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The songs of Louis de Berni​è​res - Vol​.​1, with The Bookshop Band

by Louis de Bernières

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1.
Fallen Angel 03:55
C Am G It was always easy loving you C Am G The only thing I still knew how to do C G You made me young and proud C G I sang your praises loud Am G Am Though I was just a fugitive from hell. C F G C G (x2) I remember you before you were a fallen angel I learned to live with memories I still feel your vibrance in the breeze You brought me light and laughter Never thought of what came after Sleeping with a fugitive from hell. I lived on fantasy and hope I hanged myself with too much tangled rope It’s strange how you esteemed me Innocence and joy redeemed me Although I was a fugitive from hell. There never was a reason to my rhyme I threw away my lovers and my time Impulse took me into treason Loyalty for just a season When I was a fugitive from hell.
2.
Dm7 – Em7 – Dm7- C. Dm7 – Em7 – Dm7 - Am C Gm C My Lady Constancy, where are you going? G7 Am The sun is sinking low and the moon is rising Dm G7 C Must you leave him now, My Lady Constancy. Why must you try to keep from showing The cancer in your soul that keeps on growing? Must you spare his heart, my Lady Constancy? Don’t you think he knows his star is fading? The sand ran through his hands, now none remaining. He’s a pebble in your shoe, My Lady Constancy. Once upon a day so fine for sailing So close he hove to you, your decks locked railings. His boats are lost at sea, My Lady Constancy. Of the crime of innocence he finds you guilty. Himself he does convict of abandoned duty He must be punished more, and so you set him free. My Lady Constancy, the mist is rolling. The valley soon will be enrobed in mourning. The birds lay by their song, My Lady Constancy. Dm G7 Am A nightingale sings on, My Lady.
3.
Double Toll 03:22
C G F C The maple leaves are fading on the walls where they are pinned Dm G She sent them back from Canada with love from her to him C G F G She’s been too long too far away and how could she presume Am F E7 Such gifts would reach the heart of him when her shadow Am has left the room Outside in the courtyard where the rooftops meet the dawn He’s thinking of the ways in which a love might be foresworn And in that sulphur atmosphere where smoke obscures the sun You’ll pardon his confusion as to which way his wounded soul should run She hitches up her rucksack takes a greyhound to the south She tries to put to paper words that stumble in her mouth But he’s way back in Babylon and how could she have known Such words don’t reach the heart of one grown used to sleep alone. She wakes him up one morning, yes she takes him by surprise He sees her hair about her face and love still in her eyes He takes her in his arms and hopes no look or word betrays The sense of what they might have lost since golden glory days. One day he comes to see her and he’s someone else’s clown He takes a course in heartbreak in a sleepy midlands town He takes the Devil’s good advice and gambles with his soul And he’s on the kind of highway where you pay a double toll. F G C G C And he pays and he pays and he pays a double toll.
4.
Em Am Em She said one day we would waltz, waltz Am Em Waltz by the Lakes of the Moon Em Am Em She hired the man with a blonde violin Am G And taught him the notes of our tune C G C G Waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz C Am Waltz for the man with a gun in his hand G F E Who is looking for God in the smoke C Am Waltz for the man for the first time in love G F E Who has missed the last line of the joke C G C G Waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz C Am C Am And she said my darling for ever for ever G Am We’ll waltz as they do in Vienna. We waltzed away waltz waltz She danced with a rent in her dress She twirled for the man with the blonde violin And she smiled for the boys in distress Waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz We danced from England to Ireland to France To Tunis Morocco and Spain We danced though the heat of the tropical nights And we danced in the New England rain Waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz And sometimes sometimes sometimes together We waltzed as they do in Vienna. She said one day waltz waltz There was a new dance to begin With the more handsome man who was younger and stronger Who bowed on the blonde violin Waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz She said my love I have given you years And more years will soften your pain So they danced away and the years passed away Before I would see her again Waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz waltz And she said that never never never Had they waltzed as they do in Vienna. C Am And she’d said goodbye C Am My lover don’t cry G Am To the man with the blonde violin (x 4)
5.
Strange Time 03:39
