Old Blue Witch

by Fit and the Conniptions

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1.
I'm sitting in a field full of rich kids playing hippy There's a stall to save the whales and another that's a chippy And the music's up and down but all the lights are pretty trippy And the more I drink the more I think I'm getting pretty lippy Oooh, we're having such a damn good time In our autonomous collective Oooh, we're having such a damn good time If I look at it objectively My shoulder's getting tired cause it's weighed down by this chip And I feel so uninspired and I've bitten through my lip If I see another glow-stick then I think I'm going to flip And the music's going bleepy bleepy blip blip blip Oooh, we're having such a damn good time We're breaking all the rules now Oooh, we're having such a damn good time In our festival of fools Everyone's so beautiful, everyone's so arty Everyone has dropped two ton to get into this party There's guards along the fence but there's no bogroll in the shitter It's four pound fifty pence to buy a beer but I'm not bitter I'm drifting in the mud and I am lost among the litter And I'm sharing the experience with all my friends on Twitter Oooh, we're having such a damn good time In our autonomous collective Oooh, we're having such a damn good time If I look at it objectively Oooh, we're having such a damn good time We're breaking all the rules now Oooh, we're having such a damn good time In our festival of fools.
2.
There's a party tonight in Brixton Word's begun to spread They say the widow-making poll taxer cracked her last whip They say the strike-breaking milk snatcher checked out of the Ritz It's on the news... The old blue witch is dead. There's a party tonight in Brixton I'll stay at home instead. Cause the Iron Lady's bastard child is still in Number Ten And the hospitals are closing and the libraries are gone In other news... Some old blue witch is dead. The rich keep getting richer While the poor keep getting poorer And the blue rosettes keep laughing at us all The rich keep getting richer While the poor keep getting poorer What are you going to do? There's a meeting tonight in Brixton For all whose blood is red We're occupying, organising, working to unite Demonstrating, generating ways to win the fight Until we do... That old blue witch ain't dead. She ain't dead.
3.
Move On 02:20
Chorus: Move on to the next stage now Got to move on (right on) Better (better) move on to the next stage Gots to move on On to the next stage, nothing in my way Travelling, travelling, each day a new day Past misadventure, fading from my mind Holding me back so I'm leaving it behind, got to... Chorus Skin of the snake, that's such treacherous leather Close and oppressive and storming the weather Gonna shuffle it off with a shake and a groove Leave it behind continue to moo – oo – oo – … Chorus Got to keep, Got to keep keep, got to keep on moving yeah. Got to keep, I got to keep, Got to keep on moo-oo-ooving Got to keep, I-I got to keep, got to keep on moving now Got to keep, Got to keep keep, Got to keep on moving See the skin of the snake... Chorus Outro: Cause I got to keep moving.
4.
One of these days I will finally let myself Be myself, let myself be One of these days I will open up the cage Of my past, of my future, of me Stepping outside, blink in the sunshine Smiling through rain and clouds Going to fly through the sky With the wind in my eye Soon as I think I'm allowed... One of these days I will wake up completely Oh ho ho – be wholly awake and alive One of these days I will have all of the answers All the questions, all the will, all the drive. Stepping outside... I think I'm allowed now One of these fine days one of these fine days I'm allowed now One of these fine days one of these fine days
5.
Bob Crow 02:31
I dreamed I saw Bob Crow last night, Alive as you or me Said I, “But Bob, you're two years dead,” “I never died,” says he. “I never died,” says he. “The papers, Bob,” says I to him Him standing by my bed. “They said you had a heart attack.” Said Bob, “But I ain't dead. “The Evening Standard killed you, Bob, They ground you down,” says I. “Takes more than that to kill a man,” Says Bob. “I didn't die.” And standing there as large as life And smiling with his eyes, Says Bob, “What they could never kill Goes on to organise.” “Bob Crow ain't dead,” he says to me. “Bob Crow ain't never died. When working folk are out on strike Bob Crow is by their side.” From Dollis Hill to Tooting Bec, From Woodford to Heathrow, Where working folk defend their rights It's there you'll find Bob Crow. I dreamed I saw Bob Crow last night Alive as you or me. Said I, “But Bob, you're two years dead.” “I never died,” says he.
