Sunday 12 August 2012

The Furrier's Lament and Midnight Melody

Furrier's Lament
I'm in Broadstairs this weekend at the Folk Festival and met Chris Rusbridge an excellent singer and performer with Apple of my Eye. He sung this song at a folk club slot I was playing saying that his band felt that it was a touch too miserable to go in their sets, however he presented such a beautifully crafted song that I just had to get a recording of it for the blog. In conversation Chris said that:

"This song is called the 'Furrier's Lament' as the first line refers to a man who collects furs that he's trapped in the woods although on the other hand the first line of the chorus is 'Oh bring me the rags' so maybe that should be the title... maybe it's really a song that doesn't need a name, maybe it's a song that just needs to be adopted and the people can call it what they will"

Ch: Oh bring the rags
Oh bring me the wood
Oh bring me the light if you'll darling
My purpose is good

I brought home furs that I caught in the woods
I wrapped us so warmly and well
And what was left over I took it in armfuls
And baskets to market to sell
And in the evening we roasted the nuts that you'd gathered
And you got out your violin
Friends would come over and we'd sit and laugh
But after they'd left
The sadness set in

Ch:

My purpose is not to cause injury darling
My purpose is not to cause pain
But I know that you know that I mean when I say
That I won't start over again
And in the evening we roasted the nuts that you'd gathered
And you got out your violin
Your friends would come over and we'd sit and laugh
But after they'd left
The sadness set in

Ch:

It was on Sunday evening when I'd finished working
I stopped in the pub for a beer
The landlord's son was telling some wild story
And I went over to hear
How in days long gone past they would light up the bonfire
To warn all the boats from the shore
And I thought of you all alone in the dark
And I'm sorry my darling
I wanted more

Ch:

This house on the hill for too many years has silently stood


Midnight Melody

Later on I met up with Gren Bartley, an excellent singer and guitarist who has embarked on his own song a week project called 'Sketches' a series of songs that needed a home that are available as free downloads from his Soundcloud page:

"This song is about the things that we sometimes miss out on due to our decisions. A meteor shower took place last night but due to unforseen drinking (thanks Tim) I was still asleep at daybreak. These things happen regularly in the life of a musician!"

Tim

We also videoed the piece as well as some of the... creative process! 

I coveted the morning's broken spell
Let the chorus sing you its truths
Too long I've missed the sky
That brings the first light
La de la...

The rug was pulled from under the feet of the night
Sending it right back home
This midnight melody
Does not belong to me
La de la...

Ch: The breeze that swept from overseas
Howled in empty bottles of beer
Well, they sang all night
Love you should have heard them sing

The road was kind of dusty I couldn't walk
Half as tall as I'd have liked
The stars were kinder to my skin
Then the sun could ever have been
la de la...

Perhaps I'll break the back of the journey, I'm hitching a lift
Some midnight shift humming I'm home
Has there been something going on
I'm entirely separate from?
La de la...

Ch:

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