1. Communication Breakdown
C. Herbertson
We shot him in the morning
The youngest kid in the war
Propaganda said deserter
The soldier boys weren’t sure
I had to phone somebody close to me
To talk these scenes from out of my head
When I got through to you
You had something to do
And you couldn’t hear a word I said
In our communication breakdown
Somewhere on the line
Communication breakdown
I think I’m going out of my mind
War declared on America
They say our boys are fighting back
There’s some talk around about a victory
But who gives a damn about that
We’ll steal a couple of guns
And shoot our way through the crowd
Sink a drink and fall in bed
And make beautiful love
Until the lights go out
And the radio goes dead
In the tallest tall building
I’ll meet you when they’re gone
And we’ll watch through broken windows
For the soldiers coming home
Don’t tell them where you’re going
The corpses on the street
They won’t listen to your stories
But they’ll see when I fall at your feet
In our communication breakdown
Somewhere on the line
Communication breakdown
Somewhere on the line
I think I’m going out of my mind
Because the soldiers ain’t coming home
Because nobody’s coming home
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; guitars, backing vocals and fiddle, Andrew Cadie[H1]
2. BFBS RADIO
C. Herbertson
Churches falling
Angels scowl
Crusaders in a foreign land
Gargoyles cry
The old priest lied
Cathedrals in the sand
Too brave to live
Too young to die
The stone walls understand
BFBS radio
R and R not long to go
Forces sweetheart cheerio
Daddy he is coming back
And we will wave a union jack
To welcome our hero home
Christmas bells
Heaven or Hell
Salaam or be damned
Auld lang syne
One last time
Hold my hand
A call to prayer
But who dares
Behold the man?
Apocalypse now
If Westminster allows
A green unpleasant land
Dressed to kill
But dancing still
To the military band
Too brave to live
Too young to die
Is this the Promised Land?
Piano, Matthias Keul; strings and bass melodica, Andrew Cadie
3. Lord Gregory
R. Burns
O mirk, mirk is the midnight hour,
And loud the tempests roar,
A waefu‘ wand’rer seeks thy tow’r,
Lord Greg’ry ope thy door.
An exile frae her father’s ha‘,
An a‘ for loving thee;
At least some pity on me shaw,
If love it may na be.
Lord Gregory, mind’st thou not the grove,
By bonnie Irvine-side,
Where first I own’d that virgin-love
I lang, lang had denied.
How often didst thou pledge and vow
Thou wouldst for aye be mine?
And my fond heart, itsel‘ sae true,
It ne’er mistrusted thine.
Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
And flinty is thy breast:
Thou dart of heav’n, that flashest by,
O wilt thou give me rest!
Ye mustering thunders from above,
Your willing victim see!
But spare, and pardon my false love
His wrongs to heav’n and me.
Guitar, Craig Herbertson; melodicas and fiddle, Andrew Dadie
4. Big Brother
C. Herbertson/Andrew Cadie
Bright stars in the sky shine on me
I’m still in the shade where I always will be
I’m not your lover. I’m not your friend
I’m you’re big brother. I’ll be there at the end.
Tell me you hate me. Tell it again
There’s no need to cry. There’s a pleasure in pain
Some walk the broadways. Some breathe in the air
I search for cobwebs when they’re not there
Time was I fooled you with the dregs of a smile
The warmth of your heart, the hollow child
Now it’s not over. It never began
Switch off your TV. The TV’s still on
Tell me you hate me. Tell it again
I’m deaf to your crying as the father of pain
Is the fever still burning, do your hands tremble still?
Are you blind to the moment, but seeing it all?
Are you watching the windows, are you dreading the stairs?
Has the sky overwhelmed you? Is there anyone there?
