Cookin’ Lyrics

Cookin’ in Satan’s Kitchen (Tim Wilkinson)

Well bury all what’s left of the racoon we ate for supper
N’ make sure when he in that hole his eyes are pointin’ downwards
Coz if he wakes up a-diggin, in his anger to reach his killer
Well he’ll just dig deeper down and find himself in satan’s kitchen

When we was kids my momma let my brother keep birds in the house
He’d catch ’em in the old Live Oak n lichen
But Annie said don’t keep ’em, they spits poison in your mouth
And in less time than it takes to tell, you’re down in satan’s kitchen

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen
Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen

I ain’t goin’ over Jordan, I ain’t goin’ one-by-one
I ain’t gonna greet my loved ones, ain’t goin’ over home

Feed yourself on promises of heaven pure and sweet
Raise your hand and testify gonna cook all I can eat
We been runnin’ to the edges, to the rituals of sin
‘Lest we keep on diggin’ down and find ourselves in satan’s kitchen

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen
Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen

I ain’t goin’ over Jordan, I ain’t goin’ one-by-one
I ain’t gonna greet my loved ones, ain’t goin’ over home

Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen
Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen
Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen
Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, cookin’ in satan’s kitchen, satan’s kitchen
Ooh hoo, ooh hoo, ooh hoo, ooh hoo


Willowman (Tim Wilkinson)

Well I met a man out walkin, on the highway hill turnpike
Dressed in rags n sacks n twigs, I never seen the like
He seemed part of the hedgerow, somehow come to life.

Tuppence for a glass o beer, tuppence for some bread
You must stand me this small sum kind sir
to take you to your rest kind sir, he said
For some call me the Greenman, some call me Bold Jack
But to you I am the Willowman, now there’s no turnin back
I’ll be tappin on your window at the dyin of the light
You can give your soul to god but it’s your ghost I’ll take tonight
Down unto the river

Down unto the river through the wailin’ house I ran
Down unto the river in the arms of the Willowman
Down unto the river through the howlin’ hills I ran
Down unto the river run the tears of the Willowman

Well what of my poor children, I said what of my dear wife
What is to become of them if I depart this life
Is there nothin I can say to you to make you stay your hand?
Give me just another year upon this green and pleasant land
Don’t take me down unto the river

Down unto the river through the wailin’ house I ran
Down unto the river in the arms of the Willowman
Down unto the river through the howlin’ hills I ran
Down unto the river run the tears of the Willowman

Well some call me the Greenman, some call me Bold Jack
But to you I am the Willowman, now there’s no turnin back
I’ll be tappin on your window at the dyin of the light
You can give your soul to god but it’s your ghost I’ll take tonight
Down unto the river

Down unto the river through the wailin’ house I ran
Down unto the river in the arms of the Willowman
Down unto the river through the howlin’ hills I ran
Down unto the river run the tears of the Willowman


Fall of Trees (Tim Wilkinson)

Is that England I hear falling
All sense of certainty blown away and gone?
My long lost father’s voice still callin’
The tang of summer lingers on

But at my feet green shoots are growin’
I’ll look at these yeah I’ll look at these
While somewhere distant, somewhere distant
I hear the fall of trees, I hear the fall of trees
Alright

Well hold my hand lest hearts grow weary
Mourn the loss of half-forgotten things
Bittersweet when sugar’s plenty
But it’s too sweet, it’s too sweet, this loss and longing

But at my feet green shoots are growin’
I’ll look at these yeah I’ll look at these
While somewhere distant, somewhere distant
I hear the fall of trees, I hear the fall of trees
Alright

Tony Blair was a liar, sold us his stories of war
Sent our children into the fire, sold England’s word like a whore

Have we witnessed the ending of all that held meaning
Nailed upon the tree the last thing we believed in?
Descend to stillness, a silent sending
Greenheart failing, fails to answer

At my feet green shoots are growin’
I’ll look at these yeah I’ll look at these
While somewhere distant, somewhere distant
I hear the fall of trees
At my feet green shoots are growin’
I’ll look at these yeah I’ll look at these
While somewhere distant, somewhere distant
I hear the fall of trees, I hear the fall of trees
Alright

