The Band That Wasn't There

by Adrian Fitz-Simon

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1.
Fall 05:08
What you gonna do with The boxes under the bed? Angels on your pillow The things you’ve left unsaid The romance of the recluse Ain’t all it’s cracked up to be Hear the voices you’ve created And they will fall, you’ll see They’ll fall for your angels Fall for your lovers They will fall for your cowboys They will fall for your kings Fall for your devils Fall for your prisoners They will fall for your gunmen They will fall for your ghosts Go and find the places Where others fear to tread If god can’t grace the hit parade The detail’s fine instead Your eyes may lose their sparkle But you can shine from within Cast your spell and watch them falling As the songs begin They’ll fall for your angels Fall for your lovers They will fall for your cowboys They will fall for your kings Fall for your devils Fall for your prisoners They will fall for your gunmen They will fall for your ghosts Maybe you find yourself Walking with the troubled But don’t you know, my friend A song shared is a song doubled (That’s why they’ll) Fall for your angels Fall for your lovers They will fall for your cowboys They will fall for your kings Fall for your devils Fall for your prisoners They will fall for your gunmen They will fall for your ghosts
2.
When I count the years since that day in November I might smile and ask where it all went right But our darkest fears sit beside what we remember And the truth lies somewhere in between One day we’re in the light, but it changes overnight Given the random nature of life Sometimes we’ll laugh Sometimes we’ll cry Even the dogs in the street know that Sometimes we’ll laugh Sometimes we’ll cry When you count the smiles etched upon these total strangers You might ask, ‘where am I going wrong?’ But if you look behind you’ll reveal something stranger There’s a fear that the pain won’t subside As you start to sing, the phone begins to ring Given the random nature of life Sometimes we’ll laugh Sometimes we’ll cry Even the likes of Kim Jong-un knows Sometimes we’ll laugh Sometimes we’ll cry Sometimes we’ll laugh Sometimes we’ll cry Sometimes we’ll laugh Sometimes we’ll cry
3.
Grant McLennan dead at forty eight A heart attack in bed in his hometown That evening’s party now become a wake The chorus comes later Songs are strewn around him Like invisible petals Roses for lyrics Lilies for notes The chorus comes later A sound that reaches back into the earth To bloom again in someone else’s ears But never heard the same as when he sang The chorus comes later I recall a schoolboy coming home
4.
Snapshots 05:17
The young boy leaps with his hands above his head He’s left his shoes by the pillow on the bed The clock reminds us he should be asleep by now But his smile says that he’s dodged that one somehow Within a minute and the picture starts to fade The colours that were vivid once have started to degrade I’m in a dark room where chemicals react Developing a series of images that act Like snapshots I’m capturing They’re out of focus Or was it timelapse? Those snapshots I’m capturing I can’t hold on to them Slip through my fingers The girl holds on to the rope with both hands Her red dress billows out five feet above the sand Joy and fear in equal measure on her face She is an astronaut ascending into space Before I know it and the picture starts to bleach Overexposure has left it out of reach I’m in a dark room where chemicals react Developing a series of images that act Like snapshots I’m capturing They’re out of focus Or was it timelapse? Those snapshots I’m capturing I can’t hold on to them Slip through my fingers
5.
Here’s the music that you can’t stop playing Here’s the movie with the actor saying ‘You won’t see the likes of us again’ Long-haired lovers you cannot abide The one-hit-wonder’s heading fora nosedive Drowning his sorrows in Dubonnet It’s not what it was like in the 70s And we should be thankful for this small mercy The decade took Hendrix, Bolan and Presley (But still) It’s not what it was like in the 70s See the hippy, born 1950 She needs a job, her eyes are looking shifty She won’t take the brown acid again Polyester suits you will survive These happy days we tend to romanticise Maybe we’ll just call it a day It’s not what it was like in the 70s And we should be thankful for this small mercy The decade took Hendrix, Bolan and Presley (But still) It’s not what it was like in the 70s
6.
In Your Eyes 03:11
In your eyes I see flowers in the garden And they bloom by that old willow tree That seems to be weeping forever Like your eyes have been crying for me We passed the time by lazy winding rivers We lay our heads on fields of green and gold We carved upon a tree our names for all to see So how can you turn away from me and say In your eyes I see flowers in the garden And they bloom by that old willow tree That seems to be weeping forever Like your eyes have been crying for me No it seems it’s been weeping forever Like your eyes have been crying for me
7.
Listen, John, sit by my side Lean closer so I can see The songs you wrote gave me more pleasure To sing all alone than some of my own You turned a Smile into a Queen And barely passed your teens Success to you was note-perfection While the audience sings Your kids in the wings Stand by my side, come please sing with me E minor fifth on the count of three The hits and the flops The fights and the strops Fall into perspective when I’m wondering Who will be there? Tell me, dear, please tell me So listen, John, will they sing my songs Twenty years from now? I try to write but on words I stumble When there’s not much to say It’s just day by day Stand by my side, come please dance with me ‘Millionaire’s Waltz’ on the count of three The hits and the flops The fights and the strops Fall into perspective when I’m wondering Who will be there? Tell me, dear, please tell me Flying as the world keeps on spinning The years, like lovers, pass by Days spent in outrageous costumes I’m sorry I made you a unicorn! Stand by my side, come please drink with me Stolichnaya straight on the count of three The hits and the flops The fights and the strops The piss that we took Foundations we shook The fake plastic tits The writing credits Fall into perspective when I’m wondering Who will be there? Tell me, dear, please tell me
8.
Who would have thought that twenty years later You could still have a hold on me You opened your arms and took me in gladly There was no place that I’d rather be In an old rundown house your sunlight hit the corners Unaccustomed to your charms previously I would spend half the day barefoot on the pavement With a joy I could scarcely believe Do your streets look the same? Does your heart call my name? Will you wait till I come back again? We’ll pick up what we had It might make us feel sad But we’ll pretend it’s the start of the affair We’ll pretend it’s the start of the affair In the hills to the west we sang your songs nightly Just waiting to get back to you I was happy to be in the company of strangers Peter, Rachel, Jo, Ben, Gills and Lu So I’ll get on that plane and pack my bags lightly I won’t need much in your company And we’ll watch the waves break upon the whitest beaches From the shade of acacia trees Do your streets look the same? Does your heart call my name? Will you wait till I come back again? We’ll pick up what we had It might make us feel sad But we’ll pretend it’s the start of the affair
9.
Q&A 04:12
An answer to these questions please: Was I really on some other planet The day before we first met? How did you fly that rocketship, baby From the safety of your kitchenette? What was it I said as we stood in the doorway That gave you a reason to laugh? No use in asking what I would be doing If you’d chosen some alternative path That’s how it is That’s how it is That’s how it is (Keep asking, keep asking, an answer to these questions please) How did you get so beautiful, baby In your 1950s second hand dress? How come we both want exactly the same things If you don’t count Steely Dan, Queen and Yes? What does it matter if the house sinks, darling? Wherever we end up we’ll call home How come we’re traveling at eighteen miles per second Side by side with destination unknown? That’s how it is That’s how it is That’s how it is (Keep asking, keep asking, an answer to these questions please)
10.
Arrows and bow Saddle the horses and off we go Over the mountains and down to the sea Guides far behind us, there’s just you and me Take aim, fire Truth be told we are two liars With our axe and our pepper spray, our old blunderbuss They can’t take the honey spoon from us And when the sun high-fives the moon over yonder We’ll roll out the sleeping bags and the stars we’ll ponder By firelight we’ll hide out while hatching our plan We’ll heat up the beans on our toy frying pan In silence and darkness we might be surrounded By folks who could do us harm, accusations unfounded But we’ll turn the tables and capture their hearts They’ll raise up their hands and we’ll all start to laugh Arrows and bow Saddle the horses and off we go Over the mountains and down to the sea Guides far behind us, there’s just you and me Take aim, fire Truth be told we are two liars With our axe and our pepper spray, our old blunderbuss They can’t take the honey spoon from us They can’t take the honey spoon from us
11.
Megan 04:40
Remember when you first landed here Blinking in the light, wondering where you are But where were we before you came? Waiting on that mystery train Unprepared and terrified Despite our being unqualified Part of us will always see eye to eye Megan you might be worried about The things you should’t be worried about Don’t you know we’re still learning about it all Megan don’t you hurry about The things you needn’t hurry about The world will go on spinning about the sun You walk the walk and talk the talk Point your little fingers, telling it how it is Try to tell us what to do Though you haven’t got a clue Don’t you know that we feel the same way too Megan you might be worried about The things you should’t be worried about Don’t you know we’re still learning about it all Megan don’t you hurry about The things you needn’t hurry about The world will go on spinning about the sun