B F# The flowers are frozen into stone E B And the fog is swirling crazy B F# The thirteenth of the month falls on a friday E B And you said you would stand by me A B I travelled many miles to meet your train A B You’re heartsick and you’re coming home again. C#m B C#m B But it’s a strange, it’s a strange, it’s a strange, it’s a strange C#m B It’s a strange time to journey down. The moon is hidden by the mist I can’t tell which of the phases A hangman is tattooed upon my wrist And the crystal foretells new places We travel through our lives without regret Love flickers and she burns our fingers yet. The huntsman in the forest winds his horn And the deer run to avoid him Many men are never truly born Many living are truly dead or dying We were running to escape the living dead We ran the way the shining highway lead.
6.
Am G F Am Sold to the slaver for thirty sovereigns gold Am G F Am I waste my time and work for no reward Dm C Growing weary growing old G Before my time Take away my youth to burn on useless tasks Take away my face provide me grinning masks Conceal my hatred conceal my boredom In my best years. Yes I can live just a little bit longer Gather in my energy and come on just a little bit stronger And it’s for you for you again That I stay sane G Am Before my time
7.
C, G, F, C, Dm, C O the death of your love affair He will catch you asleep He sits on his haunches preparing to leap So watch out for your love affair (3x) You can lay a false trail, Leave snares in your track But he hides in the archway With an axe for your back So watch out for your love affair He’s an emerald eyed devil Who feeds on your fear He proposes a walk by the precipice And shouts ‘jump’ in your ear So watch out for your love affair He’s a golden armed gambler Who deals in false hope He’s the wandering hangman Who will sell you the rope So watch out for your love affair The ghost of your love affair Keeps you watchful by night He’ll return to remind you What you did wrong or right So watch out for your love affair domine recordare et resurgat quiem de morte transire Deus libera me vulneratumque tristem Amore
8.
Em, D, G, C, D, G, Em, D, G, C, D, G, C, G, D, G Hungry for your body as the desert craves the rain I am on the drawbridge at your castle gate again And if I were a public man with riches to my name I’d abandon house and land and all my claims to fame For one short life (3x) of your embraces Joshua and trumpeters made city walls fall down And Alexander wept for lack of even more renown But if I were a conqueror with armies in my train I would bid them plough the fields and let my empire wane For I would live (3x) in peace with my lady The Angel of Innocence took me by the hand Led me where the ocean billows make love to the land Now if you are a man of peace why do you wear a sword? Why must you offer sacrifice to satisfy your lord In the battle of (3x) man and woman? Louise and her beauty call me by my name But still it’s in your service that your servant must remain And if you were to cut his chains and send him on his way His freedom would escape from him and captive he would stay To be once more (3x) in your sweet service.
9.
River Water 03:39
10.
C G F C I came across a drunkard with trench mud on his shoes C G F C He was singing to an empty street where the killers leave no clues Dm7 C G Am And all around the rain wept down for lovers both here and gone Dm7 C G Am And the song was for the many who have never found the One Am – C – Dm7- G. Am- Dm+4 &–7 - G - C I said O holy drunkard I am perplexed and I’m confused I have knelt before every altar and I have always been refused He said my child I am a soldier I can heal you with my gun It’s a mercy to the many who have never found the One I said I will kneel before you can caress me with your sword I will yield myself in sacrifice to whoever is the Lord He said my child don’t hasten it will come to everyone It comes both to the many and to the few who find the One We left that soldier in the rain with his Holy Book and his gun I heard him raise his hymn again to the prize so seldom won Who knows if any god defends what you and I begun Two more tarnished knights at arms who are questing for the One Who knows if any god defends what you and I begun Dm C G Two more wounded refugees who wonder F C If the other might be the One.
11.
CDG, CGD, CDG, CGD, CDEm, D, Em, C, D, G, C, G, D, G, Em, D, G You and your lover the famous Siamese twins You can’t tell where one ends and the other begins It’s a long way to go it’s a long dusty road I know (x2) But you and your lover you just let the wheels run slow Hey Lady welcome to my door You brought your lover with you And that’s never happened before. But that’s alright, yes that’s alright It’s a bizarre situation, but that’s what the midnight is for. You and your lover bought a car and a flat And you talk about furniture and your Siamese cat It’s a long way to go it’s a long dusty road I know (x2) But you and lover you’ve got one another in tow Hey lady welcome to my door You brought your lover with you Is she really going to sleep on the floor? But that’s alright, yes that’s alright, It’s a bizarre situation but that’s what the midnight is for.
12.
G G/F# Close the shutters. Put out the light, C G Place one candle on the shelf. B7 Em See, we are young again. Our malformations, all life’s etchings in our flesh are gone Are evened out, engoldened Softened by shadow. Your hair smells sweet, your head in the crook of my arm, Your hand upon my chest. We’ll lie like this until the candle dies And then, in the dark, lie face to face. They’ll glitter like moonlight on water Our old, experienced eyes.

