Whether you have a hole in your sole, or hole in your soul, Emperor Penguin promise to make whole the toad in your hole.
Although Emperor Penguin were first to identify the hole in your soul, there have, as observed by the BBC radio show Round The Horne in 1965, been other times, other toads and other holes.
We salute one of the forgotten men of British science, Robert Capability Lackwind, the inventor of Toad in the Hole. Before Lackwind's creation burst upon an astonished world there was the Wookey Hole, the coal hole, and the Black Hole of Calcutta, which was claimed to have been invented by a Mr Singh of Rotherhithe. Nobody believed him because he used to claim all sorts of things, including that he was heir apparent to the throne of Lapland, and even on one occasion that he was Lily Langtry - a claim quickly discredited by a police doctor and Edward the Seventh. Holes there were aplenty but not a toad as far as the eye could see. Capability experimented with all kinds of crude toads, but people scoffed. "Look at his crude toad," they sneered. "It's a mockery."But he persevered with true British grit and in 1862 he produced the first gritty British sausage, or Lackwind's folly, as it was known. And the rest is history.
lyrics
Keep your blood cool in the mud pool
Give yourself to yourself, don’t be somebody’s fool
Stay in the dark and the weeds,
don’t stray where the stickleback leads
You don’t need what they need, use the ooze
Wrapped in the batter, behind over matter
Rolled in the crust like a toad in the hole
Dive in the deep end, dig out a new friend
Together you’ll weather the hole in your soul
Be a true friend, earn what you spend
Give your time til it hurts, it pays dividends
Tell me you know what I mean, pump up your kindness machine
Give your existence a hug, then spread it around
Scream to go faster, join in the laughter
Make sure there is no hole in your soul
Go kiss a Grandma, that’s what they’re there for
Give generously and do as you’re told
Cry like a baby, soak up the gravy
You’ve got to burn the coal in your soul
Give way to wonder, get out from under
You’ve got to earn the whole of your soul
WORK HARD, BE NICE, LOVE LIFE, LA LA LA LA
Open the latches, undo the catches
Can’t win a match unless you score a goal
Don’t let disaster damage the plaster
That is surrounding the whole of your soul
Celebrate babies, stop and smell daisies
You have to patch up the hole in your soul
Abandon your armour, examine your karma
Avoid the dirt when you’re digging for gold
Shout to the rafters in the hereafter
Build a cage round the hole in your soul
Amplify truth and locate the proof of
The universe breathing inside your soul
credits
from Soak Up The Gravy,
released January 10, 2020
Brass by The Smite Lazy Workers! Brass Band (Trumpets: James Aylmer Hall & Ed Smith; Cornet: Ruby Thorne; Logic Trumpets: Mikey Wilson)
supported by 10 fans who also own “Hole in Your Soul”
How does he do it?! Crikey and blimey! Once again, great, infectious, catchy songs and hooks from his seemingly endless stream of melodies. Gonna play the shit outta this one! Jennifer Jupiter