Hand in the water as we slip down the River Cam
Hand of the Maker on display all day
Swans white and gliding, tired, stuffed full of sandwiches
Tea, beer, and dry land on the way
Come all ye faithful to the boathouse, hey
Drinks are on me but I'm not buying
Long live the king, the queen is dead, goodbye
Although I am drunk I will not cry
Four in the morning on a grey dreary afternoon
Seagulls are screaming, kettle on, dear boy
View from my window is the view from my window
Each new day fills my teacup with new joy
Neighbors are fighting and the peace I feel
Reminds me to check prescription ready
What was I thinking when I made that deal?
The devil won't want me when I'm dead
Hail Britannia's former glory
Sweet red strawberry
Fresh from Tesco via lorry
White or granary
Every border tells a story
When do I tell mine?
Hail Britannia's former glory
Draw the battle line
Snake in the water as we drift through a sneaky dream
Swim as the bathtub overflows, oh no
Wake to the television singing that song again
Where did those days of summer go?
Oh, I remember how it used to be?
Once when the weather was so pleasant
Do you remember how it used to be?
Don't you remember how it was?
Raise a glass to memory, please
Ring the bells for everything we were
credits
from The Great Equation,
released April 11, 2023
Anton Barbeau: lyrics, voice
Polly Springhorn: flute
Tim Walters: music, instruments