about

I was a teenager at a time when the only ways you could get a girlfriend were by either having a car, or playing the guitar, or preferably both. It was the heyday of the singer songwriter, and boys like me wanted to be Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, Tom Paxton, Ralph McTell, and Leonard Cohen (and there were so many others), whilst the girls wanted to grow their hair long, dress in smocks, and sing Joan Baez or Joanie Mitchell songs. There was no-one who didn’t sing ‘Suzanne’, ‘The Last Thing on My Mind’, ‘Blowing In The Wind’, and ‘The Streets of London’.

Most quite quickly lost the faith, put on ties, and went off to become sensible and responsible, but many of us had fallen in love with the guitar, and never fell out again. We’re the ‘Sad Old Bastards With Guitars’ celebrated by Terence Blacker in his eponymous song.

I used to play in folk clubs, where the people hated you for being able to read music. In the few clubs inexplicably left, they still do. I played (once) in what I think was the first punk band (Irreparable Brain Damage), and I tried to become a rock star in Ipswich, in a band called Isis, who at that time was a glamorous ancient Egyptian Goddess. Then I gave up doing my songs in public, and later, for about ten years, was on the road performing instrumental music and poetry with a gang called The Antonius Players. The stage fright and the sheer frustration of endless days on the road made my head ring, and it was incompatible with being a good father. The fingers of my right hand stopped working, and I quit.

Over the years I gradually got the hand working again, and then Ben and Beth of The Bookshop Band eavesdropped in the early morning as I played one of my oldest songs to myself, and thanks to them this album was conceived. They are responsible for its production, and for much of its arranging and performance. The songs keep coming, and if I were Californian I would be a believer in Angelic Intervention, and Ben and Beth would be the two tatterdemalion angels I’d believe in.

I am a poet as well as a storyteller, and a snob too. I have rules for songwriting;

1) No fake American accent.
2) No fake sob in the voice.
3) No pretending to be working class or
anything other than I am.
4) No bad grammar, and especially
no ‘ain’ts’.
5) No pointless vocalising, and especially
no scat.
6) No dumbing down.
7) No exhausted metaphors and
clapped-out clichés.
8) Others that I will remember when it
is too late to include them here.

I am sixty two at the time of writing. I am no longer confident of living forever, and I know what I want to leave behind me. I leave my poetry to my children, Robin and Sophie, so that they might know their father’s heart, and I leave them these songs so that they can know my voice. If, gentle reader, you are intending to listen to this album, you will be eavesdropping, but that is how it should be, and you’re welcome.

Louis de Bernières
Sunday 10th September, 2017

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released September 28, 2018

All songs by Louis de Bernières.
Additional arrangements: Beth Porter & Ben Please
Produced by The Bookshop Band & Louis de Bernières
Recording and mixing Engineer: Ben Please
Additional recording: David Booth
Cover photo and sleeve design: Ben Please

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He used to perform in folk clubs back in the day when there were still ancient sailors with huge white beards who sang long ballads about maidens with ‘buttocks so fine’, but not until recently did he feel confident about performing his own songs in public. He was ‘discovered’ by the Bookshop Band, and their encouragement helped reduce both his terror and his imposter syndrome. ... more

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