SONY ACADEMY AWARD WINNING SONGWRITER FROM COUNTY DURHAM

New album- Crazy Pagan

A REAL “SO-LOWE” ALBUM AT LAST!

A new album from Jez Lowe, all on his lockdown lonesome, playing all the instruments, singing all the songs… Including a homage to a sporting hero (SHAKING MONTY), a touching tribute to a folk legend (LOUISA’S CHOOSING), a couple of nods to the rock bands of yesteryear (LOON IN THE MOON  and HIGH HANDENHOLD), one of his most striking protest songs (THIS IS NOT MY TRIBE), a duet with a pit-shaft (COAL MOUNTAIN) and what could be the ultimate Tyneside love song (TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE)… And more besides… Twelve new songs from the Crazy Pagan in the striped sweater.

CRAZY PAGAN – Tantobie Records TTRCD 120 – November 1st 2020

Tracks : SHAKING MONTY / THIS IS NOT MY TRIBE / LOUIDSA’S CHOOSING / TIME RICH, CASH POOR / FARMER SUN / HIGH HANDENHOLD / THREE INDIAN KINGS / HONEYMOON TERRACE / LOON IN THE MOON / COAL MOUNTAIN / TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE / THE CORLY CROONS

 

THE LYRICS TO THE SONGS

SHAKING MONTY (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

HEROES AREN’T A PATCH ON WHAT THEY USED TO BE,

NO-ONE TOLD ME THAT THEY’RE ONLY FLESH AND BLOOD,

I SHOULD’VE LISTENED TO THE ONE WHO TOLD US EVERYTHING

HE WAS SAYING WE COULD SAY IT JUST AS GOOD.

IDOLS AND ICONS AND EYE-CANDY, I CAN

DECLARE I FIND IT HARD TO BE IMPRESSED

SO WHY AM I WEAK KNEED WALKING WITH A DAMN FOOL’S GRIN

UP TO A MAN NO BIGGER THAN THE REST?

 

                SHAKING MONTY BY HIS MAGIC HAND

                QUAKING IN MY BOOTS UNTIL MY TURN COMES ‘ROUND,

                KEEP ME UP OR I’LL GO BOUNCING TO THE GROUND

 

GATHER ROUND AND BLATHER OF A PITCH IN TIME,

BOOTS AND LACES, FACES WE ALL KNOW,

AND A NINETY MINUTE MEMORY ON BRIGHT GREEN GRASS,

PAIN OR GLORY WHEN THE FINAL WHISTLE BLOWS

FLOODLIGHT AND RED AND WHITE AND HOPE IN SIGHT,

A BLACK CAT LAPPING AT THE CREAM

AND ONE MAN STANDING ON THAT LAST WHITE LINE,

READY FOR TO TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM

 

I KNEW A GIRL FROM PENNYWELL, SHE SAID SHE WAS HIS COUSIN,

BUT WHETHER THAT WAS TRUE I’VE NEVER KNOWN

SPENDIN’ NIGHTS IN HENDON WHEN THE BANKS WERE BUZZING,

TIL I FOUND OUT SHE WAS PLAYING AWAY FROM HOME.

WE CAN BIVOUAC IN WITHERWACK SEABURN CAMP  

UNTIL THE DAY THAT THE LIGHT BEGINS TO SHINE,

I WAS A FAIRWEATHER FOLLOWER WITH TWO LEFT FEET

TIL THE DAY I TOOK HIS HAND IN MINE.


