Underneath The Willow Tree

by Grandpa Egg

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1.
04:18
Jungle Joe, he had to go He knew he wasn't coming back Fly away on vines that sway He knew he wasn't coming back All that he knew, he wasn't coming back Jungle Joe had come to know A kind of emptiness inside Dust, they say, had settled on his brain Soiled the dreams he once held tight Oh how tried to take it all in stride But somehow this world just seemed to pass him by Jungle Joe, he had to go He knew he wasn't coming back Hung to dry, he looked up at the sky To find some solace in the sun Which seemed so apparent to everyone Maybe there’s a place for me, he thought, on the other side Oh how he longed to take that flight
2.
[NARRATION] One life ends and another begins In a small house at the end Of an otherwise simple street A mother and father brimming With all that a new home brings As a young boy clings to pant-legs & things Turn the key and let the door swing open wide Sunlight streaming in, the floorboards come to life Room to room, the little house on Drayka Street The backyard weeping willow makes the thing complete Peer out through little pools of light Lord knows you’re a sensitive child Peek round, your pretty flaxen head A place you could call home instead Grab a box and crack it open, gesundheit! Paper stacks or crumpled hats and coats, oh my! Make-way for the davenport and drapes, a cavalcade of shapes goes by You sit alone and cry Peer out through little pools of light Lord knows you’re a sensitive child Out there, it just might be A place for you, swaying in the breeze Hearts break and willows weep And some boys are found hanging from a tree So steer clear of dangling vines And maybe things will be just fine
3.
In the wall It waits In the wall All that remains In the wall A panel moves Tiny hands will find Their way to you In the wall To whom In the wall You
4.
02:44
I just genuinely like Marvin Martian I just genuinely like Danger Mouse Spend hours on end in my bedroom Like a dame in the nuthouse I just genuinely like going ape shit Caddywhompus and the like, romp around this place Out of the gates like a track star With a nail in his brain Footsteps out in the hall My heart like an anvil will fall I just genuinely like penguins! Thus, we waddle round the arctic, arm-in-arm Stay tucked away in my igloo While the wolves tear them apart! Footsteps out in the hall My heart like an anvil will fall Footsteps closing in fast This episode will be the last Up and at’em boy The sun is rolling out today Brave the open air Make mama proud to say Up and at’em boy No son of mine’ll waste away With his eyes glued to that looney tube all day
5.
Eighteen sets of eyes Are staring back at me I never fit in Ill at-ease in my skin It’s measles-esque Standing there with rats for hair Elastic jeans Cast out on the porch And through the windows and doors They’re gawking at me Dangling down The willows weep Maybe I’ve found A place for me Bookish fuck with backward luck And crooked teeth Look across the street Through a window we see A girl recede Clutching tight, the stuffing Of my only friend Tucked under my chin A tuxedo-clad gent Ely the penguin Dangling round The willow tree Held safe and sound Here underneath Dangling down The vines they mope Each a helping hand Or hangman’s rope But still burning bright In the back of his mind That box of letters Somehow left behind Waiting for him Reaching out to find A stranger’s hand Through the sands of time And on to the next life He could open one just to see Maybe this was really meant to be Eighteen sets of eyes Are staring back at me I never fit in Ill at-ease in my skin Who gives a shit? Scamper in and scramble up the stairs On-end hairs as the envelope tears A pair of trembling hands, have we
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Plastic head in a cloud again Ask the heavens to stop Shedding light on the shape we’re in It’s enough to melt your face off Plastic head in an open flame I’m not very much fun Basking in the light of so much pain It’s like staring right into the sun Maybe everyone else is just numb Plastic head in a cloud again Have the heavens no shame Black fog billowing, blistering skin It’s burning a hole in my brain And as for my heart, much the same
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Sleep, the night is good On a red-pine bed of wood Silken black, the sky Streaming through your open mind Sleep, the darkness says Lost at sea inside your head Ghost-white vapors pass Starlit Asian waters oh-so vast Floating in the open waters there Bobbing about by the bedside A delicate lotus flower fair Floating in the mindless open air Petals unfurl, by the bedside a girl With a dark and slanted stare Holly half-reply Calling out through open eyes Floating in a flower Glowing like a meteor shower Holly here we are Tragic as a falling star Together in a dream Any minute now my alarm will start to scream Floating in the open waters there Bobbing about by the bedside A delicate lotus flower fair Floating in the mindless open air Petals unfurl, an enchanted young girl With a dark and slanted stare
8.
02:56
