Who does what . . . Sarah Jones: Vocals, Guitars, Whispers Duncan Gibbs: Keyboards, Bass Guitar, Appalachian Dulcimer, Vocals, Autoharp, Dobro and Percussion
Dedications . . . Sarah With love for Gin who has never failed to support me or my music. To Duncan because we laugh so much and I love doing this with him. How lucky I am.
Duncan Thanks to Gin once again for her support (and meals!), Tegwynn for a Perfect Day and Joanne and Robert for the much needed exercise.
We would like to thank . . . Everyone who has come to the gigs, bought the albums (you!), written nice things about us, sent us pickies and letters, supported us and sang the songs.
Graham and Kelvin at City Music Birmingham, Sara and Elle at Nimbus Records/Wyastone and the guys and girls at Bose, Peavey and Allen and Heath for making great gear.
The choir of St Mary The Virgin, Ross on Wye and Ginny for singing on Dance and Dear Beloved. It was great fun!
Richard Bartram who made Sarahs four fabulous guitars and Duncans fabulous Appalachian Dulcimer. Richard can be contacted at www.richardbartram.com
And as ever Ginny, Kate and Sal for crewing, merchandising and mixing - and for being Ginny, Kate and Sal.
Rules of Recording 1 Recording Time is not rehearsal time 2 Metronomes may give perfect timing but they can make boring music 3 Day six is the proper day to re-record day ones work 4 The engineer is always right (except see rule 5) 5 The performer is always right 6 If the control room is silent and you cannot see the engineer, he may be sleeping 7 Markers are not insertion points 8 69 beats per minute is not the same as 74 beats per minute 9 Every musician needs an S-Filter 10 Everyone knows what a smidge is
Engineered by Duncan Gibbs. Produced by Duncan Gibbs and Sarah Jones. Recorded down among the Redwoods in Ross on Wye in October 2004 and January 2005.
photos by Duncan Gibbs art concept by sleep deprived duncan and sarah
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or write The Forge, Goodrich, Ross on Wye Herefordshire HR9 6HY
Other CDs available from Bluebearmusic Desire Lorna Bryant and Sarah Jones Freedom TALA
Check out the web site www.bluebearmusic.demon.co.uk These songs are made to sing. If you like them dont hesitate to sing them!
Waterline
Rainy days, Dirty haze, It sure gets you down, Nothing on, Its all gone, No hope in this town I lift my head above these dark and gloomy skies, Im looking hard to find a blessing in your eyes.
Lose or win, Sink or swim, You know Im just so borderline, Look at me, Cant you see, My head above the waterline
Demons dance, My last chance, Just went down the drain, White is black, Dont look back, Dont dare to complain I lift my hopes above these dark and gloomy skies, Im looking hard to find a blessing in your eyes.
Lose or win, Sink or swim, You know Im just so borderline, Look at me, Cant you see, My head above the waterline
I lift my hopes above these dark and gloomy skies, Im looking hard to find a new dawn on the rise.
Lose or win, Sink or swim, You know Im just so borderline, Look at me, Cant you see, My head above the waterline
Lose or win, Sink or swim, You know its just so borderline, The waters deep, Just trying to keep, My head above the waterline
Im looking at this house, Where weve lived for far too long, And after all these years, I dont think that I belong, Your love is cold and dry, We both know theres something wrong And I cant love forever, So Im leaving.
For too long now Ive waited, Though in truth I dont know why, Youve wasted all our chances, and now its do or die, But I cant stay here just rooted, and let love just pass me by, And I cant love forever, So Im leaving.
I believed in magic, but I didnt realise, The hunger that you had for me was needy in disguise, and it all got turned to dust, before our very eyes, And I cant love forever, So Im leaving.
Now I cant take this loving, down the barrel of a gun, You dont like my stillness, weve lost our sense of fun, We only get one lifetime, so when all is said and done, And I cant love forever, So Im leaving.
I can still remember, How the world once seemed to be, Creation and the heavens Were put there just for me. And I would never worry, Where the acid rain cloud blows, Until I got to walking, On this revolution road.
In a hundred years of progress, We have seen destructions birth, We have plundered our resources, And poisoned half the earth. We have made a living wasteland, Where the golden river flowed, We have thrown away our rubbish, On this revolution road.
How simple are the masters, How dreadful is the spell, How wicked is the mantra, That would damn us into hell. Well you might think Im crazy, But well reap what we have sowed, The one chance of redemption, Is this revolution road.
