Acres of Sorrow

Strolling, strolling along, head to the floor
And your eyes to your chest
Trust in your leader for he knows best
Strolling, I’m strolling along
Just passing the time
There’s too much of it now
Still I can’t find the time to rest.















Suspicious minds, rule all the time
Its time to go from these acres of sorrow
The light is getting dark
So please don’t wait for tomorrow.

This unholy exodus
Ill news is our new guest
Its time to leave this sinking ship
But he won’t let my people go
He won’t let my people go

Greek theologians like to philosophise
New York women like to talk about their thighs
Pigee Magoo only wants to chastise
And the news flies round the town

















But I’m still strolling, strolling along
Heart on my sleeve and a hat on my head
Ignoring all the rumours for I know best
Strolling I’m strolling along don’t tell me the truth
For the truth will mean death
He’s just a poor boy in a man’s vest.

Hope unrefined, now the worst of crimes
Its time to go from these acres of sorrow
The light is getting dark
So please don’t wait for tomorrow

They say that he’s gone insane
A pale grey shadow crumbling away
Conscience made of metal
With A hatred of the rebel
But he won’t let my people go
He won’t let my people go

20th century hicks like to philosophise
London women like to talk about their size
Pigee Magoo only wants to get high
And the news flies round the town

Is it his fate?
Can he escape?
To a place that knows no bounds
People can dream
But what if their dreams
Aren’t all they seem?

So Pigee Magoo what will you do? What will you do?
So Pigee Magoo what will you do
What will you do?

The plans that he made
The lives he destroyed
Began as plague ridden schemes
Sweat on his brow
He couldn’t see.
The tomb he wove inside his dreams

Lock and Key

He’s got a heart that’s made from wisdom
In a thousand year old grin
He’s got a heart that’s made of tin
He’s the fury of the seraphim
And he’s the ally of the hero
Until they look away
But he tries to find the reason
Of why they are so brave.

Is it this thing that they call love?
That’s linked to this thing that they call morality?
Is it this thing that he’s left behind?
Hidden away under lock and key.

He’s got a soul tempered with madness
The madness of control
Lusting from his ivory tower
Watching over those he craves
And in his altered state of mind
Blissfully unaware of time
He tries to find the reason
The reason why he cannot cry

Is it this thing that they call love?
That’s linked to this thing that they call morality?
Is it this thing that he’s left behind?
Hidden away under lock and key

Loneliness that strikes like fever
He is the only one who will receive her
But he only watches from afar
And dreams of what might be
If he could only express himself
Could only express himself
Express this thing that they call love?
That’s linked to this thing that they call morality?
Expressing this thing that he’s left behind?
Hidden away under lock and key.









Express this thing that they call love?
That’s linked to this thing that they call morality?
Expressing this thing that he’s left behind?
Hidden away under lock and key.

Reign of Terror

As the dust settles in.
A lawless saloon opens its doors
A night of carnage will then begin
Matched only by intrigue matched only by sin
Matched only by intrigue matched only by sin

At the centre of it all?

Guess who?
On a throne of skulls
It’s Pigee Magoo,
Lock up your daughters
His gang is on the town
And if you are not in his pay
Then you will be in his way.

The library is closed
And they shut the schools
And those who stay out at night
Are just plain fools
They closed the roads
They control in all
And the quicker you step out of line
Is the quicker you will fall in this reign of terror
In this reign of terror.
Matched only by intrigue matched only by sin.

(It could be you! insert face here)

As the dust settles in
Drunk on moonshines and special brand gin
Gun toting madmen with grand designs,
Matched only by intrigue matched only by lies

The root of it all?
There can be only one
The iron clad king of ivory
With no sense of fun
And his plans are growing
They reach out far and wide
And no matter how far you will run
You’ll never escape his piercing eyes.

The taxes are rising
And the bribes are flowing
And the friends that you had before
Ain’t worth knowing
Its all for one
And no one helps
Because in times like these
The only one you can help is yourself
In this reign of terror
In this reign of terror
Matched only by intrigue matched only by sin.

If you only knew what it was to be him?Matched only by intrigue matched only by sin.

The Battle

And when they clashed from till the dawn until the night.
And the town hall fell and the court house burned,
And the crims ran free and we all locked our doors
And we all knew then it would not be like it was before.
And we prayed and we hoped that we might survive
Even as Duffy fled into the night
And Pigee stood tall in the old town square
And he said come now you need not be scared.
And he herded us out and oh what we saw
Look at him Look at you.
And I watched him say
With the storm clouds high
And the deepening quiet
And oh what for?

He told us all
He told us all
I am the law!

The Rise And Fall of Pigee Magoo

The Rise and Fall Of Pigee Magoo

By M. B. Turtle


It Began As a Mistake

I was walking around this lonesome town
And on everyone’s face was nought but a frown
And all you could see amongst the shattered debris
Was a town contested by two parties.

