That Ghost Belongs To Me

by The Bookshop Band

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1.
No light since I was twelve, it’s a dark world I’m hidden away, told I’m a bad girl He comes to me, like a dream in the night He cuts into me and shows blood to be bright Is God one of us? Does my heart control my mind? Does my soul cry out for pain? Is there mercy in my brain? Cut Save Care Crave She’s my willow tree Didn’t think there could be one To understand, the place that I come from It’s a dark world, I breathe her pain Please scream for me Is there madness in my brain? Is God one of us? Does my heart control my mind? Does my soul cry out for pain? Is there mercy in my brain? Cut Save Care Crave He’s more monstrous than I thought But our bond eats up my shame Bloody Bones, he’s not to blame
2.
From the river a story rose A young miller who chose to make his home Hooowwwl, hoooowwwwlll High on the River, the old mill stands The new Miller, An Independent man But his ways they were strange His humour well it easily enraged, And at night, he would Howl, like a wild wolf, to the moon, And They lie, cursing his name The Howling Miller, the fool Howwwlll, Hoooowwl And Soon they came, With negotiations drawn And then they marched With an overwhelming force, Bound by a stronger hand No longer the keeper of his land And at night, he would Howl, A wild man, in a room, For his life, was a cage The Howling Miller, the fool Howoool, Howoool, Howoool, Howoool But, from their Asylum, he took flight Spread wings, a wild goose against the night As he braced, his webbed feet to land A striding wolf as he, touches the ground Into the mountain woods he ran And at night, he would Howl, A wild wolf, against the moon And they lie, afraid to sleep For the unnatural sound Of the wild wild wolf That hunted them now Of the wild wild wolf Through the night, he would Howl….. Howwwlll, Hoooowwl, Howooooool
3.
Godspeed 04:32
Godspeed and on my way Come here to seek a fortune Arrived on a stormy day Hoping I’ll reach the shoreline Stepping out, I’m alone Bearing my name on cases A town wearing washed up clothes From boats that didn’t make it Somewhere in the depths of this ship Cried a stranger (Magdalena) Somewhere in the depths of this ship Cried a stranger So many muddied hands Washing gold-bearing gravel All that is flowing down Carried by the river Silt’s clogging up the bay Dangerous to weigh a boat in Even the lucky stay Gold is not known for floating Somewhere in the depths of my mind Cried a stranger (Magdalena) Somewhere in the depths of this ship Cried a stranger... If I am a lucky man, I will be going home Not on the ship I came, That one has run aground
4.
The Ankou 04:12
One night when I was walking far And getting short of Light I saw a village down below A shelter for the night I saw a figure crouching down Attending to a sheep The animal had lost it’s life The mountainside was steep Oh no! Here we go Heave ho, We take the bones Heave ho, here we go The souls we have to row The Man he took me further in And showed me to a bed Not his but other villager’s And not a word he said The morning brought the fishermen I thought that I could help They kept a distance from the man But why? I couldn’t tell. Feeling sorrow for the man I went to hear his say He told a story, but in part Then I was dragged away I couldn’t settle in my mind So ran across the sand Asked if I could go with him To sea, and the island Oh no! Here we go Heave ho, as we row Heave ho, whittle the bones The dead they have to go. Oh no! Here we go Heave ho, We take the bones Heave ho, here we go The souls we have to row The boat was heading out to sea I felt a steady flow Seemed we were sailing very fast And also very low The boat was getting heavy now The air was getting close The drowned were climbing all aboard It was filling up with ghosts Oh no! Here we go... Faces all around me now Not all of them complete Sure their souls would be set free Relieved to have a seat. What I could not believe to be Is some were left behind “Why is this?” I cried to him I thought it was unkind They do not deserve it yet They wont be saved for now My grandfather had told me this The man was the Ankou The dead they scrambled from the boat When we got to the shore The smell was awfully sickening They used me as a floor Oh no! Here we go... We turned around and left them there And headed for the land The boat was light, and thinner now Waves took us to the sand What I saw out there that night Will never leave my mind The man was called to do this job The most gruesome of its kind. Oh no! Here we go...
5.
