Original Lyrics

Martyred Heart
Swan / Conway 2014
Inspired by the story behind the Burston Strike School, near Diss, Norfolk

Can you hope to mend a heart
That was broken by a lie?
When the liar holds the power
To smite your allies hip and thigh?

When you cannot prove your innocence
Of what you never did
And the true face of your enemy
by Mammon’s mask is hid?

Annie, can you hear the voices 
Of the children in the street? 
Can you hear their calls for Justice 
And the marching of their feet? 

They’re marching for you 
And the truth they knew 
And the lives you changed. 

And betrayal still continues
We’ve forgotten where we’re from;
Take for granted what we’ve gained
From the likes of you and Tom

But while the bricks of Burston
Strike School stand still on the green
I’m reminded of your martyred heart
And what dedication means.

Annie, can you hear the voices 
Of the children in the street? 
Can you hear their calls for Justice 
And the marching of their feet? 

They’re marching for you 
And the truth they knew 
And the lives you changed.

Bridge of Birds
Swan / Conway 2013
A maiden’s lament
First performed Live at Olives. Norwich on 16/3/13

Oh, the Raven is the Prince
Of the birds of Prophecy;
A darkling hunch of Portent
Perched high and watching me

And the Falcon is the Prince
Of the birds who maketh War;
A hookéd beak, a yellow stare
He leaves a wake of Gore

And the Petrel is the Prince
of the birds who bring the Storms;
His pinions stretching o’er the waves
His cry of Torment warns

But the Cuckoo is the Prince
Of the birds that bring Sorrow to me;
And since I took my Cuckoo in
Nevermore Joy shall I see.

Oh, the Lark he is the Prince
of the Birds that hail the Dawn;
A tongue as sweet as nectar sings
The promise of the Morn

But the Owl he is the Prince
Of the birds that bring Nightfall;
And stealthy as the dark itself
Casts in his wake a Pall

And the Swan he is the Prince
of the Birds that dwell on Water;
His mournful cry, by Woman heard
Of coming Doom doth augur

But the Cuckoo is the Prince
of the birds that bring Sorrow to me;
And since I took my Cuckoo in
Nevermore Maid shall I be

The Shaming of Agnes Leman
Swan / Conway 2013
Being the true story of a Norwich woman ducked in the River Wensum, Norwich in 1561
First performed Live at Olives. Norwich on 16/3/13

Oh where do you go, pretty Agnes, pretty Agnes?
Where do you go with your yellow hair so bright?
“I go to meet my Jonny in the Cokey Lane, old woman
For-or we will warm each other on this cold March night.”

Oh have you no shame, pretty Agnes, pretty Agnes?
Have you no shame with your yellow hair so bright?
Your Jonny he is married to the Goodwife Gorney
And in doing what you do, you offend the women qui-ite.

We will see you in court, pretty Agnes, pretty Agnes
Drag you there ourselves by your yellow hair so bright
“I Care not for your treatment, but only for my sweetheart;
My darling Jonny Gorney, my shining gallant knight.”

Where is your Gallant Jonny, pretty Agnes, Pretty Agnes?
Standing in the dock with your yellow hair so bright?
He Took you for your cunny and for that he paid you money
But he loves you not, and has confessed his conduct was not right.

We will make of you example, pretty Agnes, pretty Agnes
We will strip you bare and shave you of your yellow hair so bright
And Naked to the cuckingstool through Norwich market lead you
And none that see, shall save you from your well-deservéd plight.

Instrumental descending into discord

Not so proud and cocky, pretty Agnes, pretty Agnes
Nor so pretty neither for we’ve made of you a fright.
As the Goodwives and the mistresses of Norwich lead you bare and bald
O’er Coslany Bridge and Fyebrigg till you reach the ducking site.

We will duck you in the water, ugly Agnes, ugly Agnes
We will freeze your wanton body blue and white, blue and white
Then Through Tumland and St Andrews to your wretched hovel lead you
And you will know the full force of a scornéd woman’s spite.

52 Hz Whale
Swan / Conway 2013
A cri de couer
First Performed at The Hog in Armour, Norwich on 19/10/13

52 hertz of silence
Calling through the waters
A heart that speaks yet
Is never heard

52 hertz of silence
Never knowing why the cry goes
Unanswered

Swimming in our lonely seas
52 hertz whale and me
Till we lose our breath and fall
To the bottom of the deathless ocean
Where our bones will be picked white and clean
Never heard and never seen
Again

52 hertz of silence
Calling through the waters
A heart that speaks yet
Is never heard

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