Pennywhistle Lyrics

Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on it's way,

I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay,

A ring of effusia settled on the city like a vision of the future

Before the scales fell away,

A vision of the future looking more than just okay,

A good feeling

Yes, just a good feeling

And it only happens now and then -

Out of the mouth of a black dog,

Out of the terrors of 3 am,

Out of the dark and whispering fen,

I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again.

So I hollered up to Jill,

"Come down from the mountain, your ears are 'a burning,

My speech is a fountain, it's been another long year

But you know I'm not counting,

I dreamed you like you dreamed me,

O the bomb dreamed the fuse and the drowner dreamed the sea",

What a strange feeling...

Yes, it's a strange feeling

And it only happens now and then -

Out of the mouth of a black dog,

Out of the terrors of 3 am,

Out of the dark and whispering fen,

I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again.
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Most of the Aegean Sea rushes into my bedroom and glitters for me,

The hills of Gallipoli all throw up their bones for my industry,

So I build from the charnel the ale house,

I build from the tomb a palace of dreams,

That old barren rockface got silver seams for a miner of middling means,

Singing poems of dissolution and schemes -

My penny whistles, lo!

Now I summon up Jack, sat up on the hill,

The wrong kind of music, the wrong kind of pill,

Impotent as a potato but still pleading "Give it up Mary,

But not by degrees..."

A portrait of Jack, a study in sin, well I knew of myself before I knew of him,

Now even I couldn't tell ya just who it is asking

"Give it up Mary, but not by degrees,

Give it up Mary, your virtue, please..."

Into the mouth of a black dog - I go

Into the terrors of 3 am - I go

Into the dark and whispering fen - I go

I was blind then blind again

Into the mouth of a black dog - I go

Into the terrors of 3 am - I go

Into the dark and whispering fen - I go

O what beast has my name on it's snaggle tooth,

And eternal slobber for my finishing youth?

My penny whistles low.