The Gathering Thistle Alley The Leaving High

Side 1
Side 2
Perfume River
High Wood
Crucifix Corner
The Gathering
There were no sirens, I heard no alarms,
Chill, break of day, a light frost thawing,
In the cornfields speckled poppies glow in a twilight, moving shadows,
The newspaper headlines were big and bold; our country was going to war,
A storm of fire and metal tears the wood asunder,
Farewell to our homes and our families,
This situation has somehow got completely out of hand
Sun, pale and grey, a spectral morning,
From the High Wood the reaper walks, a harvest to be gathered,
To fight for the freedom of nationhood, to defend us from invading hordes,
Shatters stumps of scorched and splintered trees,
Farewell to the lives we once knew
It’s no illusion; it’s not a dream,
Tractors crawl, horsepower straining, carve the earth the ploughshares turning
The skylark’s solo fateful cry, the hares alert now scattered,
The general pointed with steely glare, delivered the rallying call,
Cowering in the mud within the roots, incessant thunder
Farewell to our youth and our innocence
My eyes are open and all is as appears,
The sod that hides where dead men lie, the lost and fallen of wars gone by
The pheasant raised by beating drums in a field prepared for battle
We signed off our lives with a stroke of a pen, joined our pals in the line
Tormented shredded souls are torn apart
We marched to a brave new world
It’s a perfect nightmare; it’s a perfect nightmare,
Gathering the iron harvest reminders of their bloody madness
In an imperfect world
The orders raised at crack of dawn, the regiment made ready then stood the day
Deep beneath the surface the chalk yields to the chisels,
Whose bones in furrows sometimes rise to plead to be identified
beneath a sun, impatient for their calling,
From the towns and the cities we came, from the fields and the countryside,
bloodied fingers tear the face away,
I missed the wake up, slept through the dawn,
To join the ranks of comrade soldiers buried beneath the bleached white crosses
And now’s the time and now’s the hour and now’s the chance for glory
the mines and the factories
Hollowing the chambers along dark stygian tunnels,
Bass - SV
Electric guitars, acoustic guitars - RB
Piano, organ - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
The world’s a stage but I’ve declared these curtains drawn
Names and numbers cut in stone, the regiment they called their home,
The clarion call, the bugles send the lancers from Crucifix Corner
Volunteers on the square, labourers and unemployed, clerks and delivery boys
hooded candles light the spectres way
Behind the fourth wall, behind the scenes
The age they reached the day they died, their memory is all that does survive
A discarded fading flower on the soporific, sensual perfume river
The melody of pounding hooves, their harnesses a jangling,
In tended graves they rest in peace their battle finally over
and up the line the squadrons move a dark parade assembling
The rolling trembling thunder rides the ridge of Bazentin
Light horse crossing heavy ground, trembling trepidation, the steaming flanks the
Detonations scatter clouds of crows
nervous hearts require no more motivation,
(Dick/Vantsis)
The perfect nightmare; escape the perfect nightmare, dream the perfect world,
I close my mind in soft surrender, in quiet resignation take the lies,
I lock the door,
I lock the door
I junk the mail, I never open letters,
programme numbers that I know I’ll never call
Collect addresses of friends who’ll soon be strangers,
Message pending, I know just what it says, should I accept another lie?
