Gallows

It was just before the moon hung Her weary, heavy hating the gallows and the graves hold the milky, milky cradle His tears have turned to poppies shimmer in the midnight Flower in the twilight a Flower in the twilight

And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow

They took him to the gallows, He fought them all the way though, And When they asked us how we knew his name We died just before him our eyes are in the flowers our hands are in the branches our voices in the breezes

And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree

We're waiting by the willow our milky, milky cradle our lockets long have rusted his picture worn and weathered our hair is in the garden our voices in mitosis our wombs are in the blossoms our arms are in the branches

And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow tree

And our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow

I don't know the circumstances, but it sounds to me like a group of some sort went to take a man to punish him with death for something (maybe he's a criminal or they think he is, anyways). His daughters (or schizophrenic daughter) saw them taking him away and started screaming, and the people found out they were his daughters so they shot them. the talk about the tree is I think just their ghosts remaining in the trees (maybe they lived in a forest) it makes me think of early america, perhaps salem, personally. something about cocorosie always says witchcraft XD

the new video goes nicely with the story the song is telling. i love it!

I think that this song is about their (Sierra's and Bianca's) relationship to Antony Hegarty from Antony and the Johnsons

it was just before the moon hung her weary, heavy hating the gallows and the graves hold the milky, milky cradle his tears HAVE TURNED TO poppies a shimmer in the midnight a flower in the twilight a flower in the twilight

and I was screaming it's in his screaming I was screaming near the willow

they took him to the gallows, he fought them all the way though and when they asked us how we knew his name we died just before him her eyes are in the flowers her hands are in the branches her voice is in the breezes

and I was screaming it's in his screaming I was screaming near the willow trees

we're waiting by the willow her milky, milky cradle her lock it's long and roasted HIS PICTURE WORN AND WEATHERED her hair is in the garden her voice is in the ? her RULES are in the blossoms her eyes are in the branches

and I was screaming it's in THIS screaming OUR screaming near the willow trees

I was screaming it's in his screaming I was screaming near the willow trees

it was just before the moon hung her weary heavy head in the gallows and the graves of the milky milky cradle his tears have turned to poppies a shimmer in the midnight a flower in the twilight a flower in the twilight and our screaming in his screaming our screaming in the willow they took him to the gallows he fought them all the way through and when they asked us how we knew his name we died just before him our eyes are in the flowers our hands are in the branches our voices in the breezes (and our screaming... we're waiting by the willow our milky milky cradle our lockets long have rusted his picture worn and weathered our hair is in the garden the roses in our toeses our ears are in the blossoms our eyes are in the branches

it was just before the moon hung her weary, heavy hating the gallows and the graves hold the milky, milky cradle his tears have turned to poppies a shimmer in the midnight a flower in the twilight

and her screaming is in his screaming her screaming in the willow

they took him to the gallows he fought them all the way though and when they asked us how we knew his name we died just before him her eyes are in the flowers her hands are in the branches her voice is in the breezes

and her screaming is in his screaming her screaming in the willow tree

we're waiting by the willow her milky, milky cradle her lock it's long and roasted his picture worn and weathered her hair is in the garden her roses in the toeses her rules are in the blossoms her eyes are in the branches

and her screaming is in his screaming her screaming in the willow tree

Its about a love that is so strong that when they (whether it be lovers or sisters) were going to lose the person they took it upon themselves to preform a ritual suicide in order to keep themselves together. the willow tree could represent a place or memory that is significant to the individuals, a place that they felt safe and comfortable with, where they knew they would be reuinited in the afterlife.

*Her locket's long and rusted. Her voice is in the donkey's ears.

Somebody was killed in front of a crowd, maybe they thought he was a criminal or wizard, or maybe he was being sacrificed by witches. His corpse fed the soil and the flowers/trees that were above his grave. He might be haunting the location due to the trauma of his death because it was related to magic.