New song on Personal Geometry; Mortlake

https://soundcloud.com/allan-watson-1/sets/candy-seance-personal-geometry

I’m pleased to be on track 5, Mortlake, on Allan’s new album. A short interlude guitar/flute instrumental. I sent a little accompaniment via wav file across the seas to Scotland – well, several files, til we found one that sounded ok. My flute gets a little seasick, poor gal. Allan Watson’s new album, Personal Geometry, is finished- all fantastic songs. Soundcloud:

Mortlake, just outside London and on the Thames, is the home of Dr John Dee, scientist and advisor to Queen Elizabeth I.

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Nick Drake- 40 years since his death.

These tracks from a John Peel session are on an LP accompanying the new biography of Drake. A couple of these had been on Youtube already, but the last two- which include a flute player- are new. As a flutist, I’m really happy to hear these- and to imagine the studio session. I’d guessed Lyn Dobson or Ray Warleigh who played on Bryter Layter but according to Youtube notes the flutist is Iain Cameron. There must have been scads of flutists hanging around London then. I’m looking for a guitar player to perform the N.D. songs with flute parts, but still no luck- anyone? http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDDS-ylPBPufS1pNMTRpLKRbNzOZmfGXT

Autumn Leaves


I’ll be playing some flute tunes with this great guitarist soon- Mr. Mark Merriman! He’s performing at Angela’s in Athens August 22 at 7 pm. We will do a few Irish tunes, a couple of original numbers, and perhaps a jazz tune. I’m a lucky flutist!

My SoundCloud page

I’m putting some of my flute recordings with friends or on my own on SoundCloud. Click on the white/orange Play on SoundCloud link on the right of the picture to see all the tracks (as opposed to this viewer that only shows the first few.) Faves are The Comb Song, The Water and the Grain, The Lady of the Runes.

Abbey Tapes lyrics

On A Bad Day

Don’t know what you’ve got there but it sure ain’t a song
Feels like Patience Strong on a bad day
If you die tonight who has the last laugh
If that’s your epitaph, what can I say

Am I ever gonna see you again
I doubt it, I doubt it.
Are we ever gonna see you again
I doubt it, I doubt it.

Your lyrics suck and you can’t find a tune
reading Mills and Boon on the sofa
your soul got crushed underneath someone’s shoe
nothing left of you it’s all over

You said you knew what it was – like to be dead
Protest in bed now – you’re so tired
All you got cooking… – is Mother’s Pride
Your ticket to ride has expired

The Comb Song

Her father works with papers and with plans
Her mother see the world from caravans
I wish to God you had’na been born
Your hair’s a mess. Get it shorn. Get it shorn.
She sees herself in colours and ……….
She weighs her powers in her hand, in her hand
And then at last she starts to see
The time is here, she must break free

Never let them cut your hair or tell you where you’ve been
Or where you’re going to from here
Never let them cut your hair or tell you where you’ve been
Or where you’re going to from here

Comes the comb all wrapped in mystery
Let no-one say it wasnae meant to be
No-one knows how much it meant to her
This piece of Iron Age ephemera
She sees herself in colours and ……….
She weighs her powers in her hand, in her hand
She knows that now she’s on her own
This is a path you walk alone

And in the chamber of the dead forgotten voices her your head
For the night is growing colder now she feels it on her shoulder
Give up you fool there is no heat… the abyss opens up beneath her feet
The comb is ice it’s brittle-oh
She cannot hold it must let it go

Take Me To the River (Take Me 2)

Take me to the river – As it reaches the sea
Take me to the river – That’s where I wanna be
Sit me on a landing stage – Down by the riverside
Let me watch my troubles – Float out on the tide

Lonely water feels
Like a heart revealed
Holy water heals

Take me to the river – As it reaches the sea
Take me to the river – That’s where I wanna be
Take me out in a sailing boat – Toss me o’er the side
And watch my broken body – Float out on the tide.

Lonely water feels
Like a heart revealed
Holy water heals

Sweeter

Sweeter – than an apple from the tree
Fleeter – too quick for me to dream
Deeper – than the bottom of the sea
Clearer – no horizon stopping me
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on

Older – than a megalithic stone
Bolder – than a river rushing home
Smoulder – like ashes in a fire
Soldiers – marching with desire
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on

Sweeter than an apple from the tree
Fleeter – too quick for me to dream
Deeper than the bottom of the sea
Clearer – no horizon stopping me
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on
On and on and on and on and on – The song goes on

Dakota Blues

Cooling my heels in Strawberry fields, Can’t find no peace there
The night is breathless, Kirsty’s restless, she don’t care
No hope of solace or redemption in the air
Seven long years since I heard the news
I’m still waking in the night with the Dakota Blues

Taking the view down from the west seven two, I see his shadow
Salinger fan with a gun in his hand, a fucking saddo
He wants to be the star of someone else’s show
Seven long years since I heard the news
I’m still waking in the night with the Dakota Blues

Going where the madness beckons, diamonds in the sky
Arthur Ranker, Crown and Anchor, catcher of a lie

Imagine John was dead and gone, you never met him
He never knew, or thought of you, you won’t forget him
And in the evening he’ll come calling if you let him
Thirteen years since I heard the news
I’m still waking in the night with the Dakota Blues

The Ballad of Aelwyn Breadwinner

Aelwyn the dreamer came down from the mountain
His harp on his shoulder, His hopes for the future. All bright
But his footsteps are wary as darkness surrounds him
The sky is a curtain His heart is uncertain tonight

Out of the forest to play at the castle
That stands by the river. Comes Aelwyn the harper. Well met
By tables all laden with laughter and flattery
Wild boar and venison, Nothing is menacing. Yet.

And nobody notices, nobody listens – To Aelwyn the dreamer
Who sits in his corner, And sees the carnage That hides in the eyes of the Normans
Who lay off the wine
As they wait for a sign
…and he flees

Echoes of slaughter, the wine turns to water The water to blood
As he runs for the woods – And the hills, it isn’t –
The hack of a blade in his back
But the viper’s hiss Of a brother’s kiss …..that he feels

The Harp in fragments lies
A Warning to the wise
Under winter’s frozen cloak
They drag him to the oak

And the sky begins to pale
To the rip of flesh by nails
And the morning wakes in pain
As the mountain cracks again