I swallow all the lies
I live the lie
There are places that I know that I will never see
Those to which I’d never gone before,
The horror stalks my vision and the cries ring in my ears,
I am helpless,
I am not brave,
I am alone
I wander the dark alleys of the citadel,
Deserted shops and empty houses mark my way,
Bullet holes in stuccoed walls are testimony to the voices disappeared
within the fear
Take me away to the Perfume River; carry me down to the Perfume River
Set me adrift on a well stocked open boat
Show me the way to the Perfume River, send me away down the Perfume River
Pour that sweet, sweet liquor down my throat
Fire breathing dragons swarm in sweltering skies,
Spewing flame on innocents below
Charred and brittle corpses, blackened evidence,
I am enraged,
I am afraid,
I am forlorn
The ashes of wise pages fly from libraries,
Tumble in the clouds of smoke and flies
To lie as dust in corners of dark palaces,
the fetid smell of revolution haunts the air
Take me away to the Perfume River; carry me down to the Perfume River
Set me adrift on a well stocked open boat
Show me the way to the Perfume River, send me away down the Perfume River
Pour that sweet, sweet liquor down my throat
Carry me down to the Perfume River, hold me down in the Perfume River
(Dick/Paterson)
The treeline offers refuge to the wide eyed startled deer
(Dick/Paterson)
They thread their way cross valley floors through shell holes and the fallen,
Launch, plunging through the bracken
impending threats their sabres drawn, fleeting prayers by Crucifix Corner
they head into the shadows of the High Wood
Where spent men rise and the wounded cheer at the sight of their salvation,
The oaks majestic standing proud and tall
Holding their position on a landscape lost in time
The roots dug in the sore contested ground
The gnarled and twisted timbers
betray the battle scars of yore
The wood will rise, the wood will fall,
the circle is unbroken,
The wounds will heal in rings of time,
The circle is unbroken
Half buried in the forest floor decay
Broken rusting weaponry beneath the fallen leaves
The shells that failed still hold their deadly load
Dormant in the undergrowth their promise only stalled
The wood will rise, the wood will fall, the circle is unbroken,
the wounds will heal in rings of time,
The circle is unbroken
The wood will rise, the wood will fall, the circle is unbroken,
the wounds will heal in rings of time,
The circle is unbroken
In the darkness of the High Wood it’s so dense I can hardly breathe,
a stark and muffled silence
I stand alone amongst the trees
Are they ghosts or moving shadows, are they spirits gone before?
Are these the restless souls still wandering,
the ones that were forsaken
in the High Wood
Fretless bass, Bass - SV
Electric guitars, acoustic guitars - RB
Piano, organ, backing vocals - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
The hopes and prayers for the breakthrough
promised this conflict will soon be over
Leaping hedges, rusting broken wire, through a maze of desperate trenches,
all around the world explodes as the barrage gains momentum
Shells gouge dark the golden fields, fresh graves formed in craters;
the shrapnel’s jagged deadly thorns tear troopers from their chargers
Through this wall of smoke and flame this lethal iron curtain,
to gain the slope, the woods beyond, where hunting will be certain
I’ve seen you through these bloody days and I’ll see you through another,
I promise you we will meet again in the shade of crucifix corner
Like game that’s flushed from standing corn exposed now in the open,
driven on a tide of fear, outrun, the ranks are broken
Some are stuck with piercing lance others slashed by sabre,
a primal fear engulfs this ancient terror, chill surrender
And now’s the time and now’s the hour and now’s the chance for glory
We’ll carry the field and the ridge beyond and break these lines before us
We’ll charge into the open ground to the valleys barely yonder
They’ll remember when we took the day
when we passed through Crucifix Corner
(Dick/Paterson)
We took the King’s shilling with pride
Skirling pipes charge the air, raising the cheering crowd,
casting out any doubts
Victory will soon be assured,
we know God’s on our side at the heart of the gathering
Farewell to our homes and our families,
Farewell to the lives we once knew
Farewell to our youth and our innocence
We marched off with the band to the promise of a brave new world
And I’ll write you a letter each passing day and I’ll cherish your every reply
I’ll tie them with ribbons and Flanders lace; hold them close to my heart
in a sweet embrace
Tell the children that I shall return
laden with medals and dripping with garlands
We’ll sit by the banks of the Tyne
and I’ll regale you with stories of honour and glory
We’ll make up for all the lost time, jig to the fiddles,
and weave the White Willow
In the evening like ferns we’ll entwine,
our bodies surrender we give to the gathering
I’ll long for my home and my family,
I will long for the life I once knew
I’ll long for my youth and my innocence
I’ll long for a brave new world
In the holds of the ships out of training camps
From the railheads to trudge open roads
Shouldered rifles on heavy souls
Our fears will add to our load
Dragons crawl the ridges towards the spires on new horizons
Ploughing through the charnel pits and gore,
The spawn of death’s invention, a victory their burden