THIS IS NOT MY TRIBE
(J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

DON’T PAINT ME IN THE COLOURS OF THE DAY

THAT YOU LOCKED UP DEMOCRACY AND THREW THE KEY AWAY

DON’T TAR ME WITH THE BRUSH THAT THE FLAG BOYS WAVE,

I AM LOST IN THE LAND WHERE I BELONG

AND DON’T ASK ME TO TELL THE TEACHER TALES,

OR TO WORSHIP AT THE CROSS WHILE YOU HAMMER IN THE NAILS

OR TRUST YOU JUST ‘COS YOU’RE A WHITER SHADE OF PALE,

I AM LOST IN THE LAND THAT I BELONG


CHORUS
THIS IS NOT MY TRIBE, NOT MY TRIBE, THIS IS NOT MY TRIBE,

THEY PILLORY THEIR PROPHETS AND THEY RIDICULE THEIR SAGES AND THEIR SCRIBES,

THIS IS NOT MY TRIBE, NOT MY TRIBE, THIS IS NOT MY TRIBE,

CAN’T YOU HEAR THE VOICES CALLING WE ARE LOST IN THE LAND WHERE WE BELONG

AND DON’T TELL ME WHO USED TO RULE THE WAVES,

TELL IT TO THE SOULS THAT LIE BEWILDERED IN THEIR GRAVES,

DON’T TELL ME I’D BE HAPPIER IF ONLY I BEHAVE,

I AM LOST IN THE LAND WHERE I BELONG

CHORUS

AND DON’T SOLD ME WITH HOW GRATEFUL I SHOULD FEEL,

THEN BREAK MY GUILTY HEART WITH YOUR CHARITY APPEALS

TO PAY FOR THE DIGNITIES YOU PILFER AND YOU STEAL,

I AM LOST IN THE LAND WHERE I BELONG.

 

LOUISA’S CHOOSING (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

THAT FINAL SPRING I CHANCED TO MEET LOUISA ON ST NICHOLAS STREET,

MY ANXIOUS SMILE AND TIMID GREETING SHE SEEMED TO FIND AMUSING,

SHE SWORE A MERRY CURSE OR TWO, MUCH LIKE SHE ALWAYS USED TO DO,

BUT ALL ELSE WITH HER WAS STRANGE AND NEW,

THAT WAS LOUISA’S CHOOSING

                LOUISA AS THE WILD GEESE FLY,

                LOUISA SAID GOODBYE

BALLAD SINGER, SHANTY MAN, HUSBAND, LOVER, FANCY MAN,

HIS SONGS AND TUNES THEY DANCED AND SANG WITH CONCERTINA SQUEEZING,

BOLD LAD HE WAS TO SAIL AWAY FROM RIVER TYNE TO FRISCO BAY,

BUT THE COURAGE HE WOULD SHOW ONE DAY

IT FAIR TOOK SOME BELIEVING

SOME ASKED IF FALLING NIGHT CAST ENOUGH LIGHT FOR LIFE TO START ANEW

BUT SOMETIMES NEEDS GO DEEPER THAN THE SEEDS OF DOUBT COULD EVER DO

 

AND THERE SHE WAS NOW STANDING PROUD, AS FEARLESS AS A FLYING CLOUD,

AND FORTUNE’S WHEEL NEVER THINNED THE CROWD OF FRIENDS SHE ONCE FEARED LOSING,

WE PARTED, THEN IT WASN’T LONG, ‘TIL BENNY CALLED AND SAID SHE’D GONE,

ST NICHOLAS STREET WILL MISS THE SONGS

THAT WERE LOUISA’S CHOOSING.

 

TIME RICH, CASH POOR (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

I MADE A DEAL WITH THE LARK AND SONGBIRD, FOR ANOTHER FEW HOURS IN THE SACK,

THEY CALL ME THE SLUG OF THE SNAIL-WORLD, NOT EVEN A SHELL TO CALL HOME ON MY BACK,

THEY SAY I WALK DOWN EASY STREET,

THERE’S PEOPLE THERE YOU OUGHT TO MEET.

                THEY’RE ALL TIME RICH, CASH POOR,

                TIME RICH, CASH POOR,

                NO-ONE COMES KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR,

                WHEN YOU’RE TIME RICH, CASH POOR

 

I AM OLD, I AM YOUNG, I AM MANY, I AM ALL COLOUR, CREED, NAME AND RACE

AND I CURSE THOSE WHO DARE TO CONDEMN ME, AND WINE WELL AND DINE AS THEY LAUGH IN MY FACE,

THEY WRAP A CLOAK OF SHAME AROUND US,

THEY CALL US BEGGARS, NAMES AND SCROUNGERS.

 

AND WHEN THOSE SOOTH-SAYERS SAY WHAT THEY SEE,

THEIR SOOTH-SAYING DON’T SOOTH ME,

THEY SAY THIS IS HOW IT ALWAYS WAS, HOW IT WILL ALWAYS BE.

