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The Ballad Of Sparklehorse

Once upon a crumbly cake, the morning spiked with dew
Migrainee woodsman fixed the brace into his tarheel shoe
He said goodbye to Charlie, now unfit to sit or shake
D’hound all fat with venom from a timber rattlesnake
He tried to make a break that day, sad woodsman on a dare
But vexed instead he found himself hosting quite a bear
Stupid, slow and overfed this woolly one was not
Our hero knew not half the tricks his caller had forgot
The bear blew snuffling cross the porch, scratching down the wall
And clawing at the baseboards where the meeker beings crawl

Let me in you silly man, I’ve waited far too long
It’s time to taste your body now,
I’m weary of your song
For five long years I’ve listened, most contented I’ll admit

But just this morning I awoke and had enough of it
I think it’s time I ate you, and that queer dog Charlie, too
You’re useless – it’s been ages since you sang me something new
He made the bear a promise, to shine up something big
Brewed in Murder, lust and loss and all that shit you dig
I’ll just filly fetch the others, collect em all back here
It wont be long til there’s a tale or 12 for you to hear
If I falter you can eat them, spit their bones across the bog
Just leave this busted woodsman and his bloated, snakebit dog

Quite intriguing thunk the bear, but wary just the same
(His mother taught him not to smoke and never trust the lame)
So tell me sorry woodsman, is that Sophie lass around?
I think she sounds delicious, so savory pound for pound
I’ll say, spake the woodsman, and I’ll bring the miner, too
He’s a stringy bastard, but could be nice in stew
And so many tasty others I could scare up for yr stores
If you’ll let me just get on with it, attending to my chores

So mountaintop to tarbox to a Scottish chapel dank
Upon a haunted desktop with a dangermouse he drank
With a Christian and his johnny hot, he toiled in the know
And smarted near the altar between weatherhead and beau
In Bristol town with Adrian they gave that bear what for
Spanking on the steely strings with bristles from a boar
Then to the static they returned, to satisfy the beast
To rescue Sweet Teresa from the devils of the east
Just then his fucking brace gave out, hard wear begat this fall
And so the famished, fetid bear began to eat them all

– Written by Dave Ayers and Ambrosia Parsley, on the occasion of
the release of “Dreamt For Light Years In The Belly Of A Mountain”

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