I am John Crow with my coat all a-tatter,
A shiftin’ my shape with my shamanic natter.
Mind over matter, when the mirror shatter,
I go call on the Goose to gather where I scatter.
I am John Crow the crooked way farer,
With The Goose, She my Isis, I Her Wennefer.
When the Dread Zone attack me,
Trick-trick-track me,
Knick-knack paddy-whack, whack-whack-whack me
With a bus number 343
SPLAT on Borough High Street,
Scatter Crow for Dead Meat…
Goose She go find me, remember and remind me,
Pick up Crow pieces. Goose go loose me and bind me.
Do you mind over matter? When the mirror shatter,
Do you pick up the pieces or just put up the patter?
Beware the evil eye of the men who flatter,
Who wear down your mind with their blind chitter chatter,
When what they really want is your head on a platter,
But them better not mess with Crow ‘cause he mad as a hatter.
When he look them in the eye the false idols shatter.
Like empty vessels roll away clatter-clatter-clatter…
I am John Crow the crooked way farer,
With The Goose, She my Isis, I Her Wennefer.
When the Dread Zone attack me,
Trick-trick-track me,
Knick-knack paddy-whack, whack-whack-whack me
With a bus number 343
SPLAT on Borough High Street,
Scatter Crow for Dead Meat…
Goose She go find me, remember and remind me,
pick up Crow pieces.
Goose go loose me
And bind…
John Constable aka Crow
Illustration Nick Victor