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lyrics
There once was a lad who sailed the seven seas
And played on a lute so rare
He played for kings in far countries
He played with grace and care
One day he thought it’s time I settled down
I’ve had enough of the road
So he turned his steed back across the seven seas
And set his course for home
On a village green he met a charming maid
And he took her snow-white hand
He said you’ll be my one and only girl
And I will be your man
He was welcomed home by his family and friends
And presented his sweet young bride
They looked askance at this strange exotic bird
And drew him to one side
She's a witch, she's a witch
Can't you see, she's a witch
And I know you've got needs but not this
She's a witch, she's a witch
And we'll bet she's a bitch
She's a witch, she's a witch, she's a witch
He decided not to listen to their fears
And brought her to home and hearth
And thought all well until one night
he woke up in the dark
A pale, eery light was coming from the door
And called him down the stairs
And there on the hearth he saw his sweet young wife
In the form of a blood-soaked bear
She's a witch, she's a witch
Did I dream, did she switch
Was that sweet, pretty girl just a trick
She's a witch, she's a witch
All the curtains will twitch
She's a witch, she's a witch, she's a witch
He thought if I give her a child maybe then she’ll
Cease these nightly spells
But the seed he planted grew into a snake
And slithered down the well
He thought if I chain her to the stove
Perhaps she’ll just bake bread
But she melted the chains with the fire from her eyes
And baked his lute instead
He told her to cease her sorceress’s ways
He bade her stop or else
And the next day he found her naked on the floor
Making love with the devil himself
She's a witch, what a bitch
I've been duped, I've been stitched
What the fuck, she's a witch, she's a witch
She's a witch, she's a witch
From her tail to her tits
She's a witch, what a bitch, she's a witch
He realised he could take no more
So he packed his bags and ran
He found himself a non-magical girl
And became a family man
But sometimes in the dead of night
He looks out from his window
And from the trees that surrounded his old house
Comes an opalescent glow
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John Drumbo French from Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band worked with Thompson on two albums along with Fred Frith and Henry Kaiser.
Those two French, Frith, Kaiser and Thompson albums led me to this.
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With a career spanning 50 years and playing with two of my heroes (French and Cornwell) Thompson has produced a fascinating EP. yellowcakeuf6
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What a beautiful album! It's so quiet, yet highly dramatic. Bleached by the Sun just melts me. This work feels wholly original, yet carries vibes of Kate Bush and quieter Goldfrapp moments. Warren Harrison
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Three of the most talented folk/roots/acoustic artists currently at the very top of their game. Spoiler alert; is Spanish Lady actually about Catherine of Aragon or have I been reading too much Hilary Mantel? ***** bass_campdelta