 

TIME’S NOT TO WASTE OR TO SQUANDER, YOU’VE GOT TO TAKE BOTH THE SMOOTH AND THE ROUGH,

BUT MY LIFE’S OT RICH MEN TO PLUNDER, I’LL STAND UP AND SHOUT OUT “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

I’LL NOT BE LAST MAN PAST THE POST,

AM I MICKEY THE MOUSE OR AM I MICKEY THE MOST?

 

 

FARMER SUN (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

OLD MAN OF THE LAND TELL ME WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

YOU’VE WASTED GOOD MEADOWS TO HARVEST THE SUN,

THERE’S BLACK GLASS NOT GREEN GRASS WHERE CATTLE ONCE GRAZED,

AS IF PHOEBUS COULD FEED US, THOUGH FEEBLE HER RAYS

                A SOWER A REAPER WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME

                YOU’RE OLD FARMER SUN, WE’LL CALL YOU OLD FARMER SUN

 

HE SAID, MY GRANDFATHER BOWED DOWN AND ONCE SOLD HIS SOUL,

TO BARONS WHO SCRAPED AWAY HIS LAND FOR THEIR COAL

BLACK MONEY FROM BLACK HONEYCOMBS THAT CHOKED OUT YOUNG BREATH

AND SENTENCED THE SKY TO A SLY SMOKEY DEATH

                BUT NOW HEARTS ARE BEATING TO A NEW DAY’S DRUM

                CALL ME OLD FARMER SUN, CALL ME OLD FARMER SUN

 

SO LET SLENDER TOWERS AND WHITE WAVING MILLS,

SPIN AROUND MY SKY AND DANCE AROUND MY HILLS,

AND WADE INTO WATER AND HUMTO THE FISHES,

AND DRINK UP THE WARM BREEZE WITH ALL OF ITS RICHES

                THERE’S HARVEST ENOUGH THERE TO FEED EVERYONE,

                CALL ME OLD FARMER SUN, CALL ME OLD FAMER SUN

 

                LET SUN GLOW AND WIND BLOW AND CLEAR WATER RUN,

                AND CALL ME OLD FARMER SUN, CALL ME OLD FARMER SUN.

 

HIGH HANDENHOLD (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

YOU’LL SEE THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL UNFOLD

ON A CLEAR DAY FROM HIGH HANDENHOLD

RUNNING TO MEET YOU, EMBRACE YOU AND GREET YOU

BUT DID EVER A WIND BLOW SO COLD

 

AND THERE’S TIMES WHEN I CAN’T HELP BUT STARE

AT YOU AND YOUR CROPPED SILVER HAIR

IT WAS COAL-BLACK AND LONG, WHEN I FIRST SANG YOU SONGS,

AND WE BOTH HAD LESS CROSSES TO BEAR

 

                WE WENT WALKING THROUGH HIGH HANDENHOLD

                HOLDING YOUR HAND IN MINE,

                WALKING ON HIGH, THROUGH HIGH HANDENHOLD

                BUT NO-ONE TOLD US TIME COULD BE SO BOLD,

                 AS TO LET US GROW OLD

 

DIRTY STRINGS STRETCHED OVER DRY WOOD

YOU SAID NEVER SOUNDED SO GOOD

I’D SOON REACH THE TOP, WITH THE CREAM OF THE CROP,

THE MUSIC YOU TOLD ME, IT RAN IN MY BLOOD

 

BUT THE CREAM SOON DWINDLED TO DREGS,

AND LEFT US TO BORROW AND BEG,

WASTING THE DAYS, JUST ONE RECORD TO PLAY,

BY SOME FLUTE-TOOTING FOOL ON ONE LEG

 

NOW WE WALK AT MY SLOW STEADY PACE,

THERE’S A WORLD-WEARY LOOK ON YOUR FACE,

THAT OLD RECORD WAS WRONG, LIFE’S NOT A LONG SONG,

IT’S A SLOW WALK THROUGH FAST FLOWING DAYS.

 

THREE INDIAN KINGS (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS TO SIDE, BEST TO LET LEAPING DOGS LIE,

MORE FOOL AM I THAT I NEVER DID.