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; guitars, melodicas and trumpets, Andrew Cadie
5. Always Rains in England
C Herbertson
Dodging trains in Dortmund
Essen S-Bahn 8
And like a bike in Münster
Never going back
Step the streets of Bochum
Puppet man on show
And every German winter
Watch it snow, watch it snow
Reading cards and letters
On empty esplanades
Where the heart grows colder
Than the Eis Cafés
Always rains in England
Late Autumn leaves fall
Miss the rain in England
Miss you most of all
In Köln a statue’s standing
For tourists at the Dome
All waiting for a movement
From a man of stone
To the juggler back in England
Whose hoops can kiss the sky
To the lady playing violin
It’s an English lullaby
If you see a single snowflake
Blown from a foreign land
Place your warm hand on the window
Watch it thaw
While your fire is burning brightly
You stay close and warm inside
And if your winter heart is melting
I’ll be there
When English rains are over
And the snow is here to stay
Just like the ghost of Christmas
I’ll never go away.
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; picked guitar, Craig Herbertson; rhythm and lead guitar and trumpets, Andrew Cadie
6. The Lotus Blossom
C. Herbertson
Within the lotus blossom
There are dreams of man unknown
And everywhere you wander
There secrets shall be shown
A strange forgetful paradise
Whispering from corridors
The skulls of prophets loom
Shattered by their failures
And prophecies of doom
For mankind
The lonely race
And I have seen
A thousand sad white horses
Scattered on the shores of distant lands
In my dreams
Sad eyed mermaid children
Draw pictures in the sand
Portraits of a concept
No one understands
They fade away before your eyes
Mansions aged and crumbling
Shadows on the wall
You think that you have seen her
But she’s not there at all
Still you chase her echoed call
Guitar, Craig Herbertson; whispering, Andrew Cadie
7. Back Room Darling
C. Herbertson
And may I remind you
Some day you will find her
Walking down Rose Street
Or in some shady bar
That backroom darling
Swiftly disarming
Cool as the wind
On the Pentland hills
And if she tells you
That love is her reason
Please don’t believe her
She’s said it before
That West End baby
Never says maybe
Only says lay me
On the hotel floor
But if she stays
Isn’t life sweet?
A moment’s love
Is no defeat
So if she calls you
Or throws you a smile
Take her and use her
But don’t be beguiled
That back room darling
Has no prince charming
She’ll lay you out
In the heartache morgue
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; guitar and fiddle, Andrew Cadie
8. The Ghost of New Orleans
C. Herbertson
A street car named Desire
Lights the lights on the funeral pyre
Madame Duvall is not retired
She’s looting Brando’s Jeans
Top hat coat tail
Call the baron if all else fails
Death’s head and a banshee wail
On Mississippi steam
And is she the girl of your dreams
That sweet jazz queen
Pretty miss New Orleans
You can put her in a bottle for fifty cents
But don’t tell Evangeline
She’s a ghost of New Orleans
The Duck girl’s on the prowl
Voodoo chil’ starts to howl
On Bourbon street a Jazz band growls
The name of sweet Maxine
Sin city New Orleans
Ever fall in love with a burlesque queen
Ever Banjo Annie as she kissed Jim Beam
Y’all know what I mean
This ain’t Sesame Street
Here’s where the lost and lonely meet
Graveyards drowning at your feet
Sister Gertrude on a tambourine
And she sings….
Hallelujah….
Hallelujah….
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; fiddle, Andrew Cadie; guitar, Craig Herbertson
9. Song 18
C. Herbertson
Shall I compare you to a summer’s day?
You are more beautiful
The summer sun will burn and fade
Winds shake the darling buds of May
And everything will have its day
Changed by chance and passing time
Eternal summer you’ll remain
Remaining beautiful
Death can boast that you are his
All things in life he wills to claim
While men have eyes and they can see
While they walk and while they breathe
With these words I give to you
See this perfect summer’s day
You are more beautiful.
