Fodder For Showtime

by The Bookshop Band

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An album to transport you from the bleak poetry of war to the dark underbellies of criminal fiction - best of luck getting back. Parental Advisory lyrics contained occasionally within. Book-fodder provided by Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk (Ben Fountain - reads), Brief Encounters With Che Guevara (Ben Fountain - reads), Standing In Another Man’s Grave (Ian Rankin), Capital Punishment (Robert Wilson), Red Joan (Jennie Rooney), An Evil Eye (Jason Goodwin - reads), the poems and letters of Wilfred Owen, and I Saw A Man (Owen Sheers). ARTWORK BY HARRY SIMMONDS.

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released December 21, 2016

All tracks written by Ben Please, Beth Porter and Poppy Pitt, except track 5 by Beth Porter and Ben Please. Phrases borrowed from Ben Fountain on track 3, and the readings on the bonus tracks appear courtesy of the authors. Recorded and mixed by Ben Please, with exceptions that Marco Migliairi mixed track 4 and assisted in the recording of tracks 3, 4, 6 & 7. James King was recording engineer on track 10. Tracks 1, 2 & 5 were recorded at Ben & Beth’s house, Tracks 3, 4, 6 & 7 were recorded at Realworld Studios, track 8 at Ashley Manor (Wiltshire), and track 11 upstairs at Mr B’s Emporium of Reading Delights, Bath. Thanks to Sam Brookes for help recording Beth on track 2. Ben Fountain was recorded by Stuart Sullivan, and Jason Goodwin recorded himself. Extra recording done on the road and at Wire Studios (Austin, USA), Christchurch (Rode, UK), The Open Book (Wigtown), Jools’ house, Pete’s house, Emma’s house and Caroline’s bathroom. String arrangements by Beth Porter and Ben Please.
Produced by The Bookshop Band
Mastered by Marco Migliari
Artwork by Harry Simmonds (www.hspaintings.com)
Case design & layout: Ben Please
Cases printed and cut by Opal Print, inserts by Richard Lawrence, disks by Key Production.
Those who added huge value to our recording and mixing process were Marco Migliari, Jason Goodwin, Ben Fountain, all the musicians, Brauner microphones and Louis Austin, Microtech Gefell GmbH microphones and Sound Link Pro Audio, Leigh Haggerwood, James King, Will Cookson, Steve Belgrave, Mike Hillier, Stuart Bruce, and Chris Hughes (Ashley Manor), Universal Audio, UA Digital and Source Distribution, Grace Designs, Nigel and Jackie at Rave Box Studios, Keith Lunt and co at Opal and Richard Lawrence. Big thank you also to Caroline Waterlow and Ashley Harrow, Realworld Studios, Owen Benson, Anna Botterell and Andrew Hooker Violins (& Binky and Bigfella), Rich Magee and Lucy the studio cat. Thank you to all our Patreon supporters, past and present, including James Patterson and Alan Squire Publishing, and our song sponsors (see tracks for details). Special thank you to artist Harry Simmonds for allowing us to use his beautiful “Head of Mike 6” for the cover (and peripheral splashes for the rest).
Thank you to Nic and Juliette Bottomley and ALL the staff at Mr B’s Emporium of Reading Delights for curating the best reading list in the world, and especially to all the authors that have inspired us to write these songs.
THE BOOKSHOP BAND www.thebookshopband.co.uk

