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credits

released September 1, 2012

Eliza Skelton - Vocals, Acoustic guitar, Flute, Organ, Glockenspiel, Dhruva.
Paul Simmons - Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Harmonica, Vibraphone.
Ben George - Drums & Percussion, Vocals, Vibraphone.
Mike Simmonds - Violin.
Eric Woods - Guitar

Rich Leeuwenberg - Bass guitar On "My Death"
Sam Skelton - Additional Vocals On Tracks 2 & 4.
Edward "Bleeding Horn" Bear - Acoustic Guitar & Piano On "Blood Moon".
Geoff Hense - Violin on "My Death"
Phil "Mods Rule" Humphries - Drums On "Vermilion"
David Bramwell - Keyboard On "A Thousand Days"
Dog Bark on "A Thousand Days" provided by the beloved Tess.
All songs written by Eliza Skelton, except:

"The Murder Book" (Eliza Skelton / Paul Simmons).
"The Slippery Slope" (Eliza Skelton / Paul Simmons).
"Vermilion" (Eliza Skelton / Paul Simmons).
"Astronomy" (Guy Kyser).
"My Death" (Jacques Brel).

Special thanks go to Julian Fenton, Ben Blake, Briony Dace, Chris Savage-King, Robert Farrar, Geoff Hense, Nick Pynn, Bella Emerson, Gabi Woollgar, Jordan Woollgar, Ella Woollgar, Sue Popper, Brian Mitchell, Steve 'Ollie' Owen and an extra special thank you for the constant support of Hilary and Roy Skelton,

Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9 and 10 were recorded at Mono Studios, Brighton.
"Vermilion" was recorded at Beehive Studios, Middlezoy, Somerset.
Track 11 was recorded at home in the enchanted setting of "Whitehawk", Brighton.

Engineered by Eric Woods
Produced by Eliza Skelton, Paul Simmons & Eric Woods.
Mastered by Dan Burke.
Artwork by Eliza Skelton and Ella Woollgar.

This album is dedicated to the memory of Roy Skelton.

© & ℗ 2012 OH ROY! RECORDS

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Track Name: The Murder Book
Well it's written in blood on the idle road side
When I said I was lost, I was walking on through it all
As though god had my heart and my thirsty soul drank from the grail
and the hunger was gone to the dawn and the daylight.

Cool the fires and turn the night
You was it you, only the first of the few,
Silent and cold it was you forever more.

And this blood is my own running out running through,
With my head in my hands, with the fading of stars,
And from end to end, from the first to the last moment in time,
Is the birth of a sun to the low cries of the dying.

Cool the fires and turn the night
You it was you, opened my eyes and I knew
Follow me love, it was you forever more.

And this blood is my own running out running through,
With my head in my hands, with the fading of stars,
And from end to end, from the first to the last moment in time,
Is the birth of a sun to the low cries of the dying.
Track Name: A Thousand Days
The sunlight casts a shadow into the future for a thousand days
As autumn closes over the few remaining in a summer grave
Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days
Oh autumn's come the land is in a summer grave

The gentle scent of summer will lead your footsteps for a thousand days
As autumn closes over the flower bleeding in a summer grave
Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days
Oh autumn's come love lies bleeding in a summer grave

The sunlight casts a shadow into the future for a thousand days
As autumn closes over the flower bleeding in a summer grave
Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days
Oh autumn's come love lies bleeding in a summer grave
Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days
Oh autumns come lead your footsteps to a summer grave
Lead your footsteps to a summer grave
Lead your footsteps to a summer grave
The land is in a summer grave
In a summer grave
Track Name: The Slippery Slope
The slippery slope, the slippery slope
The broken beads, the slippery slope
The smell of patchouli, the slippery slope
The cats meow, the slippery slope
The whole caboodle, the knotted rope
The silken strings underneath the throat
The fumbling thumbs in the canvas coat
The glint of metal, the slippery slope.


