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Gus Englehorn

The Hornbook Lyrics (Partial)

One eyed Jack Pr. 1 and 11

(The Interrogation/The Other Side):

I've been workin' on the rail road all the live long day
I've got just one question for you and I don't want no messing around
What do you know about One Eyed Jack?
Well, One Eyed Jack looked through the crack
What did he see beyond the veil?
A golden chair, a broken horn, a gilded sword, blood on the floor
What do you know about One Eyed Jack?
Well, One Eyed Jack his final act was sinking through the kitchen floor
He was not cup, he was not straw, he was not chair, he was the door
What do you mean he was the door?
Well, One Eyed Jack he kept the time, he counted to the number 9
He took the cup, he drank the brine, he was the door to the other side
What do you mean the other side?
And how did he hurt his back again?
Brick-a by brick-a by brick-a by brick-a
He made-a a stack-a but broke-a his back-a
That's all I know about One Eyed Jack-a
What do you know about One Eyed Jack?
Well, One Eyed Jack in Galilea, looked through the crack, what did he see?
A sheep all shorn, blood on the floor, he died but then he was reborn
What do you mean he was reborn?
Well, One Eyed Jack he spoke in rhyme, he told us of the turning tide, the light that shown from his blind
Eye, it lit the way to the other side
What do you mean the other side?
You know the other side
Brick-a by brick-a by brick-a by brick-a he made-a a stack-a but broke-a his back-a
That's all I know about One Eyed Jack-a
One Eyed Jack always breathes down my neck
One Eyed Jack

Blast off
Sound of syrup
Silent and sweet
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Then she'll be a true love of

Mine, mine, mine, mine
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and
Thyme, thyme, thyme, thyme

Tell her to make me a shirt deep forest green
With no needle, no stitch, no thread, and no seam
Then she'll be a true love of

Mine, mine, mine, mine
Wormhole warps the fabric of
Time, time, time, time (Wormhole warps the fabric of)

Vision blurring, inside's churning
Skin is burning, almost blind
Earth is turning, time is bending
Head is spinning, count the time
T-minus three, two, one

Blast off

Sound of syrup
Silent and sweet
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Then she'll be a true love of

Mine, mine, mine, mine
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and
Thyme, thyme, thyme, thyme

Tell her to make me a shirt deep forest green
With no needle, no stitch, no thread, and no seam
Then she'll be a true love of

Mine, mine, mine, mine
Wormhole warps the fabric of
Time, time, time, time (Wormhole warps the fabric of)

Vision blurring, inside's churning
Skin is burning, almost blind
Earth is turning, time is bending
Head is spinning, count the time
T-minus three, two, one

Blast off

Sound of syrup
Silent and sweet
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Then she'll be a true love of

Mine, mine, mine, mine
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and
T-t-thyme, t-t-thyme, t-t-thyme, t-t-thyme

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Thyme 

Check ignition, nuclear fission
What's your mission? Then ignition
Time is bending, common symptoms
Temporary loss of vision

Time, time, time, time
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and
Thyme, thyme, thyme, thyme

If you're going to Scarborough Fair
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of

Mine, mine, mine, mine
Wrist watch stops, I'm moving through
Time, time, time, time

Check ignition, nuclear fission
What's your mission? Then ignition
Time is bending, common symptoms
Temporary loss of vision
T-minus three, two, one

​

Metal Detector

And with a-muttering in the bush
And metal in the hills
And a serpent in my sign

Five, four, three, two, one, one
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero…

I was stealing the sting of the seal serpentine
I was sipping to sip
I was second on the right
I was cooley like dooley
I was bubbling like pie
I was doing just fine
Just me, myself and my

Metal detector
Metal detector
Metal detector
Metal detector

Cut that infernal racket out
Okay, that's it
I'm pulling the plug

Five, four, three, two, one, one
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero…

 

Hey someone plug that thing back in

I was staring at rings of the serpent in my sign
I was saddle to steed
I was drinking the brine
I was stooley like sooley
I was dangling from twine
I was doing just fine
Just me, myself and my

Metal detector
Metal detector
Metal detector
Metal detector

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