Thanks to Mara for sponsorting the March of the Rabbit

A song about rabbits would have seemed a logical inclusion on "Myxomatosis Failed," or "Myxomatosis Took Its Toll," but it was not to be. Instead it will wind up on a CD that may have no rabbit allusions in its title whatsoever. This is the cryptic, Watership-Down-in-Hell story of bunnies at war in the city streets.

About the Song

"The March of the Rabbit has long been one of my favourite songs that I've ever written. My favourite recording of it still HAS to be the one from 'the Grave' which was recorded during a Grave shift on a 4-track. It features ringing phones, slamming doors, walkie talkies and vocals partially recorded through a telephone."

-rob

Lyrics

frightnened beyond belief
it had no mind
the rabbit brought itself to bear
on his whitened eye
it focused, grew in numbers
multiplied keep them running,
we keep them running

we focused on his head
his brain was reeling
it's all too real
gunshot spoke
focussed on his lack of mind
he came dying,
we helped him die.

frustrated beyond belief
the knife blade it simply went to deep
the rabbit¹s eyes rolled
the burrows were flooding
and heads were rolling,
or about to roll
the alleys were flooding
and I've just about reached that point

"the city burns to-night!" I cried
paws at my side
I'm lying soiled here on my side
glamour worn to skin
I am all that's left of sin
and I have lost my fight

taking the great white tower
wasn¹t as easy as it looked
their man kept leaping back
their man kept leaping back
his eyes were full of doubt
and his teeth were full of rage
and he came flying he came flying from so high

it was a grey day
much greyer than you might think
the heat was too much
they all dropped theycouldn't take the heat
the rabbit¹s dropped like rabbits
and you know they dropped like flies
but we kept them coming
"the city burns to-night"
I cried paws at my side
I was lying soiled on my side
I've been left for dead more than once
I've lost my head
and I have lost my fight

the march of the rabbit took too long
satisfaction was guarenteed
they marched too long
they starved too long
they left the rabbit to the dead
they were lying rotting on their sides
they all left their skulls
they still line that road
they still line that road

the cross I bear
is too much to bear
I fear I hear
it all falling through
we are watching
we are watching
with our bright pink eyes
frightened beyond belief
it multiplied
heads were rolling
and you know we dropped like flies
we burned the tower down
we burned the tower down
we burned the tower down
we burned the tower down

"the city burns to-night!"
I cried paws at my side
I was lying soiled on my side
glamour worn to skin
I am all that¹s left of sin
and I won't lose this fight

© rob hinkal