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Hemos decidido –ya que de exorcisar demonios se trata– ofrecerles un post que contraste con el anterior. En este caso ya no es la dulce-perversa tranquilidad de la canción de cuna, sino una dulce-perversa balada tradicional inglesa (grabada en Liqüiritia) sobre una madre que asesina a sus hijos:

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The Cruel Mother

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A minister’s daughter in the north
– Hey the rose and the lindsay-o,
She’s fallen in love with her father’s clerk,
– Down by the greenwood side-i-o.

He courted her for a year and a day,
Till her the young man did betray.

She leaned her back up against a tree
And there the tear did blind her eye.

She leaned her back up against a thorn
And that her bonny boys she has born.

She’s taken out her little pen-knife
And she has twined them of their life.

She laid them beneath some marble stone
Thinking to go a maiden home.

As she looked over her father’s wall
She saw her two bonny boys playing ball.

“Oh bonny boys, if you were mine
I would dress you in silk so fine.”

“Oh cruel mother, when we were thine
We didn’t see aught of your silk so fine.”

“Oh bonny boys, come tell to me
What sort of death I’ll have to die?”

“Seven years as a fish in the flood,
And seven years a bird in the wood.”

“Seven years a tongue in the warning bell,
And seven years in the flames of hell.”

“Welcome, welcome, fish in the flood,
And welcome, welcome, bird in the wood.”

“Welcome, tongue to the warning bell,
But God keep me from the flames of hell.”

 

(Lyrics as sung by Shirley Collins)

 

L.

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“Cuando el pájaro del sueño pensó hacer su nido en mi pupila, vio las pestañas y le aterró la red.”

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(prove that I lie-prove that I lie-prove that I lie-please, prove that I lie)

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