Revolutions

by The Bookshop Band

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    Revolutions is a limited edition, bespoke CD album package, individually numbered and printed on an old Heidelberg letterpress. It is the band's third album of 2012, and contains all the songs from Season Three at Mr Bs Emporium. Books written about include Patrick Ness' "A Monster Calls", Amanda Foreman's "A World On Fire", "Fists" & "The Break" by Pietro Grossi, and "Death and the Penguin" & "The Milkman in the Night" by Andrey Kurkov.

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released 01 June 2012

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The Bookshop Band Bath, UK

The Bookshop Band write songs inspired by books and play them in bookshops. They started as a collaboration between a group of musicians in Bath and their local independent bookshop, Mr B's Emporium. Now they are about to go on tour, sponsored by Vintage Books and Independent Booksellers Week, around other bookshops and lit fests. Catch them if you can. Details at www.thebookshopband.co.uk ... more

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Track Name: The life and times of Harriet Tubman
The life and times of Harriet Tubman

I’ll meet you in the morning
Sang Moses to her company
The promised land calls me
It’s death or liberty
An unknown, rail road,
Helped lead her from her home
We’ll sing with you, my dear
A coded farewell

This northern star
Took me
To a new country
This war has brought me
To new Liberty
So Moses now lived free
But thoughts of her, family
Which took her back, to the
Lost Southern, countries

I’ll sing to you we’re told
The underground railroad
Took the many un-free
To their liberty
I’ll sing to you we’re told
The underground railroad
Took the many un-free
To their liberty

Took the many un-free
To their liberty
Track Name: The Napier Ball
The Napier Ball


North and south will get together
It will be quite a show
Then a wild rose stands before me
I’ll tell you what I know

But now we dance together
At this last ball
Before you run to London
Looking for war

But our union’s swayed by silver
And the words you write
Golden coins could drag you under
Dressed in cotton for a fight

But now we dance together
At this last ball
Before you run to London
Looking for war

But now we dance together
At this last ball
Before you run to London
Looking for war
Track Name: Sit down
Sit Down


We’ll see if things are like you say
We’ll see when darkness comes to pass
When you’re freed from trials and rise above
We’ll see

Thank god the barriers were thin
Thank god that you were listening
They thought that he was here for good
Thank god

I recall now saying that you didn’t seem that sad
Who knew what you had to go through
When it ended
Well who’s glad?

We’ll see if you’re hiding from yourself
We’ll see who gathers all the wealth
We’ll see what comes to those who pray
We’ll see

Thank god my eyes have had a shock
Thank god you’ve opened up the lock
She’s safe a million miles away. Thank god

I recall now saying that you didn’t seem that sad
Who knew what you had to go through
When it ended
Well who’s glad?

Ooooh , Ooooh , Ooooh, Aaahh

We’ll see but only from outside
We’ll see who swallows up their pride
Sit down if you can find a seat
Sit down

Who knew what you had to go through
When it ended
Well who’s glad?
Track Name: For an ending
FOR AN ENDING

For a sunrise, you know
This is not what I
Had in mind. I’m…
Holding on to you but
Now my arms are getting
Tired, and my
Strength just won’t survive ---

For a story, you know
This is not what I
Thought I’d find
The worthy die young and their
Killer’s may survive
Being nice won’t save you, being
Honest means you won’t mind ---


Oooh oooh oooh oh

For an ending, you know
This is not what I
Had in mind
But for a moment there
I held on, then I
Let you go, and you
Let me go too.
Track Name: The boxer
The Boxer

Just a young boy standing in the fringes
Just a young boy tied to a ridged life
A quiet place in the corner
Made of structure and sacrifice

Just a young boy standing in the fringes
Just a young boy tied to a ridged life
A quiet place in the corner
You wouldn’t look twice
You wouldn’t look twice

But today he felt strange
And today looked aside
To follow the winds of change
Into another life

Of and his words they threw a punch
That broke his mothers wrath
His will it took a stance
That would not be held back

Just a young boy standing in the fringes
Just a young boy Tied to a ridged life
A quiet place in the corner
You wouldn’t look twice
You wouldn’t look twice

Till he found himself in the corner
With the world watching him dance
Till he found himself in the corner
With the world watching him dance

From the corner the young boy could see
And from the corner the young boy he flew
And from the corner of the ing he grew strong fists that
Broke the air in two

(Instrumental)

Just a young boy standing in the fringes
Just a young boy tied to a ridged life
A quiet place in the corner
You wouldn’t look twice
You wouldn’t look twice
You wouldn’t look twice
You wouldn’t look twice
Track Name: The straight line
For a long time
I’ve played the straight line
No danger
No stranger.

I don’t notice
Silent protest
Dreams of going east
Thoughts of heading west
What stops my feet?

Then these moments
First black as tar
Then clear to me
As I leave this bar
And these memories
Of laying down
The things that make
My world go round

Only now can I
Step of this train
Jump off the bus
Run back to us

How many times before
I change my ways
Safety reins
Throughout these days

Then these moments
First black as tar
Then clear to me
As I leave this bar
And these memories
Of laying down
The things that make
My world go round
Track Name: Fortunes never kind
FORTUNES NEVER KIND

I’m the author I want to be
I write about beauty
And all that’s close to me

I’m happy in my home
But conscious I’m alone, with
more money than I’ve known

Yet often now I find
That fate will be unkind
To all the words I write

Seems dangerous next to me
My stories tend to read
Like obituries

So, baby, if you spend
Some time with me, well then
I’ll write you in the end

Then darling would you mind
If the love that we had found
Was the temporary kind.

So darling if we spend
Some time together, sure
We’ll write ours in the end

Write my, write my,
write our obituary

Thought that we were strange
But darling, these days its..
It’s just contemporary
Living with you
My home becomes a zoo
And it’s just not habituary

Thank God it’s all
in your obituary

Thought that we could find
a mutual piece of mind
But, that was just temporary

Darling don’t you find
That fortune’s never kind
And the future it’s getting scary

Every time I write
Someone else will die, and it’s
not good, it’s obligatory

Everything’s confused and
I don’t know who’s who, and they
Think I’m a mercenary

Thank God that’s not in my obituary
Thank God it’s right in my obituary

Oh, but they didn’t ask me
To write my own obituary
Track Name: Up for work
Up for work

Up for work, cold snow­­­
Like the way it stings
My face my fingers, my toes

Up for work
Say goodbye
Don’t look my wife
In the eye

Up for work
Tired from the night before
Not quite, ready for the day ahead

What will tomorrow bring…

In the cold, warm coat
Wait to meet him
Like the way his smile meets mine

In the cold, out the house
As the lies build, up
I cant, get out

In the cold,
night air,
stranger meets me,
Knows my name and..

What will tomorrow bring… x2

And a ladder is leant up
Another climb to the next rung
And a stranger is giving me a foot up
And a friend is giving me a leg

A bit of luck
A bit of luck
A bit of luck

What will tomorrow bring… x2
Were all the same as the game turns
Were all the same as the game turns
And changes were stuck to the edges
Getting churned up
What will tomorrow bring…