The promise stalls and wallows in the mire,
High above the stage, a chorus of dark angels, a circus joins the theatre of war,
The props are in position, fuses primed and ready; the wires pulse the signal
cue the mine exploding
The graves are opening
The dead they are rising, fear haunted faces, gaunt and grey,
Ghosts are gathering, the Danse Macabre, the hellish fray
Heaven above Thistle Alley below
Whistles are blowing, the maxims are waiting
To carve the flesh, shatter skulls and crush the bone
Guns stuttering relentless rake the lines,
The gas that whispers in the confines of the trenches
To choke the life of those who dare to hide
Heaven above, Thistle Alley below
Motionless survivors bloody on the killing floor,
praying for the darkness to return,
Praying for the darkness to return
and hide the graves of the living
Bass, treated electric guitar, loops, synth pads, programming - SV
Electric guitars, acoustic guitars - RB
Piano, organ, synth pads - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
The Leaving
Other Side of Me
(Dick/Vantsis/Boult)
When the zephyrs pulse the sails I take the tiller in my fingers,
Feluccas dancing, flirting on the swollen Nile,
Slowly touch the distance the meniscus of horizon a shimmering mirage
across the desert sands
I follow silken threads in coral caves in soft suspension,
Blades of torches scything through the stagnant gloom,
Life’s breath escapes like mercury, swarming to the ceiling
Silver serpents tunnel shadows to another room
I sensed someone there, I turned around, it wasn’t you
I couldn’t recognise at first just who it was, it had been a while
It seems crazy after all that has been said and done,
I took a vow that we would never walk alone,
But here I am, eye to eye and face to face with the other side of me
Where the doorways tempt my intrigue with another key of sunlight,
I am not afraid,
I nurse a steady heartbeat; the currency of breathing pays my way
toward new openings, In a life I used to know before,
First person singular, me, myself, I
First person singular, no tears left to cry,
I’m smiling deep inside, first person singular
I wander through the archways of green and lush cathedrals,
barefoot on soft needles on the forest floor,
Awake inside a daydream, sombre meditation,
I only hear the whisper of the falling leaves
(Dick/Paterson/Boult)
It seems crazy after all that has been said and done,
Farewell to our homes and our families,
In the gnawing bite of winter; the winds, bone chilling, howl
I took a vow that we would never walk alone,
Farewell to the lives we once knew
Pale skies of swirling snowflakes lay a shroud upon the ground
So here I am, eye to eye and face to face with the other side of me
Farewell to our youth and our innocence
In the cornfields ripening corpses sweet in a sunrise moving shadows,
To a scarred and shattered landscape some brief dignity is shown
First person singular, me, myself, I
We marched off with the band,
From the High Wood the reaper walked to a harvest duly gathered,
Where the dead remain unburied on the dark and blood-stained earth
First person singular, no tears left to cry,
pals in battalions to the promise of a brave new world
The skylark’s solo mournful cry above spirits torn and tattered,
The fronts inch slowly forward the battalions follow on
I’m smiling deep inside, first person singular
Joining the gathering, pals in battalions to fight for a brave new world
In a new dawn the whistle blows on a field prepared for battle
Pals in battalions, we took the King’s shilling and paid for a brave new world
The new blood marches to the Caissons song
I lay on Table Mountain gazing down on endless ocean
Bass - SV
Electric guitars, acoustic guitars - RB
Piano, organ, synth pads, backing vocals - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
Strangers fill the spaces join the beleaguered rank and file
and I knew deep in my soul that I was not alone,
Fretless bass - SV
Electric guitars, acoustic guitars - RB
Piano, organ - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
Trumpet - John Sampson
Flugelhorn - Finlay Hetherington
Trombone - Fiona Lund
Tuba - Stuart Watson
Resigned to further battles further up the line,
Heightened by the freedom of this new realisation,
But the ground will be retaken, the offensives bogging down
the sun rose to the heavens through the crack of dawn
Countering attacks they stall and fail
I sensed someone there, I turned around, it wasn’t you
The stalemate still continued and the guns still took their toll
I couldn’t recognise at first just who it was, it had been a while
And the generals counted casualties as the soldiers vainly fell
It seems crazy after all that has been said and done,
Thistle Alley
It had to end, the armies broken
I took a vow that we would never walk alone,
And then the darkness stole the day
Our hopes were dashed the charge was broken
Those who survived returned to Crucifix Corner
One side had lost but who had won
So here I am, eye to eye and face to face with the other side of me
(Dick/Vantsis/Boult)
The ravaged land, the decimation
Rockets are flying, signal distress over no man’s land,
So hard to bear, the loss and pain
With hopes they are fading, splutter and die in a leaden sky,
The men returned, the war was over
The wounded resignation, the corpses on the wire,
The truth I don’t want to know
The bells rang out, a country cheered
