From the recording Blackberries and Brambles (2-tracks)
Credits
Song written and performed by Helen Pearson. Guitar/Vocals/Drums - Helen Pearson. Bass/Percussion/Additional Sounds - Mike Bannard. Recorded, Mixed and Produced by Mike Bannard at Safehouse Studios in Oxford. Mastered by Alain Paul. Photography by Jason Warner at Fyrefly Music Photography Studios. Self-release August 2024.
Lyrics
Undergrowth
Oooo
The cawing and cackling of the black-hooded crow,
The trees are my umbrella,
My pretty horse is getting soaked in the undergrowth.
Wearing crowns of seeds Plantains,
Views through trees framed
With leaves, filtering light,
Yellow and black and white.
Rolling, I’m rolling, I’m rolling.
Rolling, I’m rolling, I’m rolling,
The cawing…
My pretty horse is getting close in the undergrowth.
Oooo
Heads full of kisses, lungs full of rotting air.
Breath of a misty breath, like I’m smoking.
My clothes never match and I don’t care.
Nan’s home-made cardigans and ponchos,
Knee socks and tights that gradually lose the elastic.
I’ll be your best-friend.
You’re not my friend.
I’ll be your best-friend.
You’re not my friend.
I’ll be your best-friend.
You’re not my friend.
The cawing…
My pretty horse she preens then whinnies and gallops away.
This moment’s never happened
Now it’s gone.
I know it was really there
I kept it here.
Rolling, I’m rolling, I’m rolling