credits

released November 21, 2014

Voices, piano, drums, guitars, bass and keyboards: Adrian Fitz-Simon

Additional musicians:

The Booka Brass Band on ‘In Your Eyes’:
Trumpets: Eoin Young and Paul Kiernan
Trombones: Oisín Clarke and James Doherty
Tuba: Jack Marks
French Horn: Hannah Miller
Arrangement: David Conway

Brendan Power: Harmonica on ‘The Ballad Of Eva & Emil’

Eva Fitz-Simon: Vocal on ‘It’s Not What It Was Like (In The 70s)’

Recorded at The Spare Bedroom, Dublin / Annaghmakerrig, Co Monaghan
Drums recorded by Michael Richards at Trackmix, Dublin
Brass and piano on ‘In Your Eyes’ recorded by Ben Rawlins at The Auditorium, Dublin

Produced by Adrian Fitz-Simon
Mixed by Ben Rawlins
Mastered by Noel Summerville at 3345 Mastering, London

Photography and art direction: Adrian Fitz-Simon
The cover idea was inspired by the work of Pol Úbeda Hervàs (polubeda.com)

All songs written by Adrian Fitz-Simon except ‘To A House Of Tin And Timber’ - lyrics by by Patrick Chapman; music by Adrian Fitz-Simon

Copyright 2014 Adrian Fitz-Simon / Tabby Records

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