{en vedette} Tracy Munson ~ The Churchyard

This image is so strange and weird and funny all at once. I love it.

Originally published February 26, 2013.

There’s a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth’s finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Till the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard, there’s a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
“Ah-choo, excuse me”
Please Mr. Gravedigger, don’t feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn’t care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl’s hair
And you put it in your pocket
“God, it’s pouring down”
Her mother doesn’t know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it’s down below with the rest of her toys
And Ma wouldn’t understand, so I won’t tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
Yes, Mr. Gravedigger, you see me every day
Stand… Ah-choo standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish, Oh God
No, Mr. Gravedigger, you won’t tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I’ve started digging holes myself
And this one here’s for you
“Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn’t know of it
Hello misses, thought she’d be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain”


Please Mr. Gravedigger by David Bowie

{en vedette} Adam Mead ~ Singular

Sue, turn out the lights
It’s time to close up we’re through
Gotta clear it out
So let’s drink up, it’s past two
Girl, don’t push ’em out
They can walk out on their own
How many times I gotta tell you, bob,
You gotta drink up and go home
I don’t run a business
Just to talk to you all day

Clear out the backroom, sue
Stack up the chairs
Who broke this glass?
No one really cares
Go take the trash out
And vacuum the stairs
What do I
Pay you for?
And don’t forget to sweep up
The glass off the floor

Once I had plans
To fix up this place
A room where you could go to
And meet people with taste
They’d talk and they’d laugh
And forget the rat race
And I’d be just like one of those guys
With the moustache and face
Hey, help me pick up this case

Hey, I’m really sorry I blew up then
I’ve had no sleep
I’ve been up all night with my wife and brother-in-law
You know, Pete
At times, this world can seem
Just like a cold icy ball
But don’t let that discourage you
’cause you’re young—take that call
And if it’s my wife
Just try and stall

I was just wondering
How you get home
Do you have a boyfriend?
Or do you live alone?
I’m going your way
If you’re going mine
No, I feel fine
But before you go
Let me just pass on one thing

You’ve got a mission in life
To hold out your hand
To help the other guy out
Help your fellow man
That’s why I own this bar
They’re thirsty outside
I give ’em oceans to drink
And they drown in the tide

You’ve got a mission in life
To hold out your hand
To help the other guy out
Help your fellow man
That’s why I own this bar
They’re thirsty outside
I give ’em oceans to drink
And they drown in the tide
They just drown in the tide
They just drown in the tide
They just drown in the tide

Stan Ridgway ~ A Mission In Life

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