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A little girl whose father is the caretaker of the local cemetery has trouble convincing the other children from her school to come over to play. Out of loneliness, she begins to have a tea party with the spirits of children who have passed and whose remains are buried in the cemetery which her house overlooks. And to increase attendance, she begins employing some rather questionable techniques.
Recorded in Lyttelton, New Zealand, 2013.
lyrics
No one ever dare darken the door
of the house where Lucy sleeps.
A house surrounded by the graveyard grounds
where her father the sexton keeps
the mortal remains of the people who spent their lives
in the factories of this town.
The priest sails their souls through the skies to heaven,
their vantage coign at the miseries on the ground.
Then watch the earth swallow their bodies down.
Lucy has no friends of her own
though only six years to her age.
Alone she treads between the cemetery beds
to the cry of the creaking cage
that is the forbidding gate of the children's cemetery
where the footpath bends.
Her posthumous classmates of yesteryear
whose lingering spirits have become her only friends.
Those who've met untimely ends.
"I'm all alone in this great big house.
The other children, they won't play with me.
But you could stray from your cold, dark graves
and join me for a cup of tea."
As the moon sinks her fangs into the day
and the evening clouds have swept the sun away,
Lucy's friends, in their funeral dress,
ascend from their children's cemetery beds
and for the evening come to the cold dark house to play.
There's Quentin who was found hung from a tree
and Maud knifed 'til her blood ran thick.
And Beatrice found on the hill by the well,
her brain claimed by a brick.
And Thaddeus strangled with piano wire
'til both eye sockets bled,
who now in death became Lucy's friends,
though in all their lives never shared her tea nor bread.
How fortunate now they're dead.
Still as the moon sinks her fangs into the day
and the evening clouds have swept the sun away.
Lucy's friends, in their funeral dress,
ascend from their children's cemetery beds
and for the evening come to the cold dark house to play.
And when the time has come time,
Lucy bids her friends adieu.
When the evenings events have come to an end
and the day's begun anew,
she then retires herself to her bedroom before
she tucks herself in tight.
Her gaze turns to the box by her bed
illuminated by candle light
which holds a noose of flax, a stray piano wire,
leather gloves, a brick and one sheathed knife.
She then blows out the candle and whispers out the window,
"My lovelies, God bless, good night."
credits
from Penny Thoughts b/w Lucy's Tea Party,
released July 29, 2014
Olive Bartlett-Mowat as Lucy's Voice
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