my knees
The fires lit with obituaries 

And like the steam from the six forty six
I was compelled into a new office
Where the letters swam in elusive shoals
I cast my net of coherent wholes
And the thief of time had been and gone
when the knot i tied it came undone
And that’s when I began to roam 
Beneath starlight and hedgerow 
I made my home

And I woke with the feathered songsters song 
And in my bones I felt the sunlight shone
Touched by the beauty of life and its brevity 
From small mindedness momentarily 

I took my, I took my, I took my , I took my      leave

Clink of Glass (Acoustic)

Story telling rooted in a sense of place and time.

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