Perhaps a person, is made from layers of habit That compress, over time like layers of rock Maybe I am a mountain Immovable and casting Shadows across, all I see. To look inside, is to awaken To look out, is to dream On the Mountain side strides mystery His legs are reaching, his eyes are wide In the lake resides our hidden screams Silenced by, its deep, waters A surface so sublime, a fairy-tale picture A gentle death might take us further down the line [A reading from The Age Of Magic by Ben Okri] Now let’s begin, and let’s begin again Now let’s begin, as we end. Our lives are made of tides Pulled through by the moon Take care to recognise, the changing mood In the darkness we may decide to start anew In the darkness we may decide to start anew
6.
Baby you’re an evil man Well, Honey, I do what I can Baby you’re an evil Baby you’re an evil man Living in a perfect world Trusting the all-knowing gods Then everything’s determined And everything is destined I’d imagine in an ordered world The futures looking very dull Nothing is moving... So who’d create a universe Where the definition of success Becomes a lump of iron, A great big soup of ions? Chaos is not a state The point is that you’ll never know it Chaos is a process And Chaos is life’s way of working And Chaos is my way of And Chaos is my way of ... And Chaos is my way of working We’re burdened with the choice we feel We’ll never understand free will Chaos is a gift, if a little unpredictable Chaos is a gift, if a little unpredictable (Still) Baby, you’re an evil man Well, honey I do what I can
7.
In, stepping further in, welcomed by the light Seeing the others around Will I make a sound? Will I know the way? What is it I’ve found? Listen to the ones, listen to the end Blowing a candle out Past the door, stand before me thirteen chairs I’m unprepared to tell a story, who’ll go next? Past the door, stand before me thirteen chairs Thirteen Chairs Gone, faces fade to black. I can hardly see, Where there used to be friends Some could be my age Want to know their way? What is it that I’ve found? Listen to a boy, listen to a girl Another candle out Past the door, stand before me thirteen chairs I’m unprepared to tell a story, who’ll go next? Past the door, stand before me thirteen chairs Thirteen Chairs Out, as the lights go out, As the darkness comes It’s getting closer to me Will I make a sound? Will I know the way? Starting to see what I’ve found Listen to the tales, listen to my tale Past the door, stand before me thirteen chairs I’m unprepared to tell a story, who’ll go next? Past the door, stand before me thirteen chairs Thirteen Chairs Will I make a sound, will I know the way? What is it that I’ve found? Listen to the ones, listen to the end Blowing a candle out Beth Porter - vocals, concert ukulele. Ben Please - baritone ukulele, vocals. Poppy Pitt - vocals, glockenspiel. Dave Shelton - concert ukulele. Pete Gibbs - double bass. 8. RUNNING WITH ZOMBIES Inspired by The Making Of Zombie Wars, by Aleksander Hemon. Students for every word Watch out, this one’s a verb Well, you have to humour fate, and Help her to conjugate Leaning right down into her bed Waving your sword around your head We ought to be a little careful Though I will never be A man of great mystery I’ve many stories Lets run with the zombies Launch the assault and my friend has bled Though I intend not to loose my head When you’re surrounded by undead We ought to be a little careful Caught me in the end
8.
Students for every word Watch out, this one’s a verb Well, you have to humour fate, and Help her to conjugate Leaning right down into her bed Waving your sword around your head We ought to be a little careful Though I will never be A man of great mystery I’ve many stories Lets run with the zombies Launch the assault and my friend has bled Though I intend not to loose my head When you’re surrounded by undead We ought to be a little careful Caught me in the end
9.
We just got married in this house I sense the guests are getting restless And so before we slumber I grant you, choose a number But first we must kiss under-neath the Mistletoe Let’s hide away in this old house We’ll count 100 then we’ll find you Before you reach your number I find a chest of timber A perfect place to linger, quietly And as I put my head down You’ll never find me I hear you running under the boughs of Mistletoe I’m still waiting for you to find me I must be very good at hiding Ben Please - vocal, concert ukulele. Beth Porter - clarinet, cello, vocals. Poppy Pitt - vocals, glockenspiel. James Watt - oboe. Sue Lord - violin. Ian Vorley - violin. Patrick Dunn - viola. Michelle Falcon - viola. Song sponsor -Kate Mosse. 10. THESE LAYERS Inspired by The Age Of Magic, by Ben Okri. I took a role in a play I’m being watched every day of my life If I were free it would be better for me Hmmm… Visions dance across my mind In a dream left behind I try to hold on to the lost But the thought is now a ghost Of what it used to be But that ghost belongs to me Ahh ahh ahh ahh A layer of evil tries To hide another side In a shadow forcing the light Behind a rock and out of sight A fight between myself Am I jealous of another self The darkness is where I live And when I die I’ll be rid of it ... Is this who I really am? Is this who I really am? Or am I pretending again, Or underneath these layers Is it me?