Guitar, Craig Herbertson
10. Candlelit Waltz
C. Herbertson/Matthias Keul
Evening falls, fumbles his bowtie
Laying a mantle to cloak the sun
Still hours, standing in darkness
Breathing the perfumed air
You, heavenly dancer
Stealing candlelight from the stars
Flickering flames,
They all were dancers,
Now lanterns brimming with oil
Awed by your beauty, owing their story,
to light hearted movement
Lady in waiting
Heavenly dancer, dancing on starlight
Awed by your beauty light hearted movement
Bride and groom, harlequin spangles
Moonborn magpies thieving the dawn
Love and light lost between darkness
Eclipsed by your sweet joy
Morning smiles through cinnamon rafters
To kiss the shadows deserting the halls
Here I stand in this mansion of memories
All the old things are gone
Piano, Matthias Keul; bass melodica, Andrew Cadie
11. Sunset
C. Herbertson
Cherie dreamt of Russian blood
Wearing art and rubber gloves
She kept a diary full of secret thoughts
Clandestine meetings but no one turned up
Tintoretto on the sloping crawl
Siamese cats in every hall
She had drawer full of babushka dolls
And through the mirror on her bedroom wall
She saw the Sun set
But she’d forget
And the artist in the room above
Always used to speak of love
But she’d forget
The hunchback moon would break his bones
To the thrill of God on her telephone
She kept her kitchen full of encaustic wax
So her icons and angels could never relax
Cherie prayed that love would grow
Like the flowers who spoke to the girl below
She built a Buglass on her window sill
Ephemeral art that couldn’t keep still
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; guitar, backing vocals, trumpets and strings, Andrew Cadie
12. Jesus will you Save me Now
Craig Herbertson
I was born in the Land of Cakes
Never heard of Tennessee
I never knew my father
And I guess he never knew me
My mammy worked hard to feed us
Cruel was the devil’s cure
The church wanted all of our money
But we stole it back for the poor
Jesus will you save me now
Jesus will you save me now
I ain’t been good but I ain’t been too bad
So Jesus will you save me now
At thirteen I was drinking whisky
At fifteen I played pool in bars
At sixteen I had my first woman
I missed out on fancy cars
There’s a drought in Arizona
There’s a flood in New Orleans
There’s soldiers dying out east
Who know what it all means
Guitar, Craig Herbertson
Recorded and mixed by Andrew Cadie at Wishing Well Studio, Weisenheim am Sand
http://www.andrewcadie.co.uk
except piano, recorded by Matthias Keul at Triple S studio, Cologne
http://www.matthiaskeul.de
Songs arrangements by Craig Herbertson except Communication Breakdown (fiddle tune, band arrangement), Winter (strings), Always Rains in England (brass) and Ghost of New Orleans (Band arrangement) Sunset (Band arrangement, strings, brass) by Andrew Cadie
Produced by Andrew Cadie
Communication Breakdown
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; guitars, backing vocals and fiddle, Andrew Cadie
Backroom Darling
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; guitar and fiddle, Andrew Cadie
The Lotus Blossom
Guitar, Craig Herbertson; whispering, Andrew Cadie
Thrill
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; guitar, backing vocals, trumpets and strings, Andrew Cadie
Jesus
Guitar, Craig Herbertson
Big Brother
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; guitars, melodicas and trumpets, Andrew Cadie
BFBS Radio
Piano, Matthias Keul; strings and bass melodica, Andrew Cadie
Ghost
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; fiddle, Andrew Cadie; guitar, Craig Herbertson (just lie!)
Lord Gregory
Guitar, Craig Herbertson; melodicas and fiddle, Andrew Cadie
Candlelit
Piano, Matthias Keul; bass melodica, Andrew Cadie
Song 18
Guitar, Craig Herbertson
Always Rains in England
Drums, Mark Bloomer; bass, Richard Waltner; picked guitar, Craig Herbertson; rhythm and lead guitar and trumpets, Andrew Cadie
Recording Credits:
Recorded and mixed by Andrew Cadie at Wishing Well Studio, Weisenheim am Sand
Except piano, recorded by Matthias Keul at …. studio, Cologne
Produced by Andrew Cadie