Lay for the Day
A song for St Gengulfs day. Gengulf was an eighth-century knight
of Burgundy whose wife had taken a lover. At first he refused to credit
the witnesses who accused her, but eventually he decided to challenge
her. She protested her fidelity, and he asked her to undergo a test, by
plunging her arm in the water of a well. As soon as she did so, the water
began to boil, and he knew he was cuckolded. Rather than kill her on the
spot, according to his right, he retired from her company to another of
his castles. The wife then plotted with her lover to kill Gengulf, and
he was duly assaulted and hacked to pieces.
Gengulf is the protector against marital infidelity and unhappiness in
Though they were happy being
bride and groom,
They fit together like a knife and spoon.
Now theres yelling and tears
And the grinding of gears
As theyre driving the hearse
Of love in reverse
And the violence flares
Of fighting upstairs.
Once I could hear him love
With a feeling;
Now only harsh words come down
Through the ceiling.
Once I could hear someone moan-
ing My darling;
Now we turn our music loud
To cover their snarling.
She used to think he had a
touch of class,
He used to think she had the cutest arse.
Nows there trouble in store
Behind their bedroom door
And the life that they share
Takes the shape of a pear
And two grizzly bears
Are fighting upstairs.
Once there was sweetness and
In their kitchen;
Now in the shadows they write
Once when she woke up shed bring
In some breakfast;
Now when she wakes up she thinks
Of breaking his neck first.
I hope the neighbours underneath
Will never hear us beating loves retreat.
God make the virus
Of discord pass by us,
Cause theyve struck the mismatch
And the whole block could catch.
So were sending up prayers:
Stop fighting upstairs.
and music by The Children,
from Rockingham Street
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