Pennywhistle
by Augie March
Written by Glenn Richards
>Appears on the album Watch Me Disappear (2008)

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Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way,
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I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay,
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A ring of effusia settled on the city like a vision of the future
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Before the scales fell away,
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A vision of the future looking more than just okay,
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A good feeling
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Yes, just a good feeling
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And it only happens now and then -
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Out of the mouth of a black dog,
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Out of the terrors of 3 am,
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Out of the dark and whispering fen,
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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,
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The hills of Gallipoli all throw up their bones for my industry,

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So I build from the charnel the ale house,
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I build from the tomb a palace of dreams,
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That old barren rockface got silver seams for a miner of middling means,

Singing poems of dissolution and schemes -
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My penny whistles, lo!

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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..."
  
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A portrait of Jack, a study in sin, well I knew of myself before I knew of him,
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Now even I couldn't tell ya just who it is asking
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"Give it up Mary, but not by degrees,
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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
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O what beast has my name on its snaggle tooth,
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And eternal slobber for my finishing youth?
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My penny whistles low.