Bass, string pads - SV
Electric guitars, acoustic guitars - RB
Piano, organ, synth pads - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
Aidan O’Rourke - Violin
a frozen tableaux flickers in the light
Behind their eyes they stored the horrors
Bass, loops, synth & string pads, programming - SV
Electric guitar, acoustic guitar, additional drum loops - RB
Piano, organ, pads - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
Bagpipe & vocal samples from ‘Sergeant MacKenzie’ courtesy
Joe Kilna MacKenzie and ‘Clann An Drumma’
Flares are falling, chasing the shadows, nervous eyes, huddled in silence,
Behind their smiles they hid their fears
Hugging the earth, biding time
The medals and the honours were handed out to those who served
Motionless as spiders caught out on a killing floor,
The letters of condolences were kept
muffled picks and shovels hold their still,
Reminding generations of the sacrifices made
Praying for the darkness to return and hide the graves they are opening,
The suffering and the torment of the men most never knew,
the graves they are digging
lest we forget
Where I’ll drown my sorrows, let me lie in hope
Push me away down the Perfume River
to the swirls and eddies of the Perfume River
In these dark and muddied waters just let me float
Side 3
Side 4
A Feast of Consequences
The Great Unravelling
Perfume River
All loved up, I’m all loved up
He met her; she had me, spiralling ribbons, cut the cord away
Don’t need no money I got credit cards,
The twists of life the knots of dreams, this was before the great unravelling
A Feast of Consequences
a deck of plastic I ride to the max, till meltdown, then I got parents
In time no strings attached so wild and free,
Because they owe me they can never refuse,
No ties to bind, a world before us
I don’t feel guilty they shouldn’t really have had me,
We threaded hopes within the tapestries we wove
(Dick/Vantsis/Boult)
(Dick/Vantsis/Boult)
I tear a page from the book of faces,
Throw your letters in an open fire,
I couldn’t say that I still despise you
But I’m finding it hard to not to
After all that was said not done it’s time this thing was over
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Fooled ourselves in our own disguises
The stars are fading, ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The seeds that we sow today
We were running out of pills, running out of smoke,
The bread we have broken, the wine we drank from tarnished cups,
The loose ends we tie and nurture
running out of fine white wines,
And I stopped believing in miracles a long long time ago,
The threads that we spin and weave
We were running out of road, running out of fuel,
I lost my faith and I sacrificed my soul,
To uncertain futures we usher them into the light
running out of places to hide,
I worshipped fallen idols, chased false prophets to an end,
Into the light, into the light
It’s a feast of consequences
To where I just can’t see the beautiful any more
Imprint the knowledge, pass the message on
Facing up to a feast of consequences
The ice retreating, mountains exposed in the sun,
I know I have to let you go
Bearing down on a feast of consequences
The earth is baking, raindrops precede the floods
One day I have to say goodbye
It looks like we’re dining alone
And hurricanes with children’s names write our history
I know that I will have to leave and give up to the light
Table for one for a word drunk poet,
Signatures tracked by satellites on high,
Into the light
Losing my mind in a dancing flame,
We should have talked about the weather a bit more seriously,
It kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining
More than stocks and shares and corporate wares,
It just wouldn’t let me go
We were blinded by the sceptics and their greed
Bass, treated electric guitar, loops, synth pads, programming - SV
Electric guitars, acoustic guitars, guitar effects pad - RB
Piano, organ, synth pads - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
We played our roles in this grand design
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We were running out of time, running out of space, running out of tomorrows
I howled and I cried when the melody died, the song was finally over,
If we only knew then what we know now would we have changed our minds,
There was nothing to say, words stole away, their meaning lost in the ether,
It was all about time we faced the feast of consequences
What there was left stopped making sense, a broken up alphabet,
The oceans are rising, islands in time disappear,
Bass - SV
Electric guitars, acoustic guitars - RB
Piano, organ, synth pads - FP
Drums, percussion - GG
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I’m all loved up
The canyons burning, forests consumed by the flames,
Wildfires rage across the plains to be starved by barren soil,
Deserted farms where seeds refuse to grow,
I close my eyes to cloudless skies I dream of what we had before,
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Recorded live in Karlsruhe - Substage, 25th October 2013
All music published by
Fishy Music Ltd / Copyright control 2014
All lyrics Derek W. Dick/Fish
Album Copyright Derek W. Dick /
The Chocolate Frog Record Company P & C 2014
Design by Mark Wilkinson
Illustrations/photography
by Mark Wilkinson & Julie Wilkinson
Additional photography by Derek William Dick.
Main photo portrait of Fish
by Juergen Spachmann.
