The Gallows Tree

by Our Man In The Bronze Age

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1.
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.
2.
05:39
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
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04:34
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.
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02:06
Foreign ways to council through the rough. The first breeze alters the ego’s.
5.
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.
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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 
7.
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.

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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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