We (Sorcha Dorcha) were doing a gig for homelessness. Before we came on, a nice harmless sort of a fellow (not at all the description of our band) sand a sort of Mr. Rodgers song about children, stopping in the middle for a charming if not a bit insipid (no offence if you are reading this mate) talking bit about how Children are Gods Gift to us all... Well, here come Sorcha Dorcha, all dressed in black... our first song, Tom of Bedlam, so, here-s me, with a broken rib from the flu and blood seeping from my nose and mouth, but I am doing this gig anyway... looking grey and deathlike. I say to the worried looking audience... We are going to carry on in that theame of Children... arent they the best? You can hug em, love em teach em stuff... make pies....
My staff has murdered giants
My bag a long knife carries
to cut mince pies from Childrens thighs
with which to feed the faeries
Still I sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
for they all go bare and live by the air
and they want no drink nor money

For info on hearing our pater live...
Sorcha Page .
Hope the blue clicky works!
Larry