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Immediate download of Electric Lullaby (feat. Flora Dempsey) in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Beautifully packaged with a front cover photograph from Sergei Polishchuk, showing a family in the Ukraine c1950 unwrapping their new radio.
Includes immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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about
This song concerns three oddities you may not want in your home. The first two are from folklore. The Lankin could be many things: a homicidal stonemason, a leper trying to cure himself by bathing in the blood of innocents or, as Spacedog like to think, an infanticidal golem of the British Isles. The child speaking in this song is a revenant - one from the English ballad ‘The Wife of Ushers Well’. Revenants are the soulless bodies of relatives who visit on Martinmas Eve (10 November). These are the zombies of the British isles. The third curiosity comes from the archives of the Electrical Association for Women, c1930. Here, an anonymous writer is intoxicated by her new domestic electricity supply and all it can offer. She writes a tender poem about a machine which passes an electric current though her baby, lulling him to sleep.
lyrics
Soon as they reached their mother's gate
so loud the bell they ring.
There's none so ready as their own mother dear
to loose these children in.
Said the lord to his lady
as he called for his horse,
'beware of that Lankin
that lives in the moss'.
Said the lord to his lady
as he rode away,
'beware of that Lankin
that lives in the hay'.
So they tied every window
and they tied it with a pin
save for one little window
where the Lankin crept in.
How can we eat my mother dear,
How can we make good cheer,
When you'll not let our souls to rest
in that place when we were there?
Hush a bye baby
Mother is near
Don't you cry my precious
Take an Ampére
Hush a bye nursie's
gone for the night
Mother will see
that the contacts are right.
While the light burns
She sleeps
The cock crows
The day doth dawn
The channering worm doth chide
If we be missed out from our place
a sore pain we must bide.
credits
from
Juice for the Baby,
released 09 December 2011
Words and music Sarah Angliss
Incorporating the traditional English song Long Lankin and an anonymous poem from the Electrical Association for Women c1930.
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