I want to go hunting melon heads and teach them how to love again
Dr Crowe never did know how to save their lives, and [...............]’s given up on saving mine
Pale, pale skin, and bad, bad eyes, I’ll hunt them in the blind wood there
And hide their swollen heads, from being dead, the naughty villagers chase them there

Cut zombie holes inside your skulls, and sip out all your waters
Drink them down, full and bubble, and tell you I’m your fathers
Dr Crowe did love you, and Dr Crowe did burn you more
You can whine to me and cry on me, tell me all the tools you swear you saw

Did he worship the Devil, in that house, hidden by the villager’s wood?
Would he strap you down and operate, get every melon head he could?
The world war was a testing time, and you went undetected
But it’s no time to do unkind, to those bad favour has selected.

Did sleeping with your brother’s sister, do you all the mad?
Did water brains, broken baby legs, keep you blind and sad?
And when he kept you in his shed did you even want to be gone?
Or was the thought of needing to be righted, enough to keep you hanging on

I’ll take you do the church to pray, and you can wash your sins away
I’ll take you to the take away, and you can eat your burn away
I’ll take you to the Milky Way, and we can forget this world away
I’ll take you to a Saturday, and I will be your father

-x-

things are really lovely at the moment and i am happy. This is a picture from a friday morning when me and Hazel did some singing in a feild. Hazel is wearing my hat and that wooly thing on top reminds me of the story of the melon heads, so i wrote this P to the O to the E to the M. See you all soon xxx