And I lament that we’ve come down to days like these
I lament that we’ve come down to days like these
I lament that we’ve come down to days like these


Calico & Sawdust (Tim Wilkinson)

Calico and sawdust, gingham and lace
Waltz with me honey at an old fashioned pace
Dance with me darlin’ through sunlight and dust
And it’s one, two, three

Motion suspended in amber and must
Like an old silent movie, flickered in rust
No words are required between you and me
It’s just one, two, three

The band’s playin’ oldtime, fiddle n’ bass
Carl’s on the’ mandolin, settin’ the pace
And ol’ Judge Ruby’s callin’ the chase
It’s one, two, three

You never looked lovelier
I never felt happier
I don’t think that I’ll ever forget
The perfume you were wearin’
Bittersweet regret

Calico and sawdust, gingham and lace
Waltz with me honey at an old fashioned pace
Dance with me darlin’ through sunlight and dust
And it’s one, two, three

Calico and sawdust, gingham and lace
And it’s one, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three


One Safe Place (Marc Cohn)

So many roads you’ve traveled
And so many dreams you’ve chased
Across sand n’ sky n’ gravel
Lookin’ for one safe place
Yeah hey yeah, yeah hey yeah

Will you make a smoother landin’
When you break your fall from grace?
Into the arms of understandin’
Lookin’ for one safe place
Yeah hey yeah, yeah hey yeah

Alright

Life is a trial by fire
And love’s the sweetest taste
And I pray it lifts us higher
Lifts us to one safe place
Hey yeah, one safe place
Yeah, hey yeah

Alright
Just one safe place baby

So many roads you’ve traveled
And so many dreams you’ve chased
Across sand n’ sky n’ gravel
Lookin’ for one safe place
Lookin’ for one safe place
Lookin’ for one safe place yeah, hey yeah
One safe place yeah, hey yeah
One safe place yeah, hey yeah
One safe place, baby
One safe place yeah, hey yeah,

Alright
Just one safe place baby
One safe place


Anchor Up Captain (Tim Wilkinson)

I’ll leave you my celphone, my laptop, my bank account
But I’ll take your library to keep me good company
I’m goin where there’s no more halfwit celebrity
Captains of industry bullshit just sickens me

Anchor up captain, this island’s not for me
I’ve a hankering for a cave down in Antipody
Where the walls are all painted with fine summer ladies
And visions of winter are banished to Hades
Anchor up captain this island’s not for me
Need my own little kingdom in the warm southern sea
Anchor up captain this island’s not for me

No CCTV pretendin it’s keepin me free
No filthy self-interested scum of authority
Those swine are just one small chromosome further than kelp
Callin poor people “clients” when all we need is their help

Anchor up captain, this island’s not for me
I’ve a hankering for a cave down in Antipody
Where the walls are all painted with fine summer ladies
And visions of winter are banished to Hades
Anchor up captain this island’s not for me
Need my own little kingdom in the warm southern sea
Anchor up captain this island’s not for me

Ain’t gonna sing “Sailing”, nor “Mull of Kintyre”
Just wriggle my toes in the sand, make tea on the fire

I’ll sleep on the beach with my raft and my hat
With fishbones and mirrors and trinkets and tat
I’ll leave you the wreckage of what was my life
Exposed every low tide along with my ex-wife

O anchor up captain, this island’s not for me
I’ve a hankering for a cave down in Antipody
Where the walls are all painted with fine summer ladies
And visions of winter are banished to Hades
Anchor up captain this island’s not for me
Need my own little kingdom in the warm southern sea

Anchor up captain, this island’s not for me
I’ve a hankering for a cave down in Antipody
Where the walls are all painted with fine summer ladies
And visions of winter are banished to Hades
Anchor up captain this island’s not for me
Need my own little kingdom in the warm southern sea
Anchor up captain this island’s not for me
Please, anchor up captain this island’s not for me
Please, anchor up captain this island’s not for me
Please…