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Mind the Gap

by Rebsie Fairholm

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1.
Round Window 04:41
I wish I could swim the river (Singing for a ring of roses Shrapnel beads are raindrops that fall) I wish I could breathe it forever (Clustering down from a glowering sky Crater to crater the trespassers crawl) Behind the green rimmed mirror Postcards pinned to the wall Come unstuck at the edges And the night starts to fall Changes are gathering quickly In from the western sky He watches through the round window Fast moving clouds going by The house murmurs on its foundations As a passing train Rattles the blue and white china Above the noise of the rain
2.
Cold blows the wind to my true love And gently drops the rain I only had but one true love In greenwood he lies slain I'll do as much for my true love As any young maid may I'll sit and mourn all on his grave For twelve months and one day When twelve months and one day was past The ghost began to speak Why sit you here all on my grave And will not let me sleep? There's one thing that I want, sweetheart There's one thing that I crave And that is a kiss from your lily white lips Then I'll go from your grave My lips they are as cold as the clay My breath smells earthly strong And if you kiss my cold grey lips Your days they won't be long Go fetch me water from the desert And blood from out of a stone Go fetch me the milk from a fair maid's breast A young man never has known 'Twas down in yonder garden Where you and I would walk The fairest flower that ever I saw Is withered to a stalk The stalk is withered and dry, sweetheart And the flower will never return And since I lost my own true love What can I do but yearn? When shall we meet again, sweetheart When shall we meet again? When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees Are green and spring up again Weep not for me my own true love Mourn not for me, I pray But make yourself content my love Till God calls you away
3.
Dh'iath ceò nan stùc mu aodann Chùilinn Is sheinn a' bhean-shìth a torman mulaid Gorm shùilean ciùin 's an dùn a' sileadh O'n thriall thu bhuainn 's nach till thu tuilleadh Cha till, cha till, cha till MacCriomain An cogadh no sìth cha till e tuilleadh Le airgiod no nì cha till MacCriomain Cha till e gu bràth gu latha na cruinne Tha osag nam beann gu fann ag imeachd Gach sruthan 's gach allt gu mall le bruthach Tha ealtainn nan speur feadh gheugan dubhach A' caoidh gun dh'fhalbh 's nach till thu tuilleadh
4.
Latha dhomh 's mi buain a'choirce Gheàrr mi beum 's cha robh e socair Refrain: Horo sna hoir ri ri o Hi ri ri ri horo eile Horo sna hoir ri ri o Gheàrr mi beum 's cha robh e socair Ghèarr mi mo ghlùn is leig mi osna Ghèarr mi mo ghlùn is leig mi osna Shuidh mi air uachdair a'ghoirtein Shuidh mi air uachdair a'ghoirtein Dh'fheuch am faicinn fear do choltais Dh'fheuch am faicinn fear do choltais Fear 'chùil duinn 's nan gruaidhean dosrach Fhaoilinn bhig a shnamhas an caolas Beir mo shoraidh bhuam gu'm leannain
5.
Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied you don't know what you're missing Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you She smiled and replied then you'd say I'd misled you If all the young girls were hares on the mountain If all the young girls were hares on the mountain How many young men would take guns and go hunting If young girls could sing like blackbirds and thrushes If young girls could sing like blackbirds and thrushes How many young men would go beating the bushes If all the young girls were like rushes a-growing If all the young girls were like rushes a-growing How many young men would take scythes and go mowing If all the young girls were fish in the water If all the young girls were fish in the water How many young men would undress and swim after
6.
Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever. Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass. The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!
7.
Leafblower 03:41
First day of autumn when the trees are turning gold The man next door goes out to blow some leaves (Leafblower) Early in the autumn when the leaves begin to fall (Leafblower) My neighbour gets his blower out and drives me up the wall (Leafblower) Humming and a-whining as the leaves fly through the air (Leafblower) Spoiling my recordings till I'm going bloody spare Can't use a rake like everybody else Pointless powertools give him his kicks Likes to piss the neighbours off by making loads of noise Wasting electricity to get his fix (Leafblower) Blowing to the left hand side and blowing to the right (Leafblower) Blowing back the other way to shove them out of sight (Leafblower) Blowing up the garden path and blowing down the street (Leafblower) Leaves are splatted on my car and get stuck on my feet First day of autumn when the trees are turning gold Visions fly like leaves in front of me Autumn days when the grass is jewelled And the neighbour's hung from the chestnut tree (Leafblower) Blowing under privet hedge and over flower bed (Leafblower) I want to grab a garden spade and whack him round the head (Leafblower) Blowing on the patio and blowing on the grass (Leafblower) I'd like to take that blower thing and shove it up his arse
8.
Sleeping in my bed Dreams run through my head I dreamed you were Playing with my hair Fine fine sparrow Fine fine horseman Rain falls, wind roars All the folks are indoors We came through a ford Riding over the moors Your dreams among my dreams Are blue seas among sunbeams Shades of yellow, shades of green These are your dreams among my dreams Morning to you, farming man Here's to your heart, your family and land I'll lay down a ring and a golden band On a field for a ride around Morning likewise, maiden and man My family is dead, my heart is in the ground I have no land This is no time for a farming man Sleeping in my bed Strange thoughts are running through my head I dreamed you were Playing with my hair
9.
Geordie 05:05
As I went over London Bridge One misty morning early I overheard a fair pretty maid Lamenting for her Geordie Come bridle me my milk white horse Come bridle me my pony That I may ride to London's court To plead for the life of Geordie And when she entered in the hall There was lords and ladies plenty Down on her bended knees she fell To plead for the life of Geordie Oh Geordie stole no cow nor calf Nor sheep he never stole any But he stole sixteen of the king's wild deer And sold them in Bohenny The judge looked over his left shoulder And said I'm sorry for thee My fair pretty maid, you've come too late For he's condemned already Let Geordie hang in golden chains Such chains as never was any Because he came of the royal blood And courted a virtuous lady I wish I was in yonder grove Where times I have been many With my broad sword and pistol too I'd fight for the life of Geordie
10.
Julia Dream 03:20
11.
My young love said to me "my mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind" And she laid her hand on me and this she did say Oh it will not be long, love, till our wedding day Then she went away from me and she moved through the fair And fondly I watched her move here and move there And then she went onward, just one star awake Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake Last night she came to me, my dead love came in So softly she came, her feet made no din And she laid her hand on me and this she did say "Oh it will not be long, love, till our wedding day"

