Oh, Mr. Hund, what a pretty Rabbit you have,
Right there, you’re chewing on a Rabbit,

Oh, Mr. Hund, you’ve got such sloppy chops,
We hope that the Rabbit don’t drop in the mud as you’re running along,
Run along, Mr. Hund!

We hope that the Rabbit don’t pop spilling blood almost everywhere,
But you take care,
Oh, charming Mr. Hund and Rag Rabbit,
You take all my worries away.

Mr. Hund (and Rag Rabbit)

Harry sat alone on the computer with his friends,

Wrapped around in Fantasy,
Never in bed before 3,
Killing all these enemies,
With friends he’s never seen, shouting,

I know, I can kill a Jedi,
Whole,

Harry sat alone on the computer with his friends,

Wrapped around in Fantasy,
Never in bed before 3,
Killing all these enemies,
With friends he’s never seen, screaming

I know, I can kill a Jedi,
Like so,

Wrapped around in Fantasy,
Never in bed before 3,
Killing all these enemies,
With friends he’s never seen, raging

I know, I can kill a Jedi,
But he’s my friend.

How To Kill A Jedi (Michi Hohm Mix)

Text from 'The Wooing Of John Arden' from the book 'Ballads Of Birmingham'

Was ever so strange a wooing,
Was ever so mad a raid,
Was ever love’s rede so read ere this,
By youth that loved a maid?

Son of the haughtiest Arden,
Proud, too, was he of his race,
But dearer held than the Arden Hall,
Was the light of his mistress’ face.

Fiercely haughtiest Arden
Spake him a scornful “Nay,”
By pride of his mighty ancestory,
And lands he too should sway.

Now, Alice fairest of maidens,
Was child of Bracebridge bold,
Who counted sires of the Arden stock,
And held the Mercian hold.

Alice, at Kingsbury, pined,
And Richard her sire waxed sore,
Early one morn he mounted his men,
For ride to Pedimore,

Straight to the Hall of the Ardens,
For sake of Alice his child,
He galloped and seized the lover fain,
Was ever raid so wild?

(modern text:
A tale of love between two lovers,
When they ought to be gay,
Disapproval, disappointment,  always gets in the way,
And Arden thought he could get better than the match that was made,
All it came to was how much the bugger was to be paid.)

O wroth was haughtiest Arden,
Before great judges and King,
He told the tale of the wrong was his,
Nor hap’d till now this thing.

Yet little heeded John Arden,
And little Alice was dread,
Of judge or King. In Kingsbury Hall,
Love’s path was fair to tread.

Great judges and King decreed,
The twain should wed. For redress,
Should Bracebridge give Arden  his swiftest horse,
And Arden the twain should bless.

Was ever so strange a wooing,
Was ever so mad a raid,
Was ever love’s rede so read ere this,
By youth that loved a maid?



The Wooing Of John Arden

You see what you want to see, nothing changes,
You see what you want to see, that's all.

You hear what you want to hear, nothing changes,
You hear what you want to hear , that's all.

(unintelligable text)

Who says who what is?

Just be what you want to be and it changes,
Just be what you want to be, that's all.
That's all.

Who Says Who

Summon the witches, trolls and liars,
Summon the geeks and undesirables,
Tell me a tall tale, tell me porkies,
Spinning the truth into some story,

Come on, oh man, don’t string me along,
Tell me a tale to make me feel strong,
Or maybe a little happy,

So low, so high, somewhere in between,
A song, a ryhme, or something obscene,
You know , there’s no fences here,

Come on, don’t go, don’t leave me alone,
We’ll see what we can make of this storm,
We’ll tear the whole world down and make it anew,

We are the Kings of all we believe,
What do you believe?
Do you believe in the underdog?
Not forgetting the Queens...

Spinning The Truth Into Some Story (DEMO)

And nothing seems quite real,
Upon this stage of fools,
That stretches as far as the satellite can see
But I keep my bubble theatre,
Wrapped around me,
As I play this cast of characters,

But you see through all my disguises,
Gee, you’re full of surprises,
But I’m not scared, I’m not scared
‘Cause I’m the Mockumentary Man

You got your hooks in me,
And I know that you mean well,
But I want to stay here in my private Hell,
And everytime you look at me,
You’re missing the brick wall,
I don’t know how you’re infiltrating me but you

See through all my disguises…

Some day, I’ll be somebody,
Until that day, I’ll just keep waiting,
Hesitating, I’ll just keep waiting

Mockumentary Man (Demo)

3 songs from the forthcoming album 'It's Not The End Of The World'

Bastard

My Head Is Stuck In This Honeypot

Penicillin Me

Was a time in the old days - back in the old black and white
so before there was colour - so before the future was bright
I would sit around forever, or so it seemed at the time
And the time went slowly - it pulled me out of my mind

Oh I’d go to a place that would always allow me to stay safe and warm
Away from the world and away from all those dangers especially,
the people who want to change me

But then I got wiser, I discovered that pain makes you feel,
And If you feel something, well you know that something is real
It can make you feel alive-O, with your cockles and mussels aglow,
In small doses, like a pinch of salt to your wounds

Don’t let the fear of the unknown keep you in the dark where they will feed you shit and
treat you all like a herd of buttered suckered mushrooms,
to the people who don’t allow the change to..

And suddenly I see you through the  drunken crowd
And even though you almost knocked me out with your dancing,
I want to shout out loud
Ain’t never gonna let you down,
cause suddenly it seems the world it falls away behind you, behind you, it’s behind you

So now we are shiny, and now we are brand spanking new,
But it ay the Royal ‘We’, it’s a ‘we’ that includes the two
Ay never gonna let you down, unless I’m falling with you
Double heads over four heels, gonna tangle laughing to the ground

Oh what it is, what it is we don’t really understand it, ay planned this far
But we’ll take it all, take it all along with all the crap
and broken things we’ll keep for memories

The Broken Things We Keep For Memories

Chaotic Alternative Folk band playing original songs in English with more than the run of the mill topics. Instrumentation is exclusively acoustic, South American Charango's, Helikon, Ukulele's, Accordeon, Cornet, Guitar and Drum kit make up the GT sound with it's cheeky and un-self conscious ramblings through a half fantasy, half harsh reality musical songscape.



Gurdan Thomas

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