We Are The Foxes

by The Bookshop Band

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    The Bookshop Band release WE ARE THE FOXES, their second album of 2016, inspired by a collection of books that revolve around stories of cities and those who live in them, curated by their local independent bookshop Mr B’s Emporium of Reading Delights. The songs were first performed in front of the authors themselves at the bookshop’s events.

    The city-tales that inspire this album span both time and continents; from the seedy printing worlds of London’s Victorian backstreets in MJ Carter’s novel The Infidel Stain, to the Australian high rises in Tim Winton’s Eyrie. The band sing on urban life through the many different lenses each book gives, via the lives of a household in Armistead Maupin’s groundbreaking Tales of the City series, to through the eyes of the foxes that roam the streets in Ned Beauman’s GLOW.

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Songs inspired by stories of cities and those who dwell in them.

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released July 3, 2016

All tracks written by Beth Porter, Ben Please and Poppy Pitt, except track 11, by Ben Please and Beth Porter. The reading in the bonus track 13 is used by kind permission of the author. Produced, mixed and recorded by Ben Please, except track 10 which was mixed by Richard Evans at The Labour Exchange. String arrangements by Beth Porter and Ben Please.
Mastered by Marco Migliari
Artwork: Jacob Stack (www.jacobstack.net)
Case design & layout: Ben Please
Cases printed and cut by Opal Print, inserts by Richard Lawrence, disks by Key Production.
Tracks 1, 2, 4, 8, 10 and 12 were recorded at home, with engineering by James King on tracks 1, 4 and 10. Tracks 5, 6 and 7 were recorded at Ashley Manor, Wiltshire. Track 3 was recorded at Cloisters, Bath, track 9 was recorded at Christchurch, Rode and track 11 at Realworld Studios, Box. Additional recording in The Love Lounge (The Bell, Bath), The Open Book (Wigtown), Chelvey Manor, Emma’s house, Pete’s house, Greg’s house, Christchurch, and Jools’ house.
Those who added huge value to this project were Marco Migliari, Greg Baxter, all the musicians who played with us, Brauner microphones and Louis Austin, Grace Designs, Microtech Gefell GmbH microphones and Sound Link Pro Audio, Leigh Haggerwood, 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, Nigel and Jackie at Rave Box Studios, Owen Benson, Anna Botterell and Andrew Hooker Violins, Keith Lunt and co. at Opal Print and Richard Lawrence, Vivi Tobies & Paul Walton. Big thank you also to Caroline Waterlow and Ashley Harrow. Also to Shoo Rayner and Siriol Davies (and John Ruddock in Siriol’s proximity) for our foxes.
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). And big up to Jacob Stack for being such an amazing illustrator.
Thank you to Nic and Juliette Bottomley and ALL the staff at Mr B’s Emporium of Reading Delights in Bath for curating our reading (and checking our spelling). Last but not least, to all the amazing authors we have been inspired by to make this album, thank you. Go seek out their books folks.
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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: London and its many costume changes
A whimsical and fleeting moment as she notices the shapes that the shadow of the railings make. But the whimsey only comes with words because the feeling it creates inside her is a truth that can never be described.
She’s like a plucked string vibrating from deep inside. She’s like the wind when it’s catching something light and dancing it to the sky.
And in the dance you might catch a glimpse of her. And as the note rings she feels a tingle of truth that she always watches for, but can never, never be described. And all those moments cling to her, and one by one they stitch together. And as she stands in this new dress, she finds that it reveals parts of herself usually carefully concealed.
She’s like a plucked string vibrating from deep inside. She’s like the wind when it’s catching something light and dancing it to the sky.
And her body is a sight of contrasts, like the city in which she lives, refusing to be held back like London and its many costume changes, well like London and its many costume changes.
And no one will ever know the way these moments feel. And no one will ever know there’s no way to say. It’d never sound right if I tried to explain. The words would cast the wrong light, it wouldn’t be the same.