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Dark and haunting English psych-folk piped in from the Otherworld.

My debut album "Mind The Gap" features a mixture of lovingly recycled traditional songs and stuff written or co-written with friends: fiddle, mandolin and 12-string guitar, Irish pipes and other lovely stuff in a heady psych-folk mix. Musicians appearing on the album include Steáfán Hannigan (uillean pipes), Martyn Kember-Smith (electric fiddle), Steve Lang (guitars), Jason Gazda (didgeridoo) and William Shaw (mandolin/fiddle), Phideaux Xavier (guitar) and Molly Ruttan (drums).

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released July 1, 2007

Rebsie Fairholm: voice, 12-string guitar, electric guitar, lever harp, piano, drones, bodhran, whistle, bass, electric mandolin, jingly things
William Shaw: mandolin, fiddle, slide guitar
Steve Lang: additional guitars
Martyn Kember-Smith: electric fiddle
Jason Gazda: didgeridoo
Steáfán Hannigan: uillean pipes

The song Leafblower was kindly produced by Gabriel Moffat and features
Phideaux Xavier: guitars
Molly Ruttan: drums

Cover artwork: "Fall From Grace", a quilt design by Jeri Riggs.

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Rebsie Fairholm Cheltenham, UK

Haunting psych-folk inspired by the English landscape and the spirits of the ancestors. I play 12-string guitar, harp, piano, cornamuse, whistle and whatever else comes to hand. Now working full time with Marvin B Naylor.

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