a lo-fi ditty about the olde days in London...the Tyburn Tree was a means of public execution - a gallows, to be precise.
punk
sixties
garage rock
garage punk
60s dig it
Story behind the song
Near Hyde Park in Bayswater - at Marble Arch - once stood the Tyburn Tree - where various and sundry criminals and martyrs were executed. I know...I'm a little creepy for writing a song about it...
Lyrics
TYBURN TREE
I got no one
I know my back’s against the wall
No one to hold me when I’m hangin’ by a thread
No one to catch me when I fall
Girl you will see me
At the Tyburn Tree
I walk up and down the park
And there ain’t no where I can hide
I look around me in the dark
Think I’ve been taken for a ride
There ain’t nothing left for me
At the Tyburn Tree
You cut me up
I’ll be in pieces ‘fore too long
You hang me out
I know who’s right I know you’re wrong
Oh darling can’t you see?
At the Tyburn Tree
You dig me up
You leave me hanging all alone
You leave me howling at the moon
Why can’t you throw this dog a bone?
Have mercy on me
At the Tyburn Tree
JMB April 11 2008
