We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      £0.50 GBP

     

  • Buy the Full Digital Album

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    in a gatefold sleeve with 12 page lyrics booklet.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Carvery of Blight via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      £10 GBP

     

lyrics

Will you hear of the cruel Coppinger?
He came from foreign kind
He was brought to us by salt water,
But sure he'll be carried away by the wind.
Will you hear a moment of this man
Thrown at us by the storm
From the waves to my fair mothers arms
From wild ocean to tended lawn

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

She carried him to her family's home
And tended to him, but oh
he spat and cursed at his fortune
finding no word to say cept 'no'
He dressed himself in heirlooms
Took a place before the fire
Sat at the head of the table
As the landlord and the squire

perched atop the seat of power
His mandate now complete
He took the good and worthy
And wiped them on his feet
He stocked and archived labour
He hoarded up the fruits
He watched the branches wither
While hacked through the roots

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

And when the gentry and the clergymen
Come round a visiting
They'll take a slice of his pie
But they won't question a bloody thing
Leaving with rooks beak and feathers
And a bitter tasting mouth
A cat's skin and head in their pocket
As they scuttle off back south

He'd put lock on every gate
And toll on every path
He'd double every rent
Cut every wage in half
Will he stop at nothing
Will nothing stop his laugh
Oh, Mama, put your man to rights
Or drown him in his bath

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

I repeat this story every day,
But they say my voice is mute
I have lived this moment a thousand times
With the lie I can't refute
I holler warning but they don't hear
I try to sing but to no avail
And weep into the silence.
When I see his black ship sail

To drag a harvest to the manacles
Another crop of good men
To grasp at once for reflected stars
Before getting dragged down again
Just to sell off the family silver
When it's washed up on the beach
Is nothing here worth saving?
Is nothing beyond his reach?

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

So, fine people of the mainland
Listen to my plea
When some tory rocks up on your coast
Pray remember me
Consider whether hell
Has any virtue that they lack
As you kick the fuckers in the arse and
Send the fuckers back

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

credits

from Carvery of Blight, released May 27, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Julian Gaskell image

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

contact / help

Contact Julian Gaskell

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Julian Gaskell, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Fabiana Palladino stops by to talk about her mesmeric debut LP.
listen now