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Lady Grey's Allotment

from Winterlands by Laura Hyland / Clang Sayne

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Lady Grey's Allotment

Mother, mother, mother,
you are past it and this
dirty whore, your daughter
flings your mantle to the floor
and dances wilder than a harlot

Lady Grey, we made you,
oh now nurse us in the darkness,
may we suckle at your cold breast,
may we kiss you and caress you,
may we huddle on your doorstep

Movers and shakers, on-the-makers,
wheeler-dealers, rock n' rollers
reeling to the rumble
of a hundred hollow pipers.
Snipers, sate our appetites
with pixel or with pencil,
tricksters, troubadours and thinkers,
mystify me with your musings

Lady, look upon your many minions
pin their high hopes to a pittance
Oh now none dare to admit it
but the asking price is precious

Lady labyrinthine and lithe,
lead us to the pyre,
lay us down supine

Every ugly alley offers up another lover,
every trussed up trend inspires
and then withers like a flower.
All our hours linger listless and protracted,
ripe and bloated with distractions,
fat and full with contradictions
Slipping softly, softly
slipping through our fingers

Tick tock tick tock tick tock
goes the clock. Quick, quick, quack,
quack, Oh how those gods
they mock us with this weather,
weilding sun and surly tempest.
All and sundry run for cover
in the bunkers and the bedsits

Lady won't you save us
from an unsavoury ending
but the Lady wouldn't listen
so we feigned to fight against her
with our foul and filthy lucre
and the puca in our pockets
and the banshee at the bedstead
and a demon in the closet

and we're calling 'Mother,
may we please appease our concience
with these lovely Autumn apples;
we have grown them in the good earth
of our Lady Grey's allotment.'

© Laura Hyland 2007

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from Winterlands, released March 9, 2010
© Laura Hyland 2007

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Clang Sayne Ireland

Described as ‘venturers in the post-genre slip stream, weaving folk, improv, art pop and contemporary classical into new material that is soft on the ear but tough as leather.’ (Cormac Larkin, Irish Times).

Laura Hyland (compositions, voice), Carolyn Goodwin (woodwinds, voice), Matthew Jacobson (drums, voice) ... more

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