A mistake has been made it's a fact they can't hide
Though I'm partly to blame it can not be denied
There ain't no use defending it seems I 've been
Tending the wrong grave for 23 years
A letter dropped on to my doormat one day
And I thought I'll ignore that it might go away
And I took up my shears to the place tha for years
I presumed my sweet darling had lain
Curse those in charge of plots
Curse these forget-me-nots
I've been sharing my inner-most thoughts with an Edward McGray
I'm inconsolable and at times uncontrollable
Ah but she wouldn't know because she's two hundred meters away
Let's complain
On my long weary journey back home I took the less frequented path and
Ended up in the Meadow of Consolation
It was a magical place
I half expected a nymph to appear
Shyly from out of the brake
Some not unexpected sheep from the brushwood
And me dressed as a Dandy in practice for the Summer Eights
Even the glebe cow started to drool
But then almost inevitably Claire Rayner appeared
I'm............
Numb from the sting that I've been tending
The wrong grave for 23 years
I walked up in autumn I ran up in spring
To the wrong grave for 23 years
Oh ding-aling-aling
Now ain't that a thing
The wrong grave for 23 years
The wrong grave for 23 years
The wrong grave for 23 years
And now the notes taken from www.hmhb.co.uk
glebe cow Cow put out to pasture on church land for the vicar. This is a reference to a Thomas Hardy (yes, him again) WW1 poem, Channel Firing
Summer Eights Rowing, university boat-race style.
Claire Rayner Jounalist, novelist, broadcaster and honorary associate of the National Secular Society. Perhaps "GMTV's agony aunt for the last 23 years" would be more descriptive.
Monkey Man adds:
Brake a thicket, or bracken
This was written after Nigel had heard about this story..
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Thanks Sir Findo.
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It's happened again. This time in Staffs. This time the church the family thought it was the wrong grave, so the church dug it up to prove them wrong.
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"wit and sheer intelligence". Indeed, hmhb lyrics are among the few that demand the intention of the poetry-lover, among with Bob Dylan's and Mark E. Smith's.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, has anyone else noticed the echoes of John Betjeman?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.
or the famous
Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough.
It isn't fit for humans now.
These could be by hmhb. If Betjeman had been born 60 years later and taken up the guitar ... Come to think of it, he did make a record with some rock people.
WilcoxAJ
Ha! Betjeman gigging with the Biscuits: what a thought.
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