Strangers of Maresfield Gardens

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lyrics

The Strangers of Maresfield Gardens
{In which General George S Patton consults Sigmund Freud}

I’ve been told that I am mad
Herr Dr. please advise
In myself I don’t feel bad
And thus far have survived
Many other better men
Who perhaps more balanced were
But now whose balance is a noun
While mine remains a verb

Very well I hear you sir
I’ll begin with what I see
By chance the urn upon your shelf
Depicts a younger me
You’ll notice that I wield a spear
Against a yielding foe
Just how it ripped into his ribs
The image cannot show

The wind blows cold & the wind blows right through you

My mother was a Macedon
And so back then was I
When destiny awaited me
Upon the walls of Tyre
At the breech my sword did reach
Into the enemy
Before the murder was complete
She reached back into me

I then awoke as Hannibal
And then in Caesar’s ranks
Then again on Crecy field
As Phillip’s army sank
I rode my way across the Steppe
Alongside brave Murat
Made an end at Waterloo
My innards in my hat

The wind blows cold & the wind blows right through you

There is just one ambition left
In this my current life
And I mean to grab him fiercely
By the asshole and the eye
And drive him backwards underneath
His precious linden trees
And with my tanks pour death on him
For final victory

When the end comes round once more
I’ll happily be dead
And sleep a while until the world
Wants Old Blood & Guts again.

So tell me what’s the verdict
Have you reached a judgement yet?
How can you say that I am not the sanest man you ever met?

When the wind blows cold & the wind blows right through you

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from A Coat Worth Wearing, released March 10, 2017

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