Giants
Fee fi fo fum, grind my bones
For here I come,
Mercy, grace for what is done,
Slow flows the blood, of this English man.
I have all the words you wanted,
In my hands the notes you need,
I am here for draining slowly,
See the vessel lightly bleed
Fee fi fo fum grind my bones,
The time will come,
When waiting fades to ageing,
Oh, and thin flows the blood of this English man
I look south for no direction,
I see nothing in the land,
In the soil no power stirring,
Of inspiration…we are cleansed
Fee fi fo fum, grind my bones
Make us one,
Soothe my tired stomach muscles,
Come on, come on,
Stir the blood of this English man
Fee fi fo fum,
The bread and bonemeal giant comes,
Scare your children back to blandness,
Come on , come on,
Chill the blood of this Englishman
Scared to talk and hard to feel,
London where you touch and go,
London where restraint is progress,
Centre source where the greyness grows
I would peel fresh new mornings,
From the sprinkled, sparkling land,
I would charge the roots with running,
And I would be undone,
Undone, by man
Fee fi fo fum,
The giant fades and dreams are gone
Shout it loud if you believe it,
Shout it louder than the sun,
Come on , come on, stir the blood,
Of this English man.