Hang out for hours with the willow tree I don’t give a fuck for me I got all I need New kid in town and you know it’s true They’re gonna crack my head in two Just something to do Hang out underneath the willow tree See the sun in golden streams Line the vines and leaves New kid in town, if they know I am Stuff me in a garbage can Don’t dare take a stand Weeping never felt so right As when these vines are holding me tight No one here to tell me to buck up All my fears, my sorrows All my love Free to fuck around Like a flock of doves Hang out for hours with the willow tree Only place I care to be Just Ely and me New kid in town, gonna get me good Strap me to the rusted hood Of Grandma’s old Fleetwood She’ll never notice Weeping never felt so right As when these vines are holding me tight No one here to tell me to buck up All my fears, my sorrows All my love Free to fuck around Like a flock of doves Keep out the world around Underneath the willow, safe and sound Hide out beneath of the willow tree Only place I care to be Wish someone else could see Then from the corner of my eye I see her standing there under the vines She turns and runs, leaving me there The girl with the dark and slanted stare
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02:19
That boy ain’t right He’s way too up-tight Spends all of his time With that tree He’s awfully shy Spends all day and night Alone in a world We can’t see So often inclined To get left behind Lost with the vines And the leaves He’s awfully kind A bit off at times And different Whatever that means
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Holly, can it be? The girl from my dream Waiting for me Holly, there you sit Beneath the hanging stems Of the willow tree Stumble out of bed, don’t wait a minute more Nevermind your shoes and socks, just go Rumble down the stairs and out the fucking door If you’re lucky, she’ll be waiting so Bumble through the yard and think of what to say If and when you’re finally face-to-face Grass is soft and sharp in shards of wispen-jade Brushed against the lightness of each pace Holly Yeong of lotus flower fame And suddenly, there we are She turns to me and I can see The swelling tears in her eyes
12.
Fucking hell, what just happened? Everything was going alright For just a fraction of a second Thought I’d stepped into the light By chance she found me on this park bench By chance I didn’t get tongue-tied For once it didn’t dominate me Felt I was reaching out from inside Then in an instant without warning She just threw it all away She raised her foot up in the air And without a care She came down She brought it down And stepped on an ant Another footstep pressing on my chest Another cardiac arrest I’ve had enough, I might confess If I had any say at all I’d say there’s nothing left Better this than locked-up in my room At home with that half-cocked buffoon He’s banging on my door all day so hard I’d like to take an ice-pick from the drawer And jam it in his heart I just die and they don’t bat an eye Another sunrise having blown my mind I just die a little bit inside Whenever drunken bums curl up at night Clutching their collar tight How can I just fall apart each time A person walks by or looks me in the eye How can I expose this heart of mine When every conversation makes me want to cry Clutching the hollow place inside Brains are somewhat sunny-side up in my head Out amidst the sweltering unrest Every ray of light is like a kiss of death Sealing our fate in this hot mess Brains are somewhat sunny-side up, so they say Molten yellow running down my face Maybe it’s just me but I can’t bare the strain Of all the heartache, suffering and pain That annihilates the senses in the brazen light of day
13.
Tucked away, a tiny village Just east of the Seomjin waves Where sailors come for pint and pillage Where young girls are sold as slaves One among them with her long hair Pulled tight in a hangman’s braid Flung herself into the night-air And sunk to a watery grave Mother died in vain Father’s debts to pay Swallowed up at sea, miss Holly Yeong Coughed up on the beach with salty lungs Swallowed up at sea and left for dead Coughed up on the beach in lotus flower bed Taken in and told to scrub Every crevice and every hole Papa Grub sure has a preference For young girls who know their role Half a world away How her poor heart aches Swallowed up at sea, miss Holly Yeong Coughed up on the beach with a foreign tongue Swallowed up at sea and left for dead Coughed up on the beach in lotus flower bed Holly, you’re safe now here with me Underneath the willow tree You got all you need Don’t cry, see the sun caught streaming through He won’t lay a hand on you For at-least another hour or two
14.
03:56
NARRATION: Things are looking up For the young boy And his willow tree A box of letters to explore And a budding friendship With the girl next-door Though broken hearts need all the more Dark eyes and carnival lights My heart is on a carousel high Hard times left somewhere behind With Holly Yeong here by my side Magpies and cartwheel cries I feel head over heels tonight Dark eyes, a milk-carton smile She's what I’ve been missing all this time Whisper softly How she looks so odd People talking She’s not what you thought They don’t have the time For kids that don’t all look alike But we don’t pay no mind Just a couple of magpies Dark eyes and carnival lights A world-away in every sigh Hard times are still burning bright For Holly Yeong here by my side Starlight, we’re spending our nights With Marvin Martian, Rainbow Bright Dark eyes they harbor a kind of Torment she can’t even describe Whisper softly How she acts so queer Better off, she’d be To up and disappear They don’t have the time For kids that don’t all look alike But we don’t pay no mind Just a couple of magpies No they don’t have the time For kids that don’t fall into line We see eye-to-eye Just a couple of magpies
15.
Golden waves break over my window Morning tide is rolling on in Blinds in rows half-open eyelids glow Tears warm in the light Harvey, have you any idea? How beautiful the sun at your side Heaven intermingling in the strands Glazed, fluffy and wild Golden waves break over my window Morning tide is rolling on in Blinds in rows half-open eyelids close Tears washed away in the light