All imagery © 2014
Fish - Lead vocals
Steve Vantsis - Bass
Robin Boult - Guitars
Foss Paterson - Keyboards
Gavin Griffiths - Drums
Strings on ‘High Wood’, ‘The Leaving’ and
‘The Great Unravelling’
arranged by Egbert Derix
Recorded by Arno op den Camp
for Kerani-Music, Limburg, The Netherlands
Strings:
Gosia Loboda - first violin
Alina-Lin Merx-Jong - second violin
Linda Slakhorst-Custers - viola
Tanja Derwahl - cello
Pre production on Perfume River/All Loved Up/A Feast Of Consequences
High Wood/Thistle Alley/Other Side Of Me/The Great Unravelling
By Steve Vantsis
Signed prints are available
from Mark Wilkinson
see www.the-masque.com for details.
Also available from fishheadsclub.com - the special edition
of A Feast of Consequences featuring the album, bonus DVD
& 100 Page hard-back book featuring full artwork.
Thanks to Ron Locke @ GP Acoustics (UK) Ltd & KEF for LS50 studio
monitoring speakers, Jessica Bryner, Mario Van Helden, Christian Stahl
& Behringer for the Powerplay P-16 personal monitor systems.
Alastair Reid and ‘Clann an Drumma’ for
allowing us to sample ‘Sgt MacKenzie’.
Joe’s and Charles’ memory lives on.
Steve Vantsis would like to thank; Helen & Calvin for tolerating his
arrested development, PJ Rubal at Spector Basses, Barry Moorhouse at
The Bass Centre & Dave Stewart for drum programming at demo stage.
Special thanks to Mark and Julie Wilkinson for their incredible friendship,
immense patience, trust, creativity and vision with this project.
John ‘Q’ Reid for masterminding the electronic back room and comms,
Elspeth Laidlaw and Gregor Firth for moving mountains every day.
Liz Troy Antwi for adding her beautiful eternal magic to the mix.
Simon, Cij, Cerys and Sammi Moston for pulling back the curtain and
reintroducing me to my grandfathers and a history I will never forget
and that will continue to inspire me.
Kelvin Boys ‘Yatta’ Yates for being flying circus master and best big shoulder.
Frank Usher for being Frank and always a best friend.
Shaun Rogers (FTC), Mark ‘McKinty’ Gordon
and Angus Fearful for helping us on the nursery stages.
Rob Ayling for biz counselling.
Sandy Fearful, Simon Hartley and all at Razamataz for supportive haberdashery.
Andy Higgins at MPO for tactile realisation.
I just can’t hear the beautiful any more
Can’t ignore this feast of consequences
Blind To The Beautiful
Pre production on High Wood/Crucifix Corner/The Gathering/The Leaving
By Foss Paterson
language dispersed
Can’t walk away from this feast of consequences,
(Dick/Vantsis/Boult)
All female backing vocals
by Elisabeth Troy Antwi
I just can’t see the beautiful any more; I just can’t see the beautiful any more
We were running out of World, running out of hope, running out of resources
(Dick/Vantsis)
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Album engineered
and recorded by Calum Malcolm
Arranged, mixed, produced
and mastered by Calum Malcolm
Mark and everyone at the Gig Cartel for giving me the 4th wall.
To Steve, Foss, Robin, Gavin and Calum. You all played an enormous part in
making this happen. Thanks for believing in me and trusting my never ending
cunning plans. Your contribution was immense and I am forever grateful for
your friendship and musicianship!
And to all of you out there who supported this album from its early stages, who
believed in what I was doing, held your patience and trusted me to deliver; you
helped lay the tables for a feast of consequences. Without you championing me
this doesn’t happen.
Huge sincere thanks from my heart!
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Very special thanks to my family, especially my daughter Tara who kept me
focused on the light in the middle of the unravelling and to my girlfriend Simone
for all her love and patience, who provided sanctuary on the balcony, calmed
the bear, inspired the writer and tied all the loose ends together. x
This album is dedicated to my mother and father, Robert and Isabella Dick,
to my grandfathers; William Dick and William Paterson and to all those fallen,
missing and wounded in the Great War 1914 - 1918
Lest We Forget
For general information about Fish you can visit his official website
fishheadsclub.com where you can find blogs, tour dates, videos, downloads,
merchandise and up to date news on what he is up to.
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please contact sales@fish-thecompany.com
For enquiries about touring availability and booking enquiries
please contact Kelvin Boys ‘Yatta’ Yates yatta1@btinternet.com