When the fox cried one it dragged me from a dream
of exorcisms in a cold green beam
I was soaked in sweat, my eyes were blind
I was wracked with guilt as to what I might find
And the cops were peering in my windows
And the currawong was perched on the line
With his beady yellow eye mocking me
Sayin’ “you’ll never make it in time”
and the lines appear and it’s just begun
there’s no going back when the fox cries one
in a fit of nostalgia when the fox cried two
the currawong flitted past a piss-stained moon
I could smell your breath I could taste your tears
it’s all so real ‘til it all disappears
and the dragon’s teeth are melting
and the currawong cackles again
and the queen peels back her mask
as all the king’s horses trample all the king’s men
it’s the end of the beginning when the blade cuts through
we’re on the edge of abyss when the fox cries two
I woke again when the fox cried three
to my baby muttering a desperate plea
I can’t keep him fed, I can’t stitch the thread
he’ll never stop ‘til he sees her dead
and there’s no way out of this circus
this much water don’t just go down the drain
and the currawong casts his obdurate eye
over the next victim in his game
and I fell to the ground behind the spinning machine
‘cause I can’t stand up when the fox cries three
now the currawong crouched on the crest of the cradle,
crimson dripping from its crooked claw
and the pieces of you soak into to the carpet
‘cause that’s all that’s left when the fox cries four
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023
The legendary Richard Thompson's new solo album exemplifies his many musical paths, from pop and cabaret to jazz to traditional folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024