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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 shadow of the season
With a child’s face
He turns, with sword
The front to face.
And observes the work
Of Darwin’s conclusion
As evolution falls
Into its winter season
A harsh frost is cast upon
The minds of men who might
Take us forward into light
The shadow of the season
Is yet to reach him
Though a sodden baptism does await
To determine his place
As he turns to face
With a mans hand
And a child’s grace
Track Name: Voice of violent dreams
Voice of violent dreams
Numb to what they see
It still goes on
Through the burning snow
Wanting them to know
So they won’t forget
They won’t forget
Write back from the front line
This soldier fought well
Like an angel
And with his pen
Watching them
And then he fell
Track Name: The undertow
Unnerved by, the immensities of life
And the pull of, the empty hollow
A stadium of space,
creates a strong, undertow
As he stands, beneath, the soulless sky
Stay sharp, stay sharp and stay alive
He stands watching the crowds pass by
A heard of faceless, bodies that he has served
It’s like he’s watching a TV nature show
And the crowd becomes
a shuffling herd of buffalo
Stay sharp, stay sharp and stay alive
So he stands, a strong American hero
But with a famished feeling deep inside
A void where his best parts should lie
Stay sharp, stay sharp, stay alive
And it’s the randomness that wears you down
Sometimes as slight
as bending to tie your boot
Or turning your head left instead of right
Random how that shit does twist your mind
So it stays inside
Stay sharp, stay sharp, and stay alive
A strong brave American hero
He’ll take your praise but you will never know
And he is what you want him to be
A face for your hopes and all your dreams
And the mantra he echoes and repeats
Fits in, but he’s thinking of home
Oh but he’s thinking of home
Oh but he’s thinking of home
And Stay sharp and stay alive
Track Name: Fodder for showtime
Come here you motherf%$?er
You sold us out for
A measly few dollar
You know the stories gold-dust
And you’re playing for us
So are your words hollow?
Fall in, this show makes you a man
If you offer more, we’ll come back if we can
So call me, when you know
At least you’ve got my number on your phone
I hear we’re beating terRor,
what’s it like to pull a trigger
We’d love to come and shoot ‘em (with you)
I hear that we are winning,
we appreciate what you’re doing
We’ll have a beer when you get home
Fall in, this war made me a man
Falling, I’ll come home if I can
Lady luck has played her hand
I’m a hero, and lucky that I am
And if falling, is all I’ll know
Well, at least I’ve got your number
on my phone
I know I’m fodder for the show
But the sergeants calling
and if I’m honest I’d rather go.
But the sergeants calling
and if I’m honest I’d rather go.
Come here you motherf%£@ers,
You signed up to protecting all the others.
Track Name: Fire and forget
Fire and forget, turn and walk away
But now it’s just regret & longing for that day
For the sun to rise and greet the skies
Erase it from your mind
Rewrite all the lives
Fire and forget, watching through a screen
Destructive, distant, dead.
Decision done for real
Real enough to feel it now,
to know a loss of life
Twisted wreckage from the power
See the screen turn white
Rewrite all the lives
Fire and forget, what is left behind?
A butterfly effect moving through our lives
Wings beat distantly
Stinging like a bee
Live and re-live
Find it hard to forgive
Live and re-live
Find it hard to forgive
Find it hard to forgive
Fire and Forget, turn and walk away
But now it’s just regret & longing for that day
For the sun to rise and greet the skies
Erase it from your mind
For the sun to rise and greet the skies
Erase it from your mind
Rewrite all the lives
Rewrite all our lives
Track Name: Yashim, the investigator
Yashim, always in the right place
Yashim, he investigates
Yashim, he knows how to find
Yashim, has eyes all around
Yashim
Yashim, always in the right place
Yashim, he investigates
Yashim, he knows how to find
Yashim, has eyes all around
Yashim, he’s invisible
Yashim, almost invincible
Yashim, he’ll go anywhere
His foes must all beware
Yashim, Yashim
Track Name: An innocent pride
A nuclear kiss, sealed my lips
A nuclear hit, changed all this
An innocent pride and a dedicated tide of belief, had hold of me
A nuclear love
A nuclear time
She had me from the moment, she climbed in
He held me on a tight rope
walking fast toward him
And his dedicated pride,
would wash through his smile
That had hold of me
A nuclear love
A nuclear time
And did you know me, well enough, to know
What I’d do, on that day,
When that day comes
Now that day has come
And they were unprecedented times
And I was swept along in their tide
A nuclear love
A nuclear time
And my mother well she’ll never know,
the way I have started to grow
And my father well he’ll never see
the things I achieved
And my son well he’ll never understand,
why I played this hand
A nuclear love
A nuclear time
An innocent pride
Track Name: In these walls
Shrieks and cries, demon’s eyes
We live to get his eyes, be his wives
Secrets in these walls, broken rules
All know, death could come, chosen one.
We entice, he decides.
Secrets in these walls, broken rules
All know, death could come, chosen one.
Bear a girl, cares are gone
They want boys, stop the noise
We live to get his eyes, be his wives
Secrets in these walls, broken rules
All know, death could come, chosen one
All know, death could come, chosen one
Track Name: Out loose like a dream
The Nature of things
A Painting that rings
Of a the dark dream
That I walk through each day
This Place
Where the air is heavy
Thick with delay
All that I see
Silently
And this Painting laid,
Out loose like a dream,
In my kitchen
A window in to another life
A window to frame the way we might
See things differently tonight
In this dissonant light
All that I see
Silently
Am I only
Watching
Track Name: Something fresh to hold
Like the stories of the ancients
Fairy tales and urban myths
I convince myself
Something fresh to hold
deep inside I know
but they keep saying so
that this case is,
col-old
A deep need
too seek
The truth
In front of you
Something fresh to hold
deep inside I know
but they keep saying so
this case is
Something fresh to hold
deep inside I know
but they keep saying so
this case is, col-old
Small shreds
Fallen
Fingers tread
Through old news
Stitched together with a thread of hope
Deep inside I know something’s close
I must trust the way the dust lies
Something fresh to hold
deep inside I know
but they keep saying so
this case is
Something fresh to hold
deep inside I know
but they keep saying so
this case is, col-old
And like the stories of the ancients
fairy tales and urban myths
We see the signs, and we convince ourselves
I convince myself.
Track Name: Thank God I'm not a rich man
I’m living under the radar,
My life is grounded
I’ve nothing to desire
Or be manipulated
Thank God I’m not a rich man
And I’ll never have money
I haven’t got connections
Or a great body
So I’m told
It’s a dark world out there
I never want to be kidnapped,
It’d be hardest my friends
They’d have to find a ransom,
And then it get’s complicated
Thank God I’m not a rich man,
I’m a manual labourer
No holidays to Rio
But I’m safe in Super Mare
So I’m told
It’s a dark world out there
So lets drop these bodies in to the water
I wonder if they’ll float for ever
So lets drop these bodies in to the water
I wonder if they’ll float for ever