The Garden Folke

by Invincible Pigs

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Recorded in slooooow-motion at Diva Studios / Murder Dungeon Manor. Harkening back to the first iteration of Invincible Pigs, The Garden Folke presents some early tracks from the band.

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released August 1, 2018

Olly - Vox / Bass / Banjo / Guitar
Katie - Fiddle / Vox
Ellie - Clarinet / Whistle / Vox
Pete - Cajon
Tom - Vox / Bass / Guitar

Mixed by MOA - www.moamixandmaster.com

'By the Light of the Moon' stolen shamelessly from Danny and the Moonlighers - dannyandthemoonlighters.bandcamp.com

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Track Name: Tsanko Tsankov
Immigration to your nation
Ain't no kind of crime
It's just another way of splitting put
what's yours and what is mine

A line drawn in the sand
Divide and conquer 101
all under the same sky and stars
spinning round the sun.

But there's those that speak of hatred
and there's those that speak of sin
There's those those that try to tell you
don't let anybody in

They're a drain on our resources
Nothing more than parasites
Better keep em over there,
out of mind, out of sight

But it ain't no Tsanko Tsankov that done took away your job
Not Aweys, Sanjeev or Ibrahim that sold the housing stock
It's the bosses and the bankers,
the landlords and the lords
They're doing it for profit
They do it for reward

I hear a lot of talk of quotas
and of nationalist pride
How "we'd love to help, we really would
Can't you see our hands are tied?

It’s not so very simple
Think of the economy
There's no room to live among us
There's no room for empathy!"

But they're strangely fuckin' silent
when it come to paying tax
or selling off your industry
while covering their backs.

You might be fleeing from a nightmare
Or seek a better life
Look for something better
Than the edge of the knife

But it ain't no Tsanko Tsankov that done took away your job
Not Aweys, Sanjeev or Ibrahim that sold the housing stock
It's the bosses and the bankers,
the landlords and the lords
They're doing it for profit
They do it for reward

Unemployment is a symptom
of a system that’s diseased
And it surely ain’t the fault
of some poor cunt from overseas

We play into their hand
when we ain't questioning their lies
they're setting the agenda
and their selling the disguise

Keep them tired, keep them hungry
keep them homeless and keep them poor
keep them at each other throats
as you march them off to war

Political people playing
Political games
it's a Political cesspit
and it's all done it your name

But it ain't no Tsanko Tsankov that done took away your job
Not Aweys, Sanjeev or Ibrahim that sold the housing stock
It's the bosses and the bankers,
the landlords and the lords
They're doing it for profit
They do it for reward
Track Name: Sadie the Goat
Sadie she was tough, Sadie she was mean
Sadie had a head as hard as any you've ever seen
If Sadie wants your wallet, you'd better be watching out
That stony head will put you to bed, knock you fuckin' out

And then we come to Gallus Mag, she was a-6 foot tall
She had an inn in harlem of the name of the Hole in the Wall
Mag's a savage Mag's a brute Mag'll fill you heart with fear
Stormy night, got in a fight, Sadie lost an ear

Sadie fled the Bloody Fourth, she needed to lie low
A-skulkin' down the dockyards, she encountered Scally Joe
In a no-good nest of ne'er-do-wells with a need to steal a craft
Captain and crew, strong and true, they threw them fore and aft

Sadie saw her chance and she rallied them to a man
In a jig they had a boat and their pirate life began
Sailin' down the Hudson, with the Jolly Roger flying
Sadie the mean was a pirate queen without barely even trying

Down the Hudson and the Harlem sailed Sadie and her men
They drunk and fought they plundered then they drunk and fought again
They held a few for ransom, they made some walk the plank
They filled the hold with piles of gold and stuff they hadn't drank

The river folk were getting uneasy, started fighting back
The homes and lands of landlubbers they could no longer sack
So it's back to the Bloody Fourth, but with booty and reputation
And Sadie found in her old stomping ground provides congratulation

Now she's Queen of the Waterfront, she's no reason to fear
Made amends with Mag, who kindly returned her ear
Some they say that crime don't pay well Sadie would prove them wrong
She was Sadie the Goat, queen of the boat, and that's the end of the song!