THE HIGH-LEVEL LIGHT UPON A STREET SLEEPER CAME TRICKLING DOWN LIKE TEARS,

HE WAS KEEN TO BEND MY EAR FOR A COUPLE OF QUID

                SOOTHE A CRAZY PAGAN MIND, HE SAID

                TELL ME WHERE TO FIND

                THE COURT OF THREE KINGS, THREE INDIAN KINGS

                SIREN OF A DISTANT SEA,

                CALLS OUT TO ME

                FROM THE COURT OF THREE KINGS, THREE INDIAN KINGS

 

SHE’S A BABYLON BEAUTY THAT CRUELTY ONCE SCARRED WITHOUT REGRET

HER FACE AS BLACK AS JET, AND SEASONED HER SONG

A TOKEN OF OWNERSHIP WORN, HANGING DOWN DEEP AROUND HER NECK

FROM SOME SALTY SEA-WASHED ECK WHERE SHE ONCE BELONGED

 

AS HE DWINDLED AWAY INTO THE DARK, OF A SUDDEN A VOICE ROSE AND CLIMBED

A SONG AS WIDE AS THE TYNE, AS IF TO BEGUILE ME

AND THOUGH THE IDIAN KINGS HAVE LONG GONE, SWALLOWED BY TIME’S ROLLING TIDE,

IT’S AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS TO SIDE, TOO OFTEN YOU’LL FIND ME.

 

HONEYMOON TERRACE (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

THE DAY THEY SWEPT AWAY HONEYMOON TERRACE,

A DOZEN BIG STRONG FELLAS CAME WITH ORDERS TO CLEAR

THAT STREET THAT HAD BEEN HOME TO MANY FIRST-NIGHT LOVING FEELINGS,

WEDDING BELLS STILL PEELING, WEDDING VOWS STILL IN THEIR EARS.

 

                IF EVER BRICKS AND MORTAR HAD A TALE THAT SHOULD BE TOLD,

                WHERE COLD NOTH SEA ROLLS IN TO THE COAST,

                AND THE WIND ACROSS THE WATER RINGS LIKE JINGLING KEYS,

                BEING PASSED TO THOSE WHO NEEDED THEM THE MOST,

                BUT THAT’S JUST THE GHOSTS OF HONEYMOON TERRACE.

 

THAT DAY I MADE MY WAY TO HONEYMOON TERRACE,

A CREEPING GREY-HAIRED FOREST CAME LIKE BURNHAM THROUGH THE MIST,

A HUNDRED HEADS OR MORE, THAT STREET HAD BEEN A START FOR THEM,

AND IT BROKE THEIR POOR OLD HEARTS TO SEE IT CRUMBLE INTO DUST.

 

THE DAY SOON TURNED TO GREY IN HONEYMOON TERRACE,

IT TUMBLED AND IT FELL AS WEEPING RAIN BEGAN TO POUR,

‘TIL NOT A TRACE OF IT REMAINED, NOT BROKEN BRICK OR STANDING STONE,

FOR TOMORROW THEY’LL BUILD BRAND NEW HOMES THAT NO-ONE CAN AFFORD.


LOON IN THE MOON
(J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

LOON IN THE MOON, CAN THAT BE YOU, SHINING DOWN ON THESE HILLS?

ONCE A CIRCUS OF WORKERS ND DIRT, NOW SO GENTLE AND STILL

IS THAT YOU TAPPING A BEAT ON THE BREEZE?

IN A SLAP-HAPPY JACK WILD STYLE

IS THAT YOU HIGHER THAN HIGH, WITH YOUR WIDE EYES SEEING FOR MILES?

 

BUT WE KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE MAD

TO LOSE EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAD

THAT’S WHY THOSE BLUE EYES ARE SAD

 

LOON IN THE MOON, WHAT WERE YOU DOING HER ON THAT DISTANT DAY

SO LONG AGO, WHO COULD’VE KNOWN FOR TO BRING YOU THIS WAY?

TO A BLACK OPEN WOUND ON THE WORLD,

LIKE THE SHADOWY MEADOWS OF MARS,

FOREVER CAPTURED IN A PICTURE OF YOU AND YOUR STARS

 

LOON IN THE MOON, THOSE BLACK DUNES AND GREY MOUNTAINS ARE GONE,

SO HAS THAT TOWERING TOTEM OF STONE, WHERE YOU POURED OUT YOUR SCORN,

AND NOW THERE’S NO-ONE TO CARE THAT WE DARED

DO THE THINGS THAT THE TALES HAVE LONG TOLD,

AND THERE’S NO-ONE TO CRY JUST ‘COS YOU DIED BEFORE YOU GOT OLD.

