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THE CONTEMPLATION OF GNOMES
Gnomes in the garden Gnomes in time
Upon a time frozen
What do they rhyme
Some are on mushrooms
Some are on toads
Their faces of joy
Hide such haunting modes
How can such faces
A-be so sad
Oh for a wizard
To make them quite glad
A wand in her hand
Coming up the gravel drive
She would tap and she would yell
She would chant her great spell
There was once a one
Peaches his name
He was made from salt
And a pure horse’s mane
Trapped with a rod In hand by a pond
Oh where is that wizard With her trusty wand
Oh dirty Bertie
He is caught in a pose
One he rather regretted
Right down to his toes
They call for the moon
To shine down on them
She will be good you can tell
She will chant her great spell
What is it turned the gnomes to stone
What is it they have left unknown
Magic spells and bewitch-a-m-m-ment
The moon in winter its power all spent
If you catch them in the garden
Don’t bother looking again
They become painted plaster
Kitsch little men
Till the moon releases
And away they go
If you stare too long
It can never be so
They shall remain frozen
For ever and one day
There is nothing to be felt
Even the moon cannot help
Varnished and tarnished
It’s life chipped from stone
That is a-why they are
A-prostrate and prone
But painting and powder
Is not what they’re about
They’re real live fleshy
They bend and they pout
When they are quicker
It comes as no surprise
That we cannot see them
They’re invisible to our eyes
We need to look away
And let the moon do its work
They would melt and solidify
Become a real gnome sort of guy
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3. |
Those Newfangled Towers
05:20
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THOSE NEWFANGLED TOWERS
“I was at a ghost house
I was so frightened
I went in the ghost house
But I didn’t know it was a ghost house
The coffin was open
And the coffin said whooooool”
Avoided by all the animals
The strange cries of Garth
Its jilted lover is hanging
Hanging motionless in the dark
Run from your dear Nursy
Little Ann down the well
But in trying to save her
Nursy was drowned as well
To speak to the living
We silence the dead
What was left in the air
Murderous and red
Is rubbed from the ether
Electricity doubts
The night she is silent
When eeriness shouts
The clocks have stopped at Acton
And the pictures hang crocked on the wall
The two charming men by the fire
As if invisible go unnoticed at the Ball
There was once a nun at St. Michael’s
She is now but an eerie glow
One night she slipped on the stairs
And has been unable to let go
In the oldest part of Ma Foosie’s
They saw a man with a knife
In pin-striped trousers and waistcoat
Though he meant them no strife
What startled them the most was his image
Which they found under the floor
It was etched upon a whale’s tooth
And that is what they saw
In a house over at Deloraine
Mrs. Morris had to overcome her care
Of the clanking and clattering of irons
The sound of which she heard on the stair
This land is terrible
This land it is cruel
But newfangled towers
Bring death to the ghoul
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4. |
...Is a Scary Place
00:45
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5. |
Deer Hunting
03:01
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DEER HUNTING
It might be split down the middle
But you’re never on top
You have to keep off the grass
So away they hop
The keeper stands there
With her big metal key
So the other deer hunter
She gets in for free
The two little deers are
Oblivious to your sites
But watch out for the woods
Its point-of-view bites
Yes you’re a man
But didn’t you build the park
Deer hunting
Hunting, hunting
So never forget those little
Moments that you have
It is the hunting role
Of the father-stuff
Though the pentagram always
Wins no matter what the terrain
And you wear the hexagram
To prove that you’re a man
Maybe we’re not like those other men
But we are those other men
Deer hunting
Deer hunting
Only glimpsed through trees
Deer hunting
On bended knees
Deer hunting
Because you’re a man
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6. |
The Island of the Dead
04:59
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THE ISLAND OF THE DEAD
From out of the silence
You can feel it bring you down
It should never have ended
But “They weren’t killed?”
Our man of 29 Killed 35
Is this the face of evil
Or does it still survive
The Broad Arrows
That are pointing to
The Broad Arrows
That are coming from Isolated
But for this song
The Island of the Dead
The Island of the Dead
40 degrees South but I am not
A nursery or an earthenware pot
So I shall take it as it comes
Divide the days by twos and ones
I have seen a place with snow-capped mountains
And dark forests where only gnomes tread
There is something here I cannot explain
It runs under ice and through the air
Is it Child’s Play
The missing 000 tape
Did he even leave Seascape
For the Island of the Dead
The Island of the Dead
The Island of the Dead
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7. |
Ruby Jade
02:22
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RUBY JADE
Ruby Jade
Your silence
Ruby Jade
Your silence
Ruby Jade
The trees are falling
Ruby Jade
Now that you have gone
Ruby Jade
The forest dies
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8. |
Storchy Weather
04:01
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STORCHY WEATHER
Necro clouds necro clouds
I want to be under necro clouds
What’s it all about
Floating all about
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9. |
In Van Diemen's Land
04:21
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IN VAN DIEMEN’S LAND
Clap thy hands
Clap thy hands
For the Milkman is found dead “I have not done it”
The Milkman is found dead in his bed Margaret Coghlan
The grey headed old grog-blossom
No one could blame her
She was as pale as death
And her eyes were glittering in
A most remarkable manner
And I don’t know when I died
Some say time will begin again
I am the last that ever was
What is lost can never be found
In Van Diemen’s Land
In Van Diemen’s Land
In Van Diemen’s Land
So they hung her
The first and last in Van Diemen’s Land
And you can still smell
The blood under the beam
No match for time and vinegar “Oh! My God, what shall I do, What will become of me?”