Duffy Maloy…

One half of the town was ruled by a butcher.
Go by the name of Duffy Maloy
Duffy Maloy, arch-ripper, with eyes in the back of his head
You stray from his sight you’ll end up in a fight
And you’ll certain end up dead

And with his plans laid out,
Cigarette in his mouth,
He’ll plot your certain doom.
Don’t fuck with him now, don’t come around,
Or you’ll disappear into the night without a sound.

Pigee Magoo...

The other half of the town was ruled by a banker,
Go by the name of Pigee Magoo
And Pigee Magoo didn’t know what to do when he was growing up
He was smarter then most, could deliver on his boasts
As he rose right to the top.

A mathematical mind with genius entwined
Propaganda and pie all combined,
He’ll be king of this town, wearing his crown,
Leaving his enemies one by one in the ground.

Travels in Contracresto

Work continues apace on my debut album set to be recorded in the confines of the boat. The provisional working title of the album is Travels in Contracresto and will be split into three short stories comprising of 6 tracks each.

Chapter one: The Rise and Fall Of Pigee Magoo
Chapter two: The courage of El Salavador
Chapter three: The fabulous world of Lady Klunkerfunk

Many other super heroes, villains and figures of legend keep popping into my brain and it is difficult to keep track of all of them and give them the credence they deserve. Consequently a second album is already brewing called The Book Of Wallingdeep and more will be revealed in good time.

With such madness going on in my head my pretty much all of the time staying wedded to earthly moments is becoming increasingly difficult. I sometimes feel like my face is like the surface of the ocean with a whole lot of wriggly shit going on just underneath the eyes of everyone else.

I must find an outlet for all of this so for alot of time now i've been funnelling it out of my guitar but is this enough? I feel seized with the urge to quit my job and devote myself to the worlds of Contracresto and Wallingdeep, to learn how to paint and build a crazy mythology, language and imagery around these fantastical nether worlds.

Luckily I work in a Mail Order department for an art gallery so reality is always ever present. Thank god for Christmas cards otherwise you wouldn't see me - id be like a speck on the horizon, a needle in a haystack, a raindrop in a bad assed burping cloud or a dissolving fungus in a hippies tea.

It's Official

The coldest night that we've had on the boat so far was last night. It was so freezing that i could still feel the ache in my legs as i walked up the stairs at Piccadilly station. Apart from that i've not been fairly busy. This weekend i watched a band on Friday night and got a wee bit pissed walked around a bit on Saturday with Tuatha in Brick lane. He spent a fair amount of cash on art.

Sunday was chill day and i did chill indeed - perhaps thats why the boat was so cold this morning.

BTW Ainsley Harriott cuppa soup is the best soup i've had in ages - it's really great. I suggest you buy some from your local convenience store.

Exciting life?

You bet.

ill News is an ill guest

Which is good because there is no ill news. I was grumpy this morning though but it is a lovely day in fair London - The greatest city in Britain.

In anycase i've been consumed by a purple patch of creativity recently which has lead to the birth of The Rise And Fall Of Pigee Magoo.

Here's a snippet:

Pigee Magoo didn't know what to do
When he was growing up
He Was Smarter then most
Could deliver on His boasts
As he rose right to the top
A mathematical mind with genius entwined
Propaganda and pie all combined
he'll be king of this town
wearing his crown
Leaving his enemies one by one in the ground

I've been driving Muffin mad with this for the last few weeks so i thought that i'd torment you all with it Hah! I also came up with this choice line on the way to the train.

Greek Theologians like to philosophise
New York women are the same with thinghs
But we are all just people (May Change)

Thoughts?

I Love Chores

Actually I don't.

Thoughts from the weekend

This weekend I re-discovered what I feels like to climb trees and god told me to drink more tea then coffee.

I also discovered bad indigestion and the true meaning of crusty living.

Reppin Bear Biddy Bays

Last night we had a lovely gathering with fellow boaters at the far end of the marina. The Brentford pumpkin challenge cup brought some interesting contenders. Stand out pumpkins included a melon (purchased due to national pumpkin shortage) sculpted into a rabbit, a pumpkin that looked like an Amazonian warrior and a trio of pumpkins each more inventive then the last. The latter would go on to win the tournament. Yet not one pumpkin utilised UV light, a fact that made me sorely regret not being able to find a pumpkin.

There was wine and good chat and a belligerent drunk boater named Murray who told us stories about plumber friend Rentoleak, the worst plumber in the world whilst informing his fellow lady boaters that they had disconcerting buttocks. We also learnt from some Devoners who live on the island that proper terms for Bays from Bideford is ‘reppin bear Biddy Bays’

We also might get ourselves a kitten as it was proven to us last night that you can keep them on the marina. It just requires a jigsaw, some spare kittens and a decent name ( which we have largely thanks to T.S Lewis)

I want one and i'm tired of of this woeful office assistant substitute on my outlook at work!

Cool.