Mae Karthauser

A British songwriter with a self pinned folk-pop-circus genre. Her songs are populated by wayward characters both human and animal and leap playfully between story and fantasy and hard social questions, asking for what is faithful in a world of mirrors.

One Animal

You may watch in delight as a bird flies past your window

And you may feed the birds in the square

When the cuckoo takes the nest of his righteous neighbour

Oh we frown, Oh we frown.

I don’t know one animal who pays to live in England
No! The blackbird’s born with the right to nest high in his tree, as high as he likes.
I don’t know one animal who pays to live in England
Tell me how we would implement that?! Those poor sods ain’t got money!

As this blackbird gathers sticks that all the winds have tossed down

And as he swoops round with an old feather he finds in his beak

And as he build a nest in the field at the end of your garden

You don’t call him a thief, you don’t call him a gypsy

I don’t know one animal who pays to live in England
No! The blackbird’s born with the right to nest high in his tree, as high as he likes.
I don’t know one animal who pays to live in England
Tell me how we would implement that?! Those poor sods ain’t got money!

I don’t know one animal who pays to live in England
No! The blackbird’s born with the right to nest high in his tree, as high as he likes.
I don’t know one animal who pays to live in England
Tell me how we would implement that?! Those poor sods ain’t got money.

So you see the birds are free as to free, they're the outlaws

We shoot them down and drive them away

But when our great wide land becomes nothing but stock and economy

**Well it’s them that rise, **

and them that fall...

No, I don’t know one animal...