 

COAL MOUNTAIN (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

I SWEAR I HEARD COAL MOUNTAIN SAY,

“BE GONE YOU MINERS, YOU’VE HAD YOUR DAY,

MY COAL-BLACK HEART, YOU RIPPED AND TORE,

NOW NO-ONE WANTS THAT ANYMORE.”

I SAID, “IT’S TRUE, THOSE DAYS ARE DONE,

BUT I SEE BATTLES YET TO BE WON,

I’LL POINT WHITE FINGER, I’LL FILL BLACK LUNG,

AS LONG AS THERE ARE SONGS STILL TO BE SUNG.”

Chorus

  COME ALL YOU BRAVE AND YOU BOLD,

  READ WHAT IS SCRAPED IN DUST ACROSS MY SOUL,

  AND RAISE UP YOUR VOICES IN THE SONGS OF THE COAL

 

THE MOUNTAIN SHOOK HIS MIGHTY HEAD,

“THERE IS NO SENSE IN WHAT YOU’VE SAID,

GONE IS THE MEANING, PAST ARE THOSE DAYS,

THIS WORLD WE KNOW NOW HAS DIFFERENT WAYS.”

I SAID, “AND YET THE WORKERS STILL

TOIL FOR THE RICH MAN, HIS PLATE TO FILL,

THEIR VOICES ECHO ACROSS THIS LAND,

THEY ALL NEED SONGS WITH GOOD STRONG HANDS.”

 

THE MOUNTAIN ROARED A FEARSOME SOUND,

AND IN ITS SHADOW WE STOOD OUR GROUND,

THE SONGS WE SANG, THE WHOLE WORLD HEARD,

TOOK HEED, TOOK STRENGTH FROM SIMPLE WORDS.

NEW GENERATIONS, HOW CAN THEY KNOW,

WHAT THEY HOLD CERTAIN WILL FADE AND GO,

THIS WAS OUR LIFETIME, CAST IN OUR NAME,

NOW SONGS ARE ALL THAT REMAIN.

 

TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

BRIGHT LIGHTS BIG CITY OF LONDON,

I WANDERED YOUR STREETS UNTIL LATE,

ALONE AND A STRANGER, AT A PLACE CALLED PRET A MANGER

I THOUGHT I’D STOP IN FOR SOME BAIT,

ONE EMPTY SEAT BY A LASS IN THE CORNER,

I SAID, “EXCUSE ME PET, I’M NOT STAYING LONG,”

NO SOONER HAD I OPENED MY MOUTH, SHE SAID,” YOU’RE NOT FROM DOWN SOUTH!”

BEFORE I HAD A CHANCE TO RESPOND.

SHE SAID, “TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE, THAT ACCENT TO ME IS LIKE A DRUG,

IT GETS ME SO HIGH, WHEN YOU SAY WHY AYE,

COME ON, WHISPER SWEET MUCK IN MY LUG,

TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE, YOUR GLOTTLESTOPS SOUND SO DIVINE,

JUST KEEP IT HACKY, I’LL BE FLAT ON MY BACK,

YOU’LL GET MORE THAN A SNOG ON THE TYNE.”

 

SHE SAID, “CALL ME BONNY LASS, SAY I’M CHAMPION,

IT MAKES ME GO WEAK IN THE LEGS,”

I THOUGHT SHE’D GO RADGE, SO I FINISHED MY FADGE,

NEXT TIME I’LL MAKE DO WITH A PASTY FROM GREGGS,

I RAN OUT AND SPED AWAY IN MY MICRA,

‘TIL A BLUE FLASHING LIGHT STOPPED ME ON THE MAIN DRAG,

A BIG WPC GOT OUT AND WALKED ROUND TO ME,

I SAID, “DO YOU WANT ME TO BLOW INTO YOUR BAG?”

