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In this bag there's sewn the past
You know what's inside is bric a brac
Hung round a neck, underneath the clothes
you can't sell it for coins, only give it away

My bakt is hidden inside this bag
the affairs of men from the distant past
A lover's sea shell and a pebble with a hole
You can't sell the dark, only give it away

If I wandered for holiday pay
I would not part with what's inside
for a meal, for a tune on a violin
that only a toby child could play
unless you have faith, the bakt can't work
but if you have hope the oracle talks

My bakt is washed with a mother's tears
while the torturers rarely stand
A lump of cheese and a loaf of bread
the blast of a trumpet is as fast as a man

My bakt is hidden from the eyes of them
as would rip it apart from my chest
where a shoestring dangles it over my heart.
The joke after all is the talisman.

If I climbed like an able hop
It would not spare me from the shriek
that a toby child makes when he plays
he understands what the dead might say
above the roaring storm it talks.
If I have hope the oracle works.

What luck today? (None sir!)
What luck today? (Thrice none)
I never have any luck my son.
The good times are all done.
Don't moan or they'll be gone.

I keep my fingers curled around
my amulet of blood red fat.
In this bag is hidden my bakt.

If I wandered from field to field
I would not part with what's inside
for a meal, for a tune on a violin
that only a toby child might play
unless you have faith, the bakt can't work…

If I had a friend to share my stable
she would not spare me from the poke
that a toby child makes when he plays
he understands what the dead might say
above the roaring storm it talks.
If I have hope the oracle works.

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from If these Mysteries are True, released March 27, 2023

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Martin Rowson - “Imagine Bertholdt Brecht, David Bowie about to book his ticket to Berlin and John Otway had kittens and puppies, and that those hellspawn then interbred incestuously - their progeny would probably sound like "Introducing Bobby Bluff", but with the passionate intensity toned down. I can think of no higher praise than that. Brilliant stuff.” ... more

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