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Jez Lowe and The Bad Pennies
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The Crake in the Morning
The crack of a rattle had me up with the lark this morning, Sudden as a thunderclap from hell, It could've been a dream I had, It could've been I'm going mad, But perhaps you have heard it as well, An echo, a spectre over ages gone by it flew, Up and down empty Sunday streets, The rasping of the morning crake, The whole world and his wife to wake, From a time with easier sheets. Still the sound of the rattling crake in the morning. I held on my breath to hear the next that I knew would come, The throttle of a voice with these words, 'A meeting will be held for all, This morning at the Miner's Hall, If you've a tongue in your head you'll be heard.' And the rattle keep turning getting louder and louder, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And I clapped my hands hard on my ears, It clattered back a memory, Of Sunday morning used to be, Till it took to the sky and disappeared. I slid to my window and peeped out on the street below, Slapped by the sight that I saw, Men dressed in their Sunday best, To start the hard earned day of rest, By answering the crake's morning call. But even as I was wishing them on their way I saw them fade at each step they would take, As fade away they did I know, Now many many moons ago, Like the song of the the crack of the crake.
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