Sadie the Goat, hijacked a boat, was queen of the river that's all that she wrote
Track Name: Billy was my Buddy
I had a mate named Billy,
I thought I knew him well
I looked him up the other day
He's joined the EDL

Billy was my buddy
his heart in the right place
But now it's all skinheads, combat boots
and the fucking master race

Oh Billy, can't you see? these people ain't your mates
They'll fill your head right up with lies
They’ll fill your heart with hate

They ain’t this country's saviours
Nah this ain't religious war
They're just a bitter bunch of bonehead bastards
best to be ignored

I had a mate named Faisal
I thought I knew him great
I looked him up the other day
He's joined Islamic State

Faisal was my buddy,
now he's in a terror cell
He's on Youtube with an AK
He's beheading infidels

Oh Faisal, can't you see? these people ain't your friends,
They'll chew you up, they’ll spit you out
use you for their own ends

You're off to fight an old man's war
It’ll outlive you and I
As long as those who pull the strings
convince young men to die

Well Billy he's been banged up
And Faisal's in the ground
Two more lives are wasted
and the world turns around

Too late for Bill and Faisal,
But not for you and me
And him and her and all of us
Just think what we could be

What we could be together,
together, standing strong
So when you see this propaganda
Well you scream out that its wrong!
Track Name: By the Light of the Moon
What if the circus skipped right out of town,
and now there's no place to frequent
what if the chursch it burned right to the ground
and now there's no place to frequent

what if that whiskey you pour down your throat
never will slacked your thirst
What if you're caught with a gun in your hand?
conclusions drawn are the worst

What if the light in her eyes it went out
now shining for somebody new
what if the warmth in her hand and her heart
are as dead as the hope you one knew?

If you're lost or your lonely,
cursed or youre damned
Seen a vestige of love
fall away from your hand
Whatever your reason, whatever you do...

Do it by the light of the moon

Maybe those blood writers wrote you all wrong
Now infamy hangs to your name
Maybe you mixed with the wrong sort of crowd
Like gasoline tossed to the flame

Maybe the tragedies played out on stage
Fall short of what you're about
Maybe the ship you've been stowed away on
is lost in an ocean of doubt

Maybe your conscience was just a mirage
And now it dissolves in the dark
Maybe the ship you've been stowed away on
Is lost in a night without stars

No you won't resurrect the remains of a scene
Dead or alive, or just some place between
Whatever your reason, whatever you do...

Do it by the light of the moon
Track Name: Pull up the Ladder
We'll benefit
From the good of migration
We'll benefit
From the wealth of the nation
We'll have our health
And a good education and we'll pull up the ladder behind us

Pull, pull, pull up the ladder
We'll pull, pull, pull up the ladder
We'll pull, pull, pull up the ladder
We'll pull up the ladder behind us

I've got my rights
Someone fought hard to get them
I can walk the streets
And vote in elections
I've for me and mine
I don't need intersection and I'll pull up the ladder behind me

Pull, pull, pull up the ladder
I'll pull, pull, pull up the ladder
I'll pull, pull, pull up the ladder
I'll pull up the ladder behind me

Your ancestors
At one time were peasants
Now you own the land
And you shoot your own pheasants
And the working class
They're oh so unpleasant so you'll pull up the ladder behind you

Pull, pull, pull up the ladder
You'll pull, pull, pull up the ladder
You'll pull, pull, pull up the ladder
You'll pull up the ladder behind you

They benefit
From the good of migration
They benefit
From the wealth of the nation
They have their health
And a good education and they pull up the ladder behind them

Pull, pull, pull up the ladder
They pull, pull, pull up the ladder
They pull, pull, pull up the ladder
They pull up the ladder behind them
Track Name: Raggle Taggle Gypsy
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door
They came so brave and boldly oh
One sang high and the other sang low
They all sang the raggle taggle gypsy-oh

It was upstairs and downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-oh
There was a cry from around her door
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh

It was late that night that the lord came in
Enquiring for his lady-oh
The servant girl, she said to the lord
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh

Ah well saddle for me my milk white steed
For my brown horse is not speedy-oh
I must ride till I seek my bride
She's away with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh

He rode east and he rode west
He rode North and South also
Until he came to wide open plain
It was there that he spied his lady-oh

Tell me how could you leave your goose feather bed
With blankets strewn so comely-oh?
And how could you leave your newly wedded lord
All for some raggle-taggle gypsy oh?

Last night I slept in a goose feather bed
With blankets strewn so comely-oh
Tonight I lie underneath the stars
In the arms of my raggle taggle gypsy-oh

Well how could you leave your house and your land
How could you leave your money-oh?
How could you leave your only wedded lord?
All for some raggle taggle gypsy-oh

What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for money-oh?
I'd rather have a kiss from my yellow gypsies lips
I'm away with the raggle taggle gypsy-oh

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