The album is raw and aching. Such power, pain and damage. Standing definately facing ageing, loneliness and death and the anticipation of what’s to come Marianne does so with grace and honesty and one cant help but feel this might be her final farewell.
I’m known by many different names,
My good friend Will calls me Puck and Robin Goodfellow,
I follow the Gypsy Faerie Queen
And I follow the Gypsy Faerie Queen
She walks the length and breadth of England,
Singing her song, using her wand,
To help and heal the land and the creatures on it,
She’s dressed in rags of moleskin
and wears a crown of Rowan berries on her brow…
And I follow, follow, follow,
The Gypsy Faerie Queen,
We exist, exist, exist, exist,
in the twilight in-between.
She bears a blackthorn staff
To help her in her walking,
I only listen to her sing,
But I never hear her talking anymore,
Though once she did,
Though once she did…
And I follow, follow, follow
My Gypsy Faerie Queen,
We exist, exist, exist,
in the twilight in-between,
And I follow, follow, follow,
My Gypsy Faerie Queen,
We exist, exist, exist,
in the country in-between,
Me and my Gypsy Queen.
Written by Marianne Faithfull / Nick Cave