6.
Mermaid Song 03:45
You came from the sea with a cross in your pocket And marks on your face where they beat you to silence They promised you everything, left you with nothing Not even your name, or your clothes or your passport Chorus And here comes another man just like the other men Let him come quickly and soon go away again Here comes another guy just like the other guys Blind to the naked hate smouldering in your eyes In your eyes, In your eyes, smouldering in your eyes. And now you're a mermaid and no-one can sell you And no-one can hurt you and no-one can tell you Now you're a mermaid, your song is the ocean It floats with the tides in perpetual motion Chorus If you look upon my face you will remember me until the day you die Until the day the waters close above your head Until they close above your head I am a daughter of the ocean, I have travelled many miles on a lie So many miles on a promise left unsaid On a promise left unsaid Now you're a mermaid and no-one can sell you And no-one can hurt you and no-one can tell you Now you're a mermaid, your song is the ocean You float with the tides in perpetual motion Now you're a mermaid – mm, mm, mm Now you're a mermaid – mm, mm, mm Now you're a mermaid – mm, mm, mm Now you're a mermaid – mm, mm mm.
7.
Doctor David Kelly was a quiet man of peace A British civil servant in the arms control police He spent the nineteen nineties working for the UN team That oversaw the end of Saddam's bio-weapons dream. Kelly was a scientist, his field micro-biology No-one knew more 'bout biowarfare weapons and technology A man of truth and science, they rewarded him so well They made him CMG, he nearly won a Peace Nobel Fast forward to 2002 and Bush and Blair had plans for war Kelly got the dossier that said Iraq was ready for The use of dirty weapons in three-quarters of an hour Kelly knew it wasn't true and here the tale goes sour. He spoke to Andrew Gilligan, a journo for the BBC “I'll tell you what I know,” said Kelly. “Just don't say that it was me.” In the storm that followed they hung Kelly out to dry. Unusually the MoD confirmed he was the guy. Chorus And it was just like Kelly said. “If the war in Iraq goes ahead, They'll probably find me dead In the woods.” They called it suicide. Ain't saying that they lied. But what Kelly knew has died with him for good. I'm not one for conspiracies, but Kelly's death was very strange The day he died he spoke of many dark actors playing games They found him in the woods full of coproxamol, they said He'd slashed his wrists as well just to make sure that he was dead. And clever Kelly managed not to leave a print upon the knife That slashed his ulnar artery, from which it's hard to lose your life Both the paramedics who were present at the scene Remarked how little blood there was – no doubt his death was clean. But trust the British Government to clear up any mystery They never held an inquest to this day – instead the history Is this – they got Lord Hutton to investigate the case. He found the BBC were guilty – Blair could save some face. Now many questions still remain – we'll never know the truth I fear Ask Hutton – look him up sometime – a whitewash man his whole career But Norman Baker wrote a very interesting book And when you're done with that you might read up on Robin Cook. Chorus
8.
Carolina 04:22
I was walking down the road to Carolina Day was dawning on the beach with Carolina People talking saying nothing could be sweeter But I know that they don't know Carolina Chorus Won't you take me away – hey – oh Carolina Ain't going to stay here, oh no Oh no – oh – oh, Carolina. People say that the city's going to fall But I know that just isn't true at all Anyway, the city fell some years ago Have to say ain't nobody seems to know Chorus Instrumental verse Chorus
9.