There was no blood on his razor
She was doomed from the start
It was they who had satisfaction
Though she did at least have one
And now do you pity me
I must be from an age
Lost to such things
Am I now back to Dublin
Or still taking rum
Behind the church
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10. |
It's German
03:32
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IT’S GERMAN
There were many years
With nothing but a beard
Sister was almost lost
Nearly burnt for my stupidity
Burnt for my stupidity
Hours like I’d known
Him many more
And he almost makes me
And he almost makes me
And he almost makes me
Distance now it seems
Such a little thing
Cards stacked nearly quite a favour
But the pills keep me rooted
The heat that creeps down the arms
Just about keeps that girl
And the rest at bay
So I got a little problem
That’s what the grey bone is for
And even though it may be empty
And there’d be silence anyhow
I know what pumps from the heart
Is all very red and good
In a universe that just happens
And with the pain of women I only hope that I can stand
As he does for me
This is a song to my someone
But you know it isn’t like that
And he almost makes me
Not afraid
He almost makes me
Not afraid
And he almost makes me
Not afraid
And even if that heart may stop
Because I fear it
What’s beyond is not important
What is here and what is now
Is what we take with us forever
And it matters somehow
And what he is is what matters
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11. |
Poltergeist Girls
06:12
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POLTERGEIST GIRLS
I have a wish as big as my heart
For a girl whose mind is
Broken ready set start
I have known two one has killed me
Who is the other no one shall see
This I can not I can not control
Something so deep something so
Deep must take its toll
This state of mind is doomed to fail
So why do I swoon by such a female
I see
The beauty in the madness
Into a mind Neurosis my romancer
Into their livers
Like no one else
Poltergeist girls With English faces
It’s all in my mind
That it’s all in her mind If she hates herself
Then together we’ll bind
To get inside her
When no one else has dared
The fact that I exist
Will have her quite scared
There is something about the love
That needs to be needed
Girls who ride bicycles
Pale skinned and bleeded
The ones who really hold me
They have English faces
They seem to attract the dead In poltergeist places
This I cannot I cannot control
Something so deep
Something so deep
Must take its toll I cannot help
Being drawn to sorrow
A neurotic state of mind
May save us both tomorrow
So in the night when
You are not there
I will still be the one to
Save you from the razor
One day she will come and I will balance her thoughts
In the past it was kings and queens and shiny skin
So this is written as
There is nothing else
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12. |
Mr. Eternity
04:16
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MR. ETERNITY
Out of Sydney’s early morning
A word did appear
On walkways and doorways
Every one hundred yards
Where was it coming from
And whatever could it mean
There is so much to be read into
As to what it might mean
He was the man who wrote Eternity
He stooped one word Eternity
He was grey and frail
A bent old man
See him at Wynyard Station
He understood
Ridley asked where he would
Spend Eternity
So he knelt and wrote it out
Just one word in copperplate
Half a million times
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13. |
Goodbye Emma
02:47
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GOODBYE EMMA
Goodbye Emma
And thank-you
We shall never forget
The Forget Me Not
It’s tacked on the end
But it means such a lot
We know he shall never forget
We always keep our bowler
On in times of stress
Peter Peel alive
Just look out the window
He wears one too
There are swinging Overhead lamps
The badies with the
Sidecar coffin
Joy ride spin around
Spin around the park
It is a good place to
Hide a body
Professor Mater’s
Eccentric party
Eccentric party giver
Though they always
Always are
She gets the wrong
Man at Mother’s
Or or or does she
He remembers a
Woman like
A double-bladed
Kitchen knife
You were so
So needed
She is just
Not the same
Because his foot
Is in the paint
And it is written
On the wall
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14. |
Horns Used For Butting
11:44
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HORNS USED FOR BUTTING
By the light of
The full moon
Frost night
Frost night
Frost night
The sixth line
About a lack of light
Misunderstanding
Wrapped in evil
It is a goat with kind eyes
Staring out from
Tasmania’s dark past
Grey horns used for butting
Worship the goat
Like anything else
But how can that do
Anything at all
Its head synonymous
But sterile
They are horns
Used for butting
Compose it first
Make it fit
Repeat it again
Make it fit
Horns used for butting
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Diable Amoreux TAS, Australia
DIABLE AMOREUX is an avant garde / apocalyptic ‘gnomic’ folk band began in 1998.
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