His Sighs & Silhouette / Not A Tee Pee

MUD 01 the first collaborative compilation from Not A Tee Pee can be downloaded for free here.

My contribution is a Murder Ballad in the vein of Nick Cave. Drums and electric guitar were recorded live in the Katerwaul HQ before over dubbing vocals, violin and acoustic guitar at home. This was my debut on violin. In fact it was the first time I'd even picked one up. It was Rae's Grandad's and it was lying about the flat. I tuned the bottom string to the root note of the song and placed masking tape markers (Shhhh don't tell Rae) to all the notes I'd worked out fit the song. I hope I've not upset any classical music Elders.

Drums and Percussion - Nick Morrice

Vocals, Guitars and (horrible) Violin - Tim Courtney

His Sighs & Silhouette

The stars are hiding behind the clouds
And the rain beats down onto the mounds
Of earth piled by her beautiful body
My god how she loved her Woody
Clementine lies amongst the grieving timber
That same forest where he placed that ring upon her finger
Woody labours his trowel through the slimy bog
His sighs and silhouette lost amongst the fog

Oh Woody, your jumper soaked in blood
Oh Woody, your knees submerged in mud
Oh Woody, how can it have come this?
Your lips still taste of her last kiss.

She somehow reminds him of their first child
Asleep lying perfect and motionless, her skin so mild
The raindrops that glisten and trickle down her neck run clear
Her throat cut from ear to beautiful ear
Woody wipes the rain from his former wife’s face
He lowers her into the soup her hair floats to the surface
“Goodbye my Clementine I will always love you”
And then she was gone without a word spoken more true

Oh Woody, your jumper soaked in blood
Oh Woody, your knees submerged in mud
Oh Woody, how can it have come this?
Your lips still taste of her last kiss.

As Woody turns to the car parked on the hard shoulder
He slips in the sludge as his head collides with a boulder
His body slides through the streaming mire
To be drowned with his wife as the water grows higher

Oh Woody, as you sink in the grime
Oh Woody, you and your love entwined
Oh Woody, what have you gone and done
The dirt and the worms will inherit your lungs