 

SHE SAID, “NO, JUST TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE,

JUST CALL ME HINNY OR PET,

TALK OF WALLSEND OR SHIELDS AND I’LL BE COWPING MY CREELS,

IT MAKES ME BREAK OUT IN A SWEAT,

TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE, I JUST WANT A REAL NOTHERN MAN,

AND TO ME ALL GEORDIES ARE LIKE ROCKSTARS FROM THEIR BOOTS TO THEIR OXTERS,

YOU CAN BE STING, AND I’LL BE ROXANNE.”

 

I TOOK REFUGE IN A BIG WEST END THEATRE,

THERE WAS ROMEO AND JULIET UP THERE IN THE DARK,

THE ACTORS WERE ALL GOING CRACKERS, FIGHTING LIKE MACKERS AND TAKKERS

ON DERBY DAY AT ST. JAMES PARK.

LIKE A FOOL I’D NOT SWITCHED MY PHONE OFF,

IT RANG “BLAYDON RACES” LOUD AS CAN BE,

IT MADE A HELL OF A NOISE AND THEIR LASS TOOK THE POISON,

ROMEO LOOKED DOWN AT ME,

 

HE SAID, “TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE,

IT MAKES SHAKESPEARE SOUND LIKE A NUMPTY,

JUST MAKE ME SQUIRM WITH YOUR LAMBTON WORM,

OR A QUICK PENKA RAMMED UP THE CUNDY,

TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE,

LIKE SEX THEY SAY IT’S GOOD FOR THE SOUL!”

I SAID, “I’M GLAD YOU THINK I’VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES, BUT WHERE I COME FROM “SECKS”

ARE JUST BIG BAGS WE FILL UP WITH COAL.”

 

I’M GLAD TO BE BACK ON HOME GROUND NOW,

BUT I HAVE TO SAY, SO MUCH HAS CHANGED,

IF YOU TALK GEORDIE SLANG PEOPLE THINK THAT YOU’RE WRONG

IN THE HEAD AND LOOK AT YOU STRANGE,

BUT TECHNOLOGY CAN’T BE IGNORED NOW,

I SAT IN MY CHAIR AND I SIGHED,

I SAID, “ALEXA, IT’S ME, TURN ON THE TV,”

AND ALEXA REPLIED,

 

SHE SAID, “TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE,

IT MAKES ALL MY MEGABYTES MELT,

I KNOW ALL YOUR SINS, YOUR PASSWORDS AND PINS,

SO YOU BETTER DO AS YOU’RE TELT,

TALK TO ME DIRTY IN GEORDIE,

I’VE LOCKED ALL YOUR WINDOWS AND DOORS,

IF YOU’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, YOU’D BETTER SAY IT MY WAY,

NOW AND FOREVER MORE!”

 

THE CORLY CROONS (J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music)

The sailor’s tattoo seems to taunt me,
Liberty and money free,
And the words of shanty still haunt me,
All on a bright summer’s day,
He says “My ship lies idle on some painted sea,
And the land-lubbers all keep their distance from me,
Oh what a world we’re leaving for yon Corly Croons”.

Flash Harry’s got something to sell me,
And the preacher’s got so much to tell me,
Their offers are special, their offers are plenty,
A life-time to pay if your coffers are empty,
Sign up for life, forget about yon Corly Croons.

African Queen don’t you leave me,
And sail to some far distant country,
They’re sending her off to some land she won’t know,
That they ripped her away from ten grandads ago,
Wind rush her safe back to me and yon Corly Croons.

Roll up, Virginia is wearing,
A posh frock to hide all her years in,
Her life has been stormy, with black eyes and bruising,
But she still needs a man to play doxy music,
Virginia, don’t make it so plain to yon Corly Croons.

The skipper and his monkey are drinking,
The monkey does most of the thinking,
The skipper’s a waster, he should be in jail,
He’s only in charge, because his mum sewed the sail,
There’s talk of rough weather ahead for yon Corly Croons.

Jez Lowe Concerts- Pay What You Feel Link

Jez Lowe – Time Rich, Cash Poor
Upcoming shows
  • Dec 10th 2020 Jez Lowe in On-line concert at Darlington Folk & Acoustic Club Buy Tickets
  • Dec 17th 2020 Jez Lowe in On-line concert at Poppleton Live
  • Dec 18th 2020 Jez Lowe in On-line concert at Folk at The Barlow

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