The slippery slope, the slippery slope
The shining glass, the slippery slope
The light in the morning, the slippery slope
The pointed boots, the slippery slope
The endless 'bah!' in the violent smoke
The birds wasing wings in the little bird boat
The tiny twitch on the TV remote
The bloodless tongue, the slippery slope.

The slippery slope, the slippery slope
The hostile thought, the slippery slope
The fenced off garden, the slippery slope
The holding pattern, the slippery slope
The gusting wail of a timeless mope
The poignant warning of a solo note
The warm dark touch of an inside joke
The beaten path.

The bad ol' bears hauled me up the stairs
I didn't say my prayers, the bad ol' bears.
Bad ol' bears.


The slippery slope, the slippery slope
The whole caboodle, the knotted rope
The silken strings underneath the throat
The fumbling thumbs in the canvas coat
The glint of metal.
Track Name: Dog Years
In a garden, full of horses, there's an old green car fallen in
And the roses are all broken
And the neighbouring whore is shouting again.

She said you could lay down in the grass with her
Face down in the flowers
But is there any room left
When she's in love with the world.

Find a picture, of your childhood
Write some date on the back and then throw it away.

For all the places, for all the faces
Let's erase it, 'cause in dog years we're dead anyway.

And we could lay down in the grass with her
Face down in the flowers
But is there any room left
When she's in love with the world.

We could lay down.

In a garden, full of horses, there's an old green car
fallen in.
Track Name: Blood Moon
Through roads and corners
To avenues or doors
Quiet from the nightfall
Gold from the rainfall
The blood moon.

Fairer than a forest
Sweeter than the grave
Calls out from the darkened streets
Under the rain
The blood moon
Falling moon.

Through roads and corners
To avenues or doors
Moving in darkness
Where you were last
And the blood moon
Is calling you.
Track Name: The Tongue Cut Sparrow
Farewell the tongue cut sparrow,
Once laid the horned hand on heavens golden door.
Draw out your wings in silence,
For penitence and virtue is it's own reward.

Oh cruel and empty echoes glide in to stream and ocean,
Feathered ever dark.
Wrapped in your silken casket,
Your soundless song will boldly win a true loves heart.

Farewell, farewell.
Track Name: Vermilion
Drove a fast car, I left the city
The engine echoed out
A vague transmission riding on asphalt
The land is hollow, the land is hollow
50 lovers climbed through the temple
And touched the water
I saw their outlines inside my own
And saw their hands inside my fingers
I'm your angel, I'm your angel
I'm on the way

Lay down the rain transonic lover
Write your name in water
I've got my faith now baby
I'm your angel.

I found a dry point in cold black water
And moontime silence
A fake electric photograph
I wore vermilion, I wore vermilion
Where Desdemona, done out in moxa, hung out in pictures
And dreamed a fish woman cocooned in scale
She drew the water, she talked to water

I'm your angel, I'm on the way

Lay down the rain transonic lover
Write your line in water
iIve on rebirth now baby
I'm your angel

I'm your angel, I'm coming home

Lay down the rain transonic lover
Write your time with water
I've on religion now baby
I'm your angel.
Track Name: Cold Hand
I'm just waiting for
A cold hand at my door
With no sense of timing
A cold hand at my door.

Little flowers, blue and white
Forget my fright
Dry days, dark hours
A cold hand, and a cold, cold heart.

They used to say what are we waiting for?

I'm just waiting for
A cold hand at my door.
Track Name: The Dream of the Nightjar
Far in the woodland beneath the spreading cedars
Lying still among the acorns and the ferns,
Over his head he hears the pretty dreams of nightars,
Under his back the earth is quickening into red.

with my gun at my side
I am called pride.

Oh bow the psalteries and play a death psalm for me
Send me young women for to sing away my grief
Strike out a stready beat and lift me high in camphored linen
Hoist me to my grave and march with me by daylight

With my gun at my side
I am called pride.

The slaughtered bones of saints lay shattered on the mountains,
The truth of every man lay writeen in the stones
The moans of every mother echo through the rocks and grasses
As he rests beneath the spreading cedars and his eyes close

With my gun at my side
I am called pride.