The Gallows Tree

by Our Man In The Bronze Age

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Recorded 2011 at The Old School Studios Milton Keynes
& Strongroom London

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released June 13, 2012

Written And Performed By -
Jonathan Muston
Tom Platt
Pete Joy
Justin Hodges
Andi Jackson
Graham Hulbert

Recorded & Mixed by Tom Platt.

Mastered by Acle Kahney
Artwork by Lewis Mclean.

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Track Name: Lying On Wormy Ground
I lie, I lie, I lie on your pitchfork hills- it's not the greatest ground for me.
The dirt is loose and other crumbs are bugging me- the worms are rolling out to see.
For all the effort’s worth, for all my gallantry, there is no fluttering.
I tried, I tried, I tried to measure- but the yardstick’s imperial- it’s not the greatest ground for me.

For all the effort’s worth, for all my gallantry, there’s still no fluttering.
The dirt is loose and other things are bugging me- the worms keep rolling out.
I tried, I tried to lay on your pitchfork hills- it's not the greatest ground for me.
Track Name: Eyebags
Jean, Jean, Jean; She was all worn out,
She had holes, they frayed. She has holes, they’ve stayed.

Jean, Jean, Jean- why d’you dye your hair?
‘Cause I don’t like blondes and the redhead lied.

Jean, Jean, Jean- found her oh so tired,
From the day to day- she had sold her fire.




I cannot solve this overnight
Up on my shoulders this will go
An hour glass only holds your life
You can't stop just how she flows

I may look comfortable at times
I'm confused only by unknowns
Love is the answer to defy 
Love is what will end the road

So i'll put my best suit on tonight 
Follow the surges and the glows
Mumma she told me not to fight
The fight be lost the chance be blown

So i'll find this sentence here tonight
And oh how the temperature it rose
I fall and i vanish out of life
I'm stepping out i'm swinging low
Track Name: Her Lucidity
Slowly enter the main subconscious.
Spineless vision frantically caved in.
Out of all control the voiceless scream.
Out of all the control- The Gallow Tree

We’re getting close to the heights of seeing some commotion resting in our arms- well enchenté.
The convict and the crust are weak- and those contained to my idle bones.
Track Name: The Other I
Foreign ways to council through the rough.
The first breeze alters the ego’s.
Track Name: Jean - A Turn For The Worse
And then a woman, she came along and sat on down,
She put a note on the trunk for the men in the town-
‘Said she was a big girl and was looking for love.
Her love was cheap- for the beat, for the collar and cuffs.
I saw her working up a steam in the human cafe.
She loved her food, she was rude, she was winning the race.

I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all.


Get inside it. All over this place.
Crying for help. Lifeless turning.
Trailing nowhere, breaking the chains.
Find a hope for work in motion.


I came across a dug hole- stump had turned to dirty coal
Belly’s gone, belly’s gone- The place I wrote my name upon.
I muddied off to see the worms, the coins, the dirt- all had turned skeletal.
They chopped it down.
They cut it’s throat.



What we have, caught the fall
And what we have, seeming this way,
At the time, fall in line, 
Come and steer it here tonight.

(Sample to Suffer)


Another race round the bend goes on and on.
Another race round the bend goes on and on.
Another race round the bend.

Another race round the bend goes on and on.
Imagination’s a friend- a lonely one.
Another race round the bend.
Track Name: It Seems They Have Our Whereabouts..
A reason dies lies shred and torn 
Back through our eyes we are reborn
In sleep we find our whereabouts

A final straw that brakes the back 
The rain that falls upon our tracks, alive

The droves they march across the line
The dusty boots that fall in time
It seems they have our whereabouts

So speed your wit with supple thought
We hold our ropes and keep them taught tonight

In case you'd rather run
Fly wait for no one
In case you'd rather run
Fly 
Track Name: The Gallows Tree
All the dogs on the pavement turned up their nose at the silly one’s,
and they run through the kissing-gate, to the garden, so I follow on..

I took myself down to Gallowstree- hooked up a rope and swung in the breeze.
I stayed for a while and I picked up coins, and I carved the belly for you.
And now they’re knocking ‘em down like diamonds, but I put a spell on the ground.
My favourite side was a little closer to home.

All the notes of the sirens, of the city, of the prickly ones,
and the females with their furrowed brow’s looking for me- but I’m not around.


I took myself down to Gallowstree- hooked up a rope and swung in the breeze.
I stayed for a while and I picked up coins, and I carved the belly for you.
And now they’re knocking and breaking ‘em down, but I put a spell on the ground.
My favourite side was a little closer home.