Ben Gunn from Treasure Island by Emmett Elvin

Oh for a gauge of English rain
Gouge my sun black face with drizzle
Poor Ben Gunn so wild and strange
I’m rich I’m rich and miserable

Long John Silver killed a sailor
Plunged his dagger in the dead man’s chest
Wiped his knife on a tuft of grass then
Left him dead in the swampy forest

Chorus:
Might be an animal might be a man
I’m poor Ben Gunn I am I am
Might be an animal might be a man
I’m poor Ben Gunn I am
Poor Ben Gunn

Babbling high his squeaky voice
Ragged clothes and bone blue eyes
Held his hands out begging for mercy
Sometimes he made sense
Sometimes his words had no meaning
Darting fast from tree to tree
He’d been aboard a pirate ship
To search for treasure sent ashore
Was castaway three years before
Alone with the moon was Flint’s seafarer
When I spoke of Silver
He filled with terror
He filled with terror

Chorus:
Might be an animal might be a man
I’m poor Ben Gunn I am I am
Might be an animal might be a man
I’m poor Ben Gunn I am
Poor Ben Gunn

I pray you for a piece of cheese
I can pay with my worst dreams
The treasure is west of Damocles
I pray you for a piece of cheese
The treasure is west of Damocles

Oh for a gauge of English rain
Gouge my sun black face with drizzle
Poor Ben Gunn so wild so strange
I’m rich I’m rich and miserable

Chorus:
Might be an animal might be a man
I’m poor Ben Gunn I am I am
Might be an animal might be a man
I’m poor Ben Gunn I am
Poor Ben Gunn
Might be an animal might be a man
I’m poor Ben Gunn I am I am
Might be an animal might be a man
I’m poor Ben Gunn I am
Poor Ben Gunn

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• Electronic
• Experimental
• instrumental
• keyboards
• mashup
• weird
• London