Gary Miller Songs

"As a song poet there are few in the world today to match him"
Green Man Review, USA


Flesh and Bone



Who is this upstart and usurper?

His ambitions must not be allowed to go further

He thinks he can just come strolling in

And steal the glory we’ve worked hard to win

He’s not one of us

He doesn’t belong

His face does’t fit

His name is wrong

Like a climbing sprout

Or a devious scout

He means to flout

We’ll make him pout

We’ll carve his snout 

We’ll kick him out

We’ll put paid

To this foolish lout

Let him protest

Let him shout

We’ve got the right

We’ve got the clout

We know what

We’re talking about

We must stand firm

Without fear or doubt

We’ll ring his neck

We’ll pluck his down

We’ll rip his head

From his false crown

We’ll hack his flesh

We’ll grind his bone

Then bury his memory

Under rock and stone

His wind has blown

His bird has flown

We are the masters

Of flesh and bone

We are true heirs

To the Butchers’ throne

We are the masters

Of flesh and bone 

(Gary Miller)

© 2019 Whippet Records

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Illustration by Helen Temperley © 2020


Illustration by Helen Temperley © 2019


Illustration by Helen Temperley © 2019


Helen's initial illustration 'The Butcher Baronet' © 2018


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