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A mix of songs from different recording sessions.

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released November 7, 2012

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Track Name: Poppylands of Overstrand
The Poppy Lands of Overstrand


Stepped off the train from London, In this new holiday town
Was looking for adventure, and to see what’s about
He couldn’t find no place to stay, So he took to the cliffs
Where he found a pretty place, with towering windmill opposite

Sleep! Sleep!
From the Cliff tops to the deep
Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!

He knocked on the door and enquired, are there any vacancies
He was greeted by Louie, she was only nineteen
“Yes we have a room for you” she said with a twinkle in her eye
“The room with the best sea view, it’s right next door to mine”

Sleep! Sleep!
From the Cliff tops to the deep
Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!


He strolled along the cliff tops, where the fields were ablaze
With rows and rows of poppies, how the beauty did amaze
And at the end of the Dead End Lane, was the old church tower
With its gardens graveyard remains, The sea below waiting to devour

Sleep! Sleep!
From the Cliff tops to the deep
Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!

In music of the distance, with eyes that are wet,
It’s there I remember, and there I forget!
O! heart of my heart! Where the poppies are born,
I am waiting for thee, in the hush of the corn.

Sleep! Sleep!
From the Cliff tops to the deep
Sleep! My poppy-land
Sleep!
Track Name: Rector of Stiffkey
The Rector of Stiffkey

Stiffkey Blue Cockles, Stiffkey Blue Sea
There once lived a Rector
Nicknamed Little Jimmy
He attended Kings Levees
And he fought in the war
But who could have predicted
What his life had in store

He was known as the prostitutes Padre
And he made the headlines in more than one way

Stiffkey Blue Cockles, Stiffkey Blue Sea
This Rector Little Jimmy
Had a soft heart you see
His travels to Soho
Caused much of a stir
He Rescued fallen women
Or so he’d conjure

He was known as the prostitutes Padre
And he made the headlines in more than one way

Stiffkey Blue Cockles, Stiffkey Blue Sea
The papers made Jimmy
Into a right mockery
His stories of charity were not believed
So he became an ex-clergyman
And was asked to leave.

He was known as the prostitutes Padre
And he made the headlines in more than one way

No more Stiffkey blue cockles
No more Stiffkey blue sea
He traveled down to Blackpool
To ware off his notoriety
He fasted in barrels
And was arrested for his crimes
Still making it into the papers
With glorious headlines

He was known as the prostitutes Padre
And he made the headlines in more than one way

He wanted to protest and clear his name
So into the cage with the lions he’d tame
He’d put his head right into it;s mouth
But stood on it’s tail while taking his bow
Track Name: Kings Lynn Witch
The Kings Lynn Witch


Chorus La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa
La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa


Verse 1
You blame me for the withered crops
As I am withered, like thee
You said I speak words to the devil
But he’s your affinity

Fiddle break over verse

Bridge
I once was, like the spring
In memory I’ll sing

Chorus
La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa
La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa

Verse 2
You line your pockets full of gold
A devils work be told
A myth, a lie, a fallacy
Will be your own demise you’ll see

Fiddle break over verse

Bridge
I once was, like the spring
To your demise, I’ll sing

Chorus

La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa
La Laa, la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa (repeat)

Ahhhhh ohhhh La la la la
Ahhhhh Ahhhhhhh