I’m liked a plucked string vibrating from deep inside. I’m like the wind when it’s catching something light and dancing it to the sky. I’m liked a plucked string vibrating from deep inside. I’m like the wind when it’s catching something light and dancing it to the sky. And my body is a sight of contrasts, like the city in which I live, refusing to be held back, well like London and its many costume changes, well like London and its many costume changes.
Track Name: Run, Oreo
This house is full, why don’t you
Leave the food and just
Run Oreo, run…
Don’t look back as you pass
Cerro de la Chingada
Leave your home and mother
The house is marked for disaster
It all just makes you run faster
Cerro de la chingada
Run Oreo, run…
This house will fall
It makes good soil for new walls
We’ve no home for being poor
Better off are cattle
Run Oreo, run…
Track Name: You won't hear the silence
My father is clever but stubborn
So he never gives in
We had a chance to escape
This shit we live in
Can’t tell if we are poor
Or simply growing
This line’s so fine we dine on
Whatever’s going
My family think I’m a liar
Reality burns like the fire
Listen you wont hear the silence
The rich they get to eat
As much as they like
No idea that I take because it’s a fight
For survival in this box of nonsense
Noticed for the wrong and not the right
My family think I’m a liar
Reality burns like the fire
Listen you wont hear the silence
Confusion it feels like losing
It leads to bruising
Losing to the rich is just confusing
Impossible to be free in your choices
Suffocates the mind hearing these voices
Listen you won’t hear the silence
Track Name: We are the foxes
We are the foxes working around the town
We are the foxes working for you
Bring out your boxes before you settle down
We are the foxes working for you
Don’t be afraid cos you know what we prefer
Smile on your faces, so that’s what we do
Don’t need to pay us, we’re happy in our work
We are the foxes working for you
Running rings round
Covers more ground
We’re foxes in a big rush
Jumping on a night bus
City lights glow
Like a light show
We’re keeping strange hours
Smelling all the flowers
And in the morning when all our work is done
Shifts are changing and you’ll be up soon
We’ll hear you coming then we’ll
be on our way
We are the foxes working for you
Track Name: A foreign sight
You, with your dark, sleepless, eyes
Me, with my, silent disguise
You didn’t ask
I liked it like that
We didn’t need
The conversation
That we lacked
We just sat, and walked, in the silent snow
To me so beautiful
To you an old foe
And we fell into a swift intimacy
That suited you
That suited me
In a new coat and warm gloves
That meant that I wasn’t such
A foreign sight
I became, a new, occupation in your life
And you became my new disguise
And we fell into a swift intimacy
I stuck with you, you stuck with me
The Snow, keeps me off the ground
As I plant, my heavy feet
A face, unknown in this town
My past, is buried deep
And we fell into a swift intimacy
I stuck with you
And you stuck with me
Track Name: Violent and free
No familiarity
Keep my anonymity
Hope for an incongruity
To set me free, falling through
A place, in my old mind
I see, through these new eyes
Less fixed by this old frame
Less weighted down
Less weighted down
Set me free falling, set me free falling
Set me free falling, set me free
Something violent and free is in me
As I walk these streets
Stepping in time, to my
Own, line, of thought
No familiarity
Keep my anonymity
Hope for an incongruity
To set me free, falling through
Set me free falling, set me free falling
Set me free falling, set me free
Track Name: Lavender's blue
Father’s left us for a beauty queen
If only he could see that we need him
The gap is getting bigger, we’re all drifting
If I were a boy I could step in
She’s still searching for a better place
Lavenders blue but there’s no trace
Shame she can’t disguise her face
If she was born here might not be the case
Secrets fill our minds up
We’re hiding so much
We’re guided by the past
We’re Shrouding the truth in veils
The boy is only seven going on 19
No one noticed that he grew up
The other fell towards a violent scene
Didn’t want a stain to our name
Longing for my own closed door
Where I can hide my fears and my joys
Restricted by a family law
I can’t be free like the boys
She has seen it all before
