The Black Ground

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When there’s barely a shoulder you can cry on
And there is no-one that you can rely on
And you cannot tease a flame out of a dry log
There is always the black ground to lie on

When the carousel starts its new rotation
And the bag never came with yr name on
And when it finally does you let it glide on
There is always the black earth to lie on

When there’s not enough paper for to write on
Grab a napkin and steal a crayon
But you can keep your dirty fingers off of my one
There is always the black earth to lie on

And you come loose cos yr shoes were never tied on
And you fall in the cracks in the cosmos
Neath the crackle of electricity pylon
There is always the black earth to lie on

Amid the mire and the muck under yr new lawn
Them who squirm in the dirt that they’re fed on
And with the ripening tang of fermentation
There is always the dead earth to tread on

There is always the black earth to lie on

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from For The Pickling, released April 2, 2019

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FELL London, UK

Fell is Nicolas Burrows, an artist, illustrator and musician living in London, with band members Jon Rulton (Bear Driver, Dream Giant), Dav Shiel (Beth Jeans-Houghton & The Hooves of Destiny) and Matt Giraudeau (Dogtanion).

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