Baby Jane opens the door
steps into the light
cracks open a beer can
and pours milk on the sidewalk
Like Jason planting dragon's teeth
a crop of skeletons rise
Stalks of corn
in the dimming light
Mary, quite contrary, steal the golden fleece
from Little Bo Peep
But Baby Jane knows the fleece is a myth
The big lie everyone believes
Meanwhile the Peter Pumpkin Eaters
are killing their wives
and burying them in pumpkin shells
No one notices
until the neighbours start complaining of smells
Nothing like property values dropping
to get the coppers hopping
Baby Jane knows how it goes
Boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
She's got her skeletons to keep her company
Don't we all?
As the spring rains start to fall
and the milk is washed away
Tiny white rivulets
crawling like blind worms
A negative image of blood
Like that night
when the end began
Father and daughter team up to make pretty folk music inspired by the day she was born and the day she'll leave home. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2015
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020