In a different place, different name
The other tries to save their honour
He loves her and he hates her for the shame.
Track Name: The falling
You know my face
Even though I don’t
Recognise myself
And here I was
Hanging on by a thread
To this place on the shelf
Pushed out and down
No one to see
Until your old eyes
Fell on me
And it’s me, I am falling
I will catch you, Here I stand
With the wild, birds soaring
Come with me, Take my hand
It is me, I am watching
I will catch you, here I stand
The child, He’s still drawing
Dreaming creatures, Here I am
And it’s wild, The storm is coming
The world is spinning, Round and round
The heat, Where I’m now laying
So sudden, Hit the ground
The eyes, are surrounding
Shrouded, covered face
And it’s me, I have fallen
Hit the surface, Stop the chase
And the child, He’s still drawing
Every breath, Found him safe
The wild birds are soaring
Hit the surface stopped the chase
It is me, I have fallen
Tried to catch you, here I lay
And the child he’s still drawing
Standing witness, he is safe.
Track Name: I'm dust
Find me, my head is bloody.
Help me, my father’s coming to hide me.
I’m dust, and you’re going.
But you’ll find me
When you settle your toes in.
Hold me, I know how you’re feeling
Find me, you’re close and I need you.
Track Name: Cleveland
Quaaludes and cocktails
A story book lane
A girl with three names
A place, post Watergate
Freed from its bird cage
Where the unafraid parade
But in the sparkling mess of it all
From the back of her mind this thought
Takes to the floor
Perhaps, we should all
Go back to Cleveland
Where we know what around the bend
Go back to Cleveland
But then a shock of birds
Soar through the crystal blue sky
Citizens of Atlantis
The Madrigal Enchantress cries
All San Franciscans must return to the sea
The royal we, are just biding our time
On this far out, far flung peninsula
Where an earthquake
Waits to take us home
But for now we’ll boogie on down the road
Whilst we wonder in the back of our minds
Should we all go back to Cleveland
Where we know what around the bend
Go back to Cleveland
But then a shock of birds
Soar through the crystal blue sky
Citizens of Atlantis
The Madrigal Enchantress cries
And we decide, to stay and bide our time
On this far out, far flung peninsula
Track Name: Peddlers of hope
Look at me, numbed by the TV
I’m stone to the end, I’m stone to the end.
I said I’m fine
It’s not my fault, it’s my wife
We’re born in the bed
To be alive when we’re dead
She said I’m blind.
You live in hope but you’re not alive
When fear plays no part
And hope blinds your heart
So you a gambling man
You live your life in the next hand
Eyes closed to the sky
Asleep where you lie
Instead of waiting for your life
Look around and see your wife
You sit there dreaming you could fly
But you can walk there if you try
There’s a sedative to hope
That can stop you being in love
There’s no point hoping you can fly
But sit there dreaming if you like
Instead of waiting for your life….
Look at me, peddling this old dream
There’s hope in this show
I subdued for now.
Track Name: The ballad of the Barrel Organ Boys
Let us sing a story
Of murder in a shop
The details are so gory
You’d pay us to stop
The coppers say it’s fine
And to go about our days
Singing for a living in (dis)honest ways
The case is closed.
But it wont no accidental,
and everybody knows it
We suppose that the coppers
gone and looked the other way
We’ve seen these two odd gentlemen
about the place
Asking everybody what they heard
So chuck us down a penny,
we won’t lie (to your face)
And we’ll give this song another verse
The case is closed.
But it wont no accidental,
and everybody knows it
We suppose, that the coppers
gone and looked the other way
There’s lots of speculation
bout who it might have been
Who’d have the motivation
to set this awful scene
The Duke of Cumberland
Or Spring Heeled Jack?
Or any of the fellas
We see round the back?
The case is closed.
But it wont no accidental,
and everybody knows it
We suppose, that the coppers
gone and looked the other way
The poor get no say in these criminal affairs
Let alone the matters of the state
Even if the printer sold his dodgy wares
We didn’t think that he deserved
his gruesome fate
The case is closed
But it wont no accidental,
and everybody knows it
We suppose, that the coppers
gone and looked the other way
Get lost, we’re closed
Cos it wont no accidental
and everybody knows it
We suppose, that the coppers
gone and looked the other way