Who robbed the cradle room?
While mother she was sleeping
all those figures in the window blocked the moon
Who left the boy alone?
While father's sleeping miles away
sub-characters are hiding in his home
Who turned the boy to stone?
Oh, mother wouldn't listen
when I told her I don't want to sleep alone
Search out the cold and gray,
forgetting 'bout the cradle room
and all those strangers trying to have their way
And I don't know me anymore,
I'm lost without a name
And when there's strangers at the door,
I'm paralyzed with pain
And I will not forget the moon
And the scenes from the cradle room
And I will not forget the moon
Lock up the cradle room
And lock up the emotions that were
shattered torn and strewn about the room
Who robbed the cradle room?
While mother she was sleeping
all those figures in the window blocked the moon
And I don't want to be alone,
I'm lost inside my home
And I don't want to be alone,
I'm lost inside my home
And I will not forget the moon
And the scene from the cradle room
And I will not forget the moon
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
This is one of my favourite bandcamp compilations, it's so damn good. So many amazing songs & new bands to discover. I feel sorry for anyone that doesn't have it. Doctor Shakamoto
Occult psych-folk in the '70s U.K. tradition that further affirms the historical link between Appalachian and British folk songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2019