Gay definitions, enthralling inaccuracy Grey propositions of hope and felicity Fake inquisitions divorced from reality Take your positions and then call them eternity What can you do when it's all a commodity Nothing is true in the jaws of insanity Welcoming you to the bowels of conformity Shitting you through the historical lavatory Turn out the lights Open the curtains Dirty daylight just filtering in Go and do useful things Go and do useful things Go and do useful things You win. No I said it you win. Organised government, truth and democracy Binding the firmament we all call society No room for argument, that would mean anarchy With as a consequent rape and brutality What can be said when you're hamstrung semantically Here in my head with my own private dictionary Leaving unread all my meaningless poetry When I am dead it will all die too along with me Chorus Instrumental verse Chorus.
10.
Oooooh, yeah Oooooh, yeah. Are you a student, academic or a lunatic You're probably all three Now I've been trying to give up ogling But it doesn't come easily And I look into your eyes across the carriage of a train I get the message – it wasn't meant for me. No it wasn't meant to be Now I'm a lover I'm a loser I'm a lunatic I live in chaos for the moment you see You are a woman on a mission in Wurttemberg Hanover and Saxony And I miss you so bad I've got to stay up all night Playing Doom and Duke Nukem 3D. Duke Nukem 3D. It was Stuttgart in October Doesn't sound romantic when you put it like that Stuttgart in October Oh woah oh Stuttgart in October Doesn't sound romantic when you put it like that It was Stuttgart in October Woah oh oh oh, Woah oh oh.
11.
Valentine's Day in the cemetery All of the dancers are dead Been running so long don't know where I went wrong I don't even know what I just said. Valentine's Day in the mortuary All of the knives are so clean They shine in the sun as they whisper of one Who will show them the things they have seen On Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day. Just a few hours, till it's all gone away. Valentine's Day in the hospital All of the nurses are gone Been looking for you, I don't know what to do I don't even remember this song Valentine's Day in the dockyard All of the ships sail away And I'm left here alone with a flower and a phone And a rock and a handful of hay. And a handful of hay Handful of hay Just a few hours, till it's all gone away On Valentine's Day Valentine's Day. Just a few hours, till it's all gone away.
12.
Brenda Finn 02:14
I went down to Embankment on an August afternoon, Twas there I spied sweet Brenda Finn all shining like the moon, Victoria Embankment Park is pretty in the sun, But prettier than Brenda Finn you won't find anyone Oh Brenda Finn oh Brenda Finn, the apple of my eye If I can't have sweet Brenda Finn I tell you I may die I told her that my friends and I were going for a few She said, “But I am working now, I cannot drink with you, (But) I order you to come to Covent Garden later on, If you can find me there perhaps we'll have a drink anon.” Oh Brenda Finn oh Brenda Finn, and what will happen then? If I can't find sweet Brenda Finn I won't see her again. I went to Covent Garden, I was walking round and round But – oh – my pretty Brenda Finn was nowhere to be found. And just as I was leaving, I was going home to cry, Someone came up behind me and I heard a voice say, “Hi.” “Oh Brenda Finn, oh Brenda Finn oh there you are at last, Come on and have a drink with me, my heart is beating fast.” “I will not have a drink with you, I have an aching head. But gladly will I sit with you and rest a while,” she said. And so it was that Brenda Finn and I became good friends. And later we were lovers too, but that's not where it ends. Oh Brenda Finn, oh Brenda Finn, oh will you marry me. If I can't marry Brenda Finn I don't know what will be.

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released May 7, 2017

Wayne Myers: Bass / Vocals
Duncan Menzies: Fiddle / Viola / Tin Whistle
Holly Mallett: Drums

Guest appearances by Whiskey Mick Rowan (mandolin), Dana Immanuel (banjo, vocals) and Saskia Doornbos (vocals).

All songs written and produced by Wayne Myers

Mixed and engineered by Gareth Small at Down and Left
www.downandleft.com

Mastered by Pete Maher
www.petemaher.com

Album art by Molly Crabapple
mollycrabapple.com

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I'm Wayne Myers, a singer-songwriter from London. I've been recording and performing increasingly misnamed bluesy folk-rock under the name Fit and the Conniptions since December 2005.

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