Name: 4 - The Most Ugly Child by The Proc-Cast
Duration: 26 min 8 s
Description: Country/Americana - If you like your music a little bit country, then look no further. The Most Ugly Child play UK Americana, if that even makes sense... Well it doesn't have to make sense to be great music. Drawing on influences spanning the American South, The Most Ugly Child are a great listen. I spoke to Dan and Stevie about the band, their influences and most importantly Dan's guitar...

Country/Americana - If you like your music a little bit country, then look no further. The Most Ugly Child play UK Americana, if that even makes sense... Well it doesn't have to make sense to be great music. Drawing on influences spanning the American South, The Most Ugly Child are a great listen. I spoke to Dan and Stevie about the band, their influences and most importantly Dan's guitar...


4 - The Most Ugly Child

WFDD carried the very first broadcast from NPR in 1971. 

First NPR Broadcast

Lyrics:

I’m coming for the afterlife, maybe
We’ll get it right someday soon and
We’ll be a real memory,
It’s only gonna haunt our dreams 

But we hang our weight on every fragment,
Pieces we hope can hold us,
The cracks are written in to our faces,
Smiling like we don’t notice

Chorus:
When you think you want me, fade away,
It’s only my reflection that you see
You say we play the same games, think up the same ways,
Leave it all behind you
We play the same games, think up the same way
Leave it all behind you

We lay our path on solid ground,
We fear it, it crumbles under our feet and
We second guess every step
Stationed in our own regrets now

We hang our weight on every fragment,
Pieces we hope can hold us
Hang our weight on every fragment, now we’re waiting for the cut

We fall so far, to feel so wrong (this time we’re gonna make it out)
We fall so far, to feel so wrong this time

Chorus

I’ve been waiting for you touch, I been waiting for our time to start again
I’ve been waiting for you heartbeat, to come and rescue me
But it’s cold in the light of this room, now it’s the only way

Chorus


Fade

You Get What You Pay For

Pig Farmer

When a maiden I was, in the Spring of my life,
I was promised to a farmer for to be his wife.
He had a bull, he had cows, he had a dozen fat swine,
And a dresser and a feather-bed, ’twould all be mine.

And he had a good house and a measure of land,
I was lucky, so they told me, for to take his hand,
And he had a good house and a measure of land,
I was lucky, so they told me, for to take his hand,
Take his hand, marry that man,
Lucky, so they told me, for to take his hand.

To the man I was wed, to the man I was wed,
And he took a liking to the beating of my head,
And he give me a kick, and he give me a clout,
Saying, ‘Woman, hold your tongue or have your teeth knocked out’.

He was a wicked old man, he was a wicked old man,
And he thought he taught a lesson with the back of his hand.
He was a wicked old man, he was a wicked old man,
And he thought he taught a lesson with the back of his hand,
Back of his hand, wicked old man,
Thought he taught a lesson with the back of his hand.

I was ready one night, I was ready one night,
And I loaded his gun and then I give him a fright,
And I made him to weep, and I made him to die,
And I did it with the blessing of the lord on high.

And I did it with hate, and I did it with love,
And I did it with the blessing of the lord above,
And I did it with hate, and I did it with love,
And I did it with the blessing of the lord above,
Lord above, love love love,
Did it with the blessing of the lord above.

I’m as free as a lark, I’m as free as a lark,
I am sitting in the dock and I’m as free as a lark,
And the magistrate glares, and the magistrate frowns,
And the magistrate mutters, ‘Has the body been found?’

‘Has the body been found? Has the body been found?
Are the officers a-digging up the farmyard ground?
Has the body been found? Has the body been found?
Are the officers a-digging up the farmyard ground?’
Digging in the ground, down down down,
Never going to find the body if they’re digging in the ground.

O farmer of pigs, O husband of mine,
I’m in hopes you think it fitting that I fed your swine,
O farmer of pigs, O husband of mine,
I’m in hopes you think it fitting that I fed your swine.

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