10.
These layers 04:48
I took a role in a play I’m being watched every day of my life If I were free it would be better for me Hmmm… Visions dance across my mind In a dream left behind I try to hold on to the lost But the thought is now a ghost Of what it used to be But that ghost belongs to me Ahh ahh ahh ahh A layer of evil tries To hide another side In a shadow forcing the light Behind a rock and out of sight A fight between myself Am I jealous of another self The darkness is where I live And when I die I’ll be rid of it ... Is this who I really am? Is this who I really am? Or am I pretending again, Or underneath these layers Is it me?
11.
A red coat to keep me warm Cloaked from this freezing storm And it’s been snowing for so long The cold, it feels like home My dark hair is growing long Hanging limp, its life has gone Past my shoulders it now lays The past within its dark display They say, time will take this sadness away They say, this heavy weight wont always be mine to bear But from where I stand, It’s time that has taken me there And it’s the pull of my past That’s holding me fast to the path ahead And it’s the weight of time That’s caught in my mind And holding my stare And as I step onto the ice covered stone Under the snow filled sky It’s time that is taking my hand As I say good bye.
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Inspired by ghostly tales and featuring guest performances from Joanne Harris, Jack Wolf, Dave Shelton and ManBooker Prize winner Ben Okri. Also songs inspired by dark tales by Kate Mosse, Aleksander Hemon and ManBooker winner Eleanor Catton.

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released October 19, 2016

All tracks written by Ben Please, Beth Porter & Poppy Pitt, except track 8 - written by Ben Please and Beth Porter and track 5 which features words from The Age Of Magic by Ben Okri, and bonus track 12, which is an extract from Thirteen Chairs by Dave Shelton, used with kind permission from the authors. String arrangements by Beth Porter and Ben Please. All tracks mixed by Ben Please.
Tracks 1, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 recorded at Chelvey Court with engineering from James King. Track 2 recorded at Realworld Studios. Tracks 3 & 4 recorded at Christchurch (Rode). Tracks 5 & 11 recorded at Ashley Manor. Additional recording at Joanne Harris’ house, Dave Shelton’s house, Daunt Books (Marylebone High Street branch), The Open Book (Wigtown), Caroline’s house, Pete’s house and Emma’s house.
Mastered by Marco Migliari
Artwork by Dave Shelton
(www.daveshelton.com)
Case design and layout by Ben Please
Cases printed and cut by Opal Print, inserts by Richard Lawrence, disks by Key Production.
Those who directly helped with the recording were Marco Migliari, Dave Shelton, Ben Okri, Joanne Harris, Jack Wolf, all the musicians who played with us, The Ed Victor Agency, Brauner microphones and Louis Austin, Microtech Gefell GmbH microphones and Sound Link Pro Audio, Leigh Haggerwood, Grace Designs, James King, Richard Evans, Will Cookson, Steve Belgrave, Mike Hillier, Stuart Bruce, Chris Hughes and Ashley Manor, Universal Audio, UA Digital and Source Distribution, Realworld Studios, The Wigtown Book Festival and The Open Book, Brett and everyone at Daunt Books, Nigel and Jackie at Rave Box Studios, Owen beson, Anna Botterell and Andrew Hooker Violins, Keith Lunt and co at Opal Print and Richard Lawrence. Big thank you also to Caroline Waterlow and Ashley Harrow.
Thank you to all our Patreon supporters, past and present, including James J. Patterson and Alan Squire Publishing, and our song sponsors (see tracks for details). Special thank you to Dave Shelton for doing a stunning cover and creepy hands. We’re very grateful and in awe of Nic and Juliette Bottomley and ALL the staff at Mr B’s Emporium of Reading Delights in Bath for curating our reading and advising our path through the literary world. And finally, to all the wonderful authors who have inspired the songs on this album, a big thank you.
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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