Ah no lizziecornish sawhawks songs arenot heard by the likes of you who have no ears to here.you go off to yer fake folk disco with your fake tan and hair and nails alloverdressed a scarlet woman

sawhawk will be singing and playing for us and our lives and loves and ears to listen and when our hearts are pierced babby songs will be borned and well all sing them again.well done Sidmouth no harm donedespite the lizzard lizzies tries.

I will be on the beach singing to the wind watching the clouds dancing barefoot under the sky waiting for the tide to turn and bring my lover sawhawk back