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The Bush Willie

by Limpid Green

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1.
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five pound note The Owl looked up to the stars above And sang to a small guitar ‘O lovely Pussy O Pussy my love What a beautiful Pussy you are You are, You are What a beautiful Pussy you are’ Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl How charmingly sweet you sing O let us be married! too long we have tarried But what shall we do for a ring?’ They sailed away, for a year and a day To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose His nose, His nose With a ring at the end of his nose ‘Are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will’ So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill They dined on mince, and slices of quince Which they ate with a runcible spoon And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand They danced by the light of the moon The moon, The moon They danced by the light of the moon
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When upon the haunted green Fairies dance around their queen Then from yonder misty skies Cometh Lady Button-Eyes Cometh like a fleeting ghost From some distant eerie coast; Where my weary wee one lies Cometh Lady Button-Eyes
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The Rock-a-Bye Lady from Hushabye street The poppies they hang from her head to her feet And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet When she findeth you sleeping There is one little dream of a beautiful drum There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum And a trumpet that bloweth And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams With laughter and singing; This little pig killed a crow This little pig had but one eye This little pig had roast beehive This little pig had The Bush Willie This little pig went to the brook And saw a little duck And shot it right through the head head head And boats go a-floating on silvery streams And the stars peek-a-boo With their own misty gleams And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams The fairies go winging Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet? They’ll come to you, sleeping So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushabye street With poppies that hang from her head to her feet Comes stealing; comes creeping All aboard for Shuteye Town…
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Come, my little one, with me There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; Heavy are your eyes, my sweet Weary are your little feet Don’t detain The Shut-Eye train See unfold delights untold And in those mysterious places We shall see beloved faces And beloved voices hear In the grace of Shut-Eye Town Over hill and over plain Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train Through the blue where bloom the stars And the Mother Moon looks down We’ll away to land of Fay Oh, the sights that we shall see there Come, my little one, with me there ‘Tis a goodly train of cars All aboard for Shut-Eye Town Swifter than a wild bird’s flight Through the realms of fleecy light We shall speed and speed away Let the Night in envy frown What care we how wroth she be! To the Balow-land above us To the Balow-folk who love us Let us hasten while we may All aboard for Shut-Eye Town Shut-Eye Town is passing fair Golden dreams await us there We shall dream those dreams, my dear Till the Mother Moon goes down
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Words by Rupert Brooke Voiced by Graham Redman Heaven of Joy - Hell of Pain It’s the very first word that poor Juliet heard From her Romeo over the Styx And the Roman will tell Cleopatra in hell When she starts her immortal old tricks I have risen to the uttermost Heaven of Joy I have sunk to the sheer Hell of Pain But it’s not going to happen again, my boy It’s not going to happen again Pain of Joy… my boy
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Through the murk and mist and gloam To our quiet, cozy home In the depth of yonder skies Cometh Lady Button-Eyes Never footfall can you hear As that spirit fareth near In such soothing, tender wise Cometh Lady Button-Eyes
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How often I’ve sustained a shock Since I have owned my eight-day clock At first, I wound it once a week (Bless me! how the key did creak!) And then I pondered, “Where ‘s the need? The thing would go at even speed A whole day longer, if neglected; And I, for one, can’t be expected To wind and wind on every Sunday A clock that ‘s bound to run till Monday And yet each week to add a day And recollect, is not my way And this it is that bothers me My clock and I do not agree Suppose you buy an eight-day clock And add it to your household stock And wind it every week, we’ll say Letting go that extra day How many times (to be quite clear) Must it be wound within the year? And on the other hand suppose You let it run till toward its close And so, on each eighth day, delight In winding it with gentle might And never miss the task ‘tis clear You’ll wind it fewer times a year But just how many times, you see May best be told by you, not me
