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Burial Club
05:48
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The old lady one day she says to me
a thought has occurred in her head
“Just how hard up the young 'uns would be
supposing as how you was dead”
So I put on my best bit of brown
With brickdust my cheeks gave a rub
To the committee I went with a crown
To sign up to the Burial Club
(chorus)
Oooooh is nothing in this life enough?
You can fool some folks in this world sometimes
But you won't fool the Burial Club
Oooh, contempt is all we get from above
You can fool some folks in this world sometimes
But you won't fool the Burial Club.
Then I sent my old woman out one day
As a thought occurred in my head
To the committee and told her to say
As how her poor old husband was dead
In she went and she told them a tale
With chillies her eyes gave a rub
For a blow out jolly with jemmies and ale
At the expense of the Burial Club
(rpt. chorus)
So I served out the soup in good style
To show how genteel I had been
And the old lady showed them a while
How quick she could put away gin
We ate all the gammon whole almost
And after we finished the grub
The old lady proposes a toast
Here's a success to the Burial Club
(rpt. chorus)
We hired a base fiddle and fife
A pair of such good uns to go
But while dancing I noticed my wife
Seemed nuts on a cove she calls Joe
She told me right bang to my head
She wished I'd been choked by the grub
For she'd marry young Joe when I was dead
With the blunt from the Burial Club
(rpt. chorus)
We kept up the dancing all night
Until we could dance to more
And then we was put in a fright
By a precious loud rap at the door
A man in black popped in his head
Like the devil in search of his grub
He said "I've come for soul of the man what is dead
I belong to the Burial Club"
(rpt. chorus)
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The Ghost of Maria
04:13
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See the sky dark and cloudy, the night is begun
Whilst bawling hoarse watchmen from street to street run
And murmuring noises resound far and near
And the guilty are filled with confusion and fear
Maria’s destroyer retired to his bed
No fear filled his mind for contrition was fled
On a sudden he started, and instantly saw
Maria’s sad ghost, which the curtains did draw
Behold, quoth the spirit, this wandering shade
Of Maria, a ruined unfortunate maid
Untimely sent to her grave, ruined by thee
Exposed to want and extreme misery
Deserted by friends and most wretched forlorn
At night trudge the streets, curse the hour she was born
Then under some gateway takes up her abode
Whilst tears and reflections her wounded mind goad
The grave hide my body, my spirit doth roam
For a time tis to range, then be called to it’s home
So tremble false man, reflect on thy crime
Maria destroyed in her youth, bloom and prime
Think, how cruel the man who doth seek to destroy
The comfort of parents, their hope and their joy
As Maria is now, soon shalt thou be
For the grave soon shall open, prepared for thee
Thy fate is decreed, to the regions below
For the ruined Maria, thou art doomed to go
Repentance is useless, by thee I was slain
From parents, relations by fraud I was taken
The Gods will look on a perjured wretch sure
The torments of hell thou shalt surely endure
This said, quickly vanished Maria’s sad shade
Which closes the tale of this unhappy maid.
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Julian Gaskell UK
Described by angry locals as the bastard son of Waits, Strummer, Reinhardt and Rachmaninov, Julian Gaskell’s music over the last 20 years has followed a wayward path of withering agricultural-folk, klezmer accordion, overly-lyrical punk, gypsy-jazz guitar, tangos, waltzes, rhumbas and skiffled-up boogie-woogie piano. ... more
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