Apr 27 2011

Please Mr. Gravedigger – ’11 -#14

There’s a little churchyard just along the way
Used to be Lambeth’s finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
‘Til the war come along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot

And in this little yard, there’s a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home

“Ah-choo, excuse me”

Please Mr. Gravedigger, don’t feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn’t care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl’s hair
And you put it in your pocket

“God, it’s pouring down”

Her mother doesn’t know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it’s down below with the rest of her toys
Her Ma wouldn’t understand, so I won’t tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket

Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
Standing “Ah-choo!” standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only 10 and full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took her life away

“Very selfish, oh God”

No, Mr. GD, you won’t tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I’ve started digging holes my friend
And this one here’s for you

“Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn’t know of it
Hello misses, thought she’d be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain”

This piece is based on the song (poem really) by David Bowie called Please Mr. Gravedigger. I remember first hearing this song on Dr. Demento when I was a kid. It’s such a great song because it’s, well….creepy.

I’ve been a slacker lately, and now I am behind in my self-imposed timeline. I’ve had kind of an artists block. I couldn’t think of a good song to do. Hopefully this will kick it into gear!

Photo credits:
ManSteve Gertz
ShovelDave Dyet
Textures – CG Textures

Apr 4 2011

Two Silver Trees – ’11 -#13

There are code breakers with lines well tapped
Traces sweeping out across the static night
You are drapped in white like the blossoms of the tree
Looking down a glass elevator
At your father signing the papers for
Two silver trees, two silver trees
Two worlds in need, two silver trees

Branches falling down
From sources underground
False identities
Stranded in each single seed

False sense of warning no poisoned cup
Just deception crawling up like a snake
Decay of the blossoms and roots well hacked
Spoil the hidden waters dying at the base of
Two silver trees, two silver trees
Two worlds in need, two silver trees

Branches falling down
From sources underground
False identities
Stranded in each single seed

I’ve been on a little hiatus the past few weeks. We were on vacation in Arizona near Tucson. Calexico was playing a festival while we were there, but I didn’t make it to the show. I’ve seen them before in Chicago, and they are fantastic. This piece is based on their song Two Silver Trees. Calexico is from Tucson, and I saw a lot of the places that are in this video on the trip and past trips there. Very cool band – a lot of their songs sound like they are straight out of a 60s Spaghetti Western, with a Ennio Morricone sound…like this one that I love. Or this one….awesome band!

I got a lot of good reference photos in Arizona, so some of them may be finding their way into some future works.

Photo credits:
ForestKarol Wiszniewski
Silver treesKriss Szkurlatowski
GirlMar Boy-Schmidt