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In an ocean, ‘way out yonder (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander Whither children love to go It’s their playing, romping, swinging That give great joy to me While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing In the amfalula tree   There the gum-drops grow like cherries And taffy’s thick as peas Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please Big red sugar-plums are clinging To the cliffs beside that sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree So when children shout and scamper And make merry all the day When there’s naught to put a damper To the ardor of their play There the gum-drops grow like cherries And taffy’s thick as peas Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please When I hear their laughter ringing Then I’m sure as sure can be That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree For the Dinkey-Bird’s bravuras And staccatos are so sweet His roulades, appoggiaturas And robustos so complete That the youth of every nation Be they near or far away Have especial delectation In that gladsome roundelay There the gum-drops grow like cherries And taffy’s thick as peas Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please An echo cometh bringing The news to all and me That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree I’m sure you like to go there To see your feathered friend And so many goodies grow there You would like to comprehend Speed, little dreams, your winging To that land across the sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree
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The Peeper 04:49
Brow Bender Eye Peeper Nose Smeller Mouth Eater Chin Chopper Knock at the door, peep in Eye Winker Tom Tinker Nose Smeller Mouth Eater Chin Chopper Chin Chopper Lift up the latch, walk in Brow Bender Eye Peeper Nose Smeller Mouth Eater Chin Chopper Chin Chopper Chin Chopper Chin Lift up the latch, peep in Mouth Eater Tom Tinker Nose Smeller Eye Winker Chin Chopper Chin Chopper Chopper Chopper Chin Knock at the door, walk in Pat it, kiss it, stroke it, bless it
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There was a man in our town And he was wond’rous wise There was a man in our town He jumped into a bramble-bush jumped into a bramble-bush And scratch’d out both his eyes There was a man in our town And when he saw his eyes were out With all his might and main And when he saw his eyes were out He jump’d into another bush Jump’d into another bush And scratch’d them in again There was a man in our town
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\Never whisper, never word From that shadow-queen is heard In ethereal raiment dight From the realm of fay and sprite Layeth she her hands upon My dear weary little one Then she smooths the eyelids down Over those two eyes of brown Dearest Feel upon your brow That caressing magic now For the crickets in the glen Chirp and chirp and chirp again Hush, my sweet From yonder misty skies Cometh Lady Button-Eyes
13.
Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie When the pie was opened The birds began to sing Wasn’t that a dainty dish To set before the king The king was in the counting house Counting out his money The queen was in the parlour Eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes When up came a blackbird And nipped off her nose ~meanwhile~ This is the farmer selling his corn That catched the cock that crowed in the morn That waked the priest all shaven and shorn That married the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built Thy father watches the sheep Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree And down falls a little dream on thee Sleep, baby, sleep The large stars are the sheep The wee stars are the lambs, I guess The fair moon is the shepherdess Sleep, baby, sleep Hushabye baby on the treetop…
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Amen 03:49
It is over What is over? Nay, how much is over truly? Harvest days we toil to sow for Now the sheaves are gathered newly Now the wheat is garnered duly          It is finished What is finished? Much is finished known or unknown Lives are finished; time diminished Was the fallow field left unsown? Will these buds be always unblown?          It suffices What suffices? All suffices reckoned rightly Spring shall bloom where now the ice is Roses make the bramble sightly And the quickening sun shine brightly And the latter wind blow lightly And my garden teem with spices Amen

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A colorful collection of fairy stories, nursery rhymes and lullabyes. We bring familiar and unfamiliar poems of old to life, not necessarily as they were intended. Best experienced gaplessly.

This album features the vocal talents of people we've never met:
Adrian Praetzellis
Squid Varilekova
Allyson Hester
Ruth Golding
Graham Redman
Laurie Anne Walden

In the spirit of Syd Barret's Pink Floyd, and his songs such as Mathilda Mother, Flaming and The Scarecrow, and his "Irregular head", Limpid Green presents "The Bush Willie".

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released December 27, 2013

...This little pig killed a crow
This little pig had but one eye
This little pig had roast beehive
This little pig had The Bush Willie...

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Limpid Green Minneapolis, Minnesota

Our music always starts as impromptu sketches. Sometimes we embellish them by mixing and matching clips or by adding found- sounds. Lyrical content comes from out-of-context dialog of many diverse sources.

Greg Mathieson
guitars, synths, bass, electronics, devices, mixing, post-production

Bernard Olson
drums & percussives, synths, electronics, mixing
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