Once I lived for fortune, I counted up my store, But I kept getting poorer, Though I had more and more. I measured out my kindness, I took what I was owed, But I traded shares in mammon, For this revolution road.
Now you might think you know me, I still answer to my name, I look just like my picture, But I am not the same. I have no bond to tie me, I have no fixed abode, The Spirit leads me on, Down this revolution road.
I was born in the winter, Of sixty-nine, On the wrong side of town, At the end of the line, And I grew in a hurry, And I grew up mean, And you dont know, What my eyes seen.
Took a job in a factory, Down dead-end row, No point to living, Nowhere to go, Then a voice in my head, Said Let me see, Better run for your life, And set you free.
Took a train to the city, Took a bus to the street, Took the stairs to the basement, Took a chance on the beat, But the beat went missing, Long time ago, And where its living, I just dont know. Gotta hold onto something, Gotta trust and believe, But there aint nothing, That I cant leave, Gonna get up my courage, One long day, Gonna jump in the river Gonna wash me away.
Farewell, farewell we must be leaving, As on our way we all do roam. The moon and stars above are gleaming, And you and I must head for home.
Farewell, farewell dear lads and lasses, I wish you well, as eer I might, As round the cup of friendship passes, You warmed this minstrels heart tonight.
And as we turn from this communion, The light of friendship in our eye, We do resolve to keep the union, And meet again here, by and by.
Farewell, farewell, the journeys starting, Farewell I say theres much to do. For we have each the pain of parting, I raise my glass, Wassail to you.
He met her on a Monday, Just an ordinary day, And he couldnt quite believe it, When he saw her look his way. And when she walked on over, He thought his dreams were true, He thought it so, You never know.
But she gone, she gone.
She dressed up for the evening, In satin and in lace, And she looked just like an angel, With a smile upon her face. She hoped that love would save her, And take away her pain, She thought it could, She hoped it would.
But she gone, she gone.
He goes to church on Sunday, And offers up his praise. But she cut him and she bled him, In a hundred different ways. He asks for God to help him, Just a little mercy please, But God is not the only one, To bring him to his knees.
In the hard street, theres a pulse beat in my day, Theres a white heat, I am dead meat, thats ok, You can find me, walk behind me, In the street, You can call me and appal me, In the street.
In the cold space, there is one face in my room, There is no trace, its a sad case - silent womb, I can dream here, I can scheme here, In my room, I can fly here, I can die here, In my room.
In the half light, in the deep night of my mind, It is black white, theres a sharp bite that I find, I can make it, I can fake it, In my mind, I can make it, I can fake it, In my mind.
When will there be freedom, For the people of the earth? When will we remember, We are all of equal worth? When will come redemption, From the power and the lies? When will hands unite in friendship, And reach toward the skies?
When we live as sisters, brothers, When we act as kith and kin, , When your chances arent determined, By the colour of your skin. When theres justice for the silent, And weve broke the debt that ties, When the poor can stand rejoicing, Thats the day my soul will rise.
When we listen to each other, When we talk instead of fight, When loves our destination, And truth, our guiding light. When neighbour turns to neighbour, And respect is in their eyes, When our difference is celebrated, Thats the day my soul will rise.
When nation harbours nation, When the starving are all fed. When the missiles lie forgotten, And greed is surely dead. When our armies stand together, And no war planes in our skies, When the drums of peace are beating, Thats the day my soul will rise.
You cant hear it in the subway, You cant see it on the wall, You cant taste it in the water, You cant hear its footsteps fall. But you can feel it sit within you, Playing out its deadly game, And it loves the darkness in you, You will never be the same.
You can run but you cant lose it, You can hide but not for long, You can say that you are happy, But we can hear it in your song, Hear the crack of broken passion, Hear the rasp of grim despair, Love has gone right out of fashion, Disappeared into the air.
If Id never heard your voice love, If Id never seen your face, If Id never had you kiss me, I would know a better place, Restless is the spirit in me, Hear it howling through my frame, Tearing sinews deep within me, Calling out your very name.
Work like you really dont have to, Love like youve never been hurt, Dance like theres nobody watching Sing yourself clean when youre down in the dirt.
Ah your life is hard, The days are long, the nights are longer still. And yet you keep on going, Youre moved by love and grace and hope, An act of will.
Work like you really dont have to . . .
Oh it hurt you so, You gave your heart and it got broke in two. And though the memory hurts, You know that there is so much love, Inside of you.
Work like you really dont have to . . .
You worked your share, You paid your dues and all you got was strife, Yours is an heavy load, But that dont mean that you cant do, The dance of life.
