Family Grave (Demo)-Jake Thackray

歌手 : Jake Thackray

专辑 : Jake In A Box [The EMI Recordings 1967-1976]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:44

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Family Grave (Demo) - Jake Thackray

I've got uncles and aunties and

Cousins and nephews and sisters-in-law

Our family swarms with them; it teems;

They are thicker than flies

Sisters and brothers and cousins

And daughters and mothers galore

The only time when all of us

Meet is when one of us dies

At the grave at the grave

At the family family grave

Whenever you go there's

Always more arrive

At the grave at the grave

At the family family grave

For every dead one there are

Dozens of us alive live live

Dead but there are dozens of us alive

Take a family christening well

Nobody goes to those

And a family wedding more often

Than not's an all ticket affair

But a funeral's free for all you can

Go in the same old clothes

No need to buy him a present

So all of the family's there

You sit in the chapel and whisper

And meditate over the stiff

You never speak ill of him – especially

If you were close -

But: "What a good family man and a

Wonderful friend " even if

The defunct was a pain in the arse

And he died of a dose

At the grave at the grave at the family

Family grave

Whenever you go there's always more arrive

At the grave at the grave at the

Family family grave

For every dead one there are dozens

Of us alive live live

Dead but there are dozens of us alive

There are those of course who just stand

Aghast and just gawp

They cannot manage to cry – and there's

Others who cannot refrain:

Willy-nilly they bellow and howl

At the drop of a corpse

In a couple of weeks they've forgotten

The poor bastard's name

Then there are those of course who

Turn up and can then hardly wait

For the coffin to drop and the vicar to

Stop the and the sobbing subside

And then they are barely a blur as

They sprint for the cemetery gates

To go get their hands on the money

The food or the widow's backside

Bt the grave by the grave

By the family family grave

Whenever you go there's

Always more arrive

At the grave at the grave

At the family family grave

For every dead one there are

Dozens of us alive live live

Dead but there are dozens of us alive

There are one or two "do"s turn out

Disappointingly in the extreme

Where the booze is rough and the grub

Is duff and no flowers at all

And the mother embarrasses you with a

Sudden hysterical scream

Where the coffin you came to see off

Is pathetically small

We do the round of the family faces

And pay our respects

The "We'll have to be going " "How nice "

"How sad " The "Thankings you "

We are studying form and weighing up

Who it is going to be next

To go under the slab Whose turn to

Pay for the very next "do"

Bt the grave by the grave by the

Family family grave

Whenever you go there's always more arrive

At the grave at the grave at the

Family family grave

For every dead one there are

Dozens of us alive live live

Dead but there are dozens of us alive