16.
Fishhooks in my brain Fishhooks in my brain Scratching and tugging and twisting away Why can’t they give me a break? Racking up phobias, writhing in place Such are the thoughts of the day Fishhooks in my brain Fishhooks in my brain Worthless and socially fucked in the head Choking back chitchat at school Crybaby curled up crooked in bed They always laugh at the fool Stepfather sticking his dick in a friend Hours at the office run late Mother is worried but she can pretend How she admires his strength Fishhooks in my brain Reeling from the pain
17.
03:27
It’s weighing on me Eighteen pry Just when I think Everything is on the blink Out in the yard She comes calling Just when it seems Only walls will talk to me She knocks at my door It’s weighing on me Eighteen sets of eyes Just when I think Everything is on the blink In through my window Comes crawling Just when they say Now he up and lost his way She takes up my arm Just when I think Everything is on the blink Out in the yard She comes calling Just when it seems Only walls will talk to me She turns up at my door With her dark eyes imprisoned no more Will I cave?
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What have I done? Turned my back on Holly Yeong They chased her down In the backyard where we found ourselves out As she looked up at me They circled around shouting, “get up freak” Through little pools of light I know too well that look in her eye Holly, what to do? Will you ever forgive me For ducking out on you? NARRATION: Broken hearts need all the more And so must stick together Or else
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Howling winds are heartless, cold as ice Cry myself to sleep another night Burn the clothes that held me back all day Naked free and watch the willow sway A helpless stupid fuck, am I A gutless sitting duck, am I “Donnie Doormat in a funk, I’ll bet” He stuck his fucking finger in my chest “Always feeling sorry for yourself” “Weak just like your father, may he burn-in-hell” A self-indulgent fuss, am I A sack of bulging puss, am I Tonight I’ll paint myself a yellow-gold In honor of my hamster, rest his soul In honor of the sun that fried my brain To represent the coward I remain If I could reach up with my yellow hand And grab hold of one of these willow strands I’d fly away into the blessed night And start a new life swinging by and by A phony, faggy mope, am I At the end of my rope, am I A twat who couldn’t cope, am I At the end of my rope, bye bye Caught in the undercurrent, white sands Cave in the coming light of day Grains of the sun & moon change hands I feel it all slipping away Train yourself to swallow your fears All of your cares down the drain Bury the thoughts that bring you to tears In sands of denial, so plain Cover my eyes against the bright sun Can’t bear to face another day Strange how the majesty of new light come Exposes a world so depraved So efficient we have become Our toughness and our resolve Pile it on, you cocksured scum Till you feel nothing at all See all other faces dissolve Now will anyone come when you call?
21.
Flakes in a free-fall across the sky Great cherry blossom trees of Asian white I’ve gotta find her and make this right Can’t bear to see it fritter off and die Flowers of every shape and size Some open-up at every new sunrise Others seem unfit to face the times Here today and gone in the blink of an eye Climbing the branches toward her light She opens up the window with a smile I can’t believe, a complete surprise Thought I’d never look into those eyes again Flowers of every shape and size Great cherry blossom trees of Asian white Too many petals brushed aside In this world, like so many tears that I’ve cried I stood with the crowd as they cast aside The one true thing I’ve got in this life
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A final look up at the sun Out amongst the branches No more tears and dry they run I’ll be on my way Wrap the vine around my neck I’m off to see the world Sailing through the air, I’ll bet They’ll think of me somehow And never live it down
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The letter it drops to the ground With two sets of tears streaming down They hold on tight to each other tonight And weep for the one we call Jungle Joe If your petals are wearing thin If you feel your world folding in Been told that it’s sink or swim Holly I’ll lift you up Should your colors ever fade In the cold-blooded light of day I’ll cover your eyes and say Holly never again, without a friend The willow tree held us in her arms But the sun perhaps meant us no harm There are beautiful sights that are also brought to life If we dare to step into the light If your petals are wearing thin If you feel your world folding in Been told that it’s sink or swim Holly I’ll lift you up Should your colors ever fade In the cold-blooded light of day I’ll cover your eyes and say Holly never again, without a friend

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Storybook album about a pair of young social outcasts who watch cartoons, read old letters, and take refuge underneath a big willow tree in the backyard.

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released November 19, 2017

All songs by Jeb Morris, except "Young Korean Girl Sits Alone" (I.Kristaponyte / J.Goff / J.Morris)
Produced by Bart Morris
Artwork by Grandpa Egg
Narration by Sue C.

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