Crumbling Ghost - II

by Crumbling Ghost

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'fresh sounding and richly entertaining... II is a triumph' - Ninehertz

'powerful and unsettling... Anybody interested in the uncanny zone of slippage between musical cultures and times occupied by artists as diverse as The Unthanks, Belbury Poly and Rose Kemp will find much to love in this album' - The Quietus

'a brilliant exploration of the menace lurking at the heart of the English pastoral. Forget wickerman folk, say hello to pitchfork prog.' - Classic Rock Presents PROG

'The album is original and unrestrained in its approach, they are not about revivalism they’re about renewal.' - Folk Radio UK

credits

released 19 June 2013

Tracks I/II/IV/VI/VIII/IX- Recorded April 2012 at Holy Mountain Recording Studio, Hackney by Misha Herring
Tracks III/V/VII- Recorded July 2011 at One Cat Studio Brixton by Jon Clayton
Mastered by Jon Clayton
Additonal Synth on Track I by Misha Herring.
Artwork by Hannah Cheesbrough

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Track Name: The Good Old Way
Lift up your hearts, Emmanuel's friends,
And taste the pleasure Jesus sends,
Let nothing cause you to delay,
But hasten in the good old way.
For I have a sweet hope of glory in my soul,
I have a sweet hope of glory in my soul,
For I know I have, and I feel I have,
A sweet hope of glory in my soul.
Our conflicts here, though great they be,
Shall not prevent our victory,
If we but strive and watch and pray,
Like soldiers in the good old way,
Though Satan may his powers employ,
Our happiness for to destroy,
Yet never fear, we'll gain the day,
By marching in the good old way,
Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend,
Remember glory is at the end,
Our God will wipe our tears away,
When we have run the good old way,
And far beyond this mortal shore,
We'll meet with those who have gone before,
And shout to think we have gained the day,
By marching in the good old way.
Track Name: Poor Murdered Woman
It was Yanky the Squire as I've heard say,
Who rode out a-hunting on one Saturday,
They hunted all day but nothing they found,
But a poor murdered woman lay on the cold ground.
About eight o'clock, boys, our dogs they throwed off,
On Leatherhead Common, and that was the spot,
They tried all the bushes but nothing they found,
But a poor murdered woman lay on the cold ground.
They whipped off their dogs and they kept them away,
For I do think it proper that she have fair play,
They tried all the bushes but nothing they found,
But a poor murdered woman lay on the cold ground.
They mounted their horses and rode off the ground,
And rode to the village and alarmed all around,
“It is late in the evening, I'm sorry to say,
She cannot be removed until the next day.”
The next Sunday morning about eight o'clock,
Some hundreds of people to the spot they did flock,
to see this poor creature, your heart would have bled,
Some cold and some violence came into their heads.
She was took off the Common and down to some inn,
And the man who has kept it, his name was John Sims,
The Coroner was sent for, the jury they joined,
And soon they concluded, they settled their mind.
Her coffin was brought - in it she was laid,
And took to the churchyard that is called Leatherhead,
No mother, no father, no friend I am told,
Came to see this poor creature laid under the mould.
Track Name: Reynardine
One evening as I rambled amongst the springing thyme,
I overheard a young woman converse with Reynardine.
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue, her mouth as red as wine,
And he smiled as he looked upon her, did this sly bold Reynardine.
And she says, “Young man, be civil, my company forsake,
For to my good opinion I fear you are a rake.”
And he said, “My dear, well I am no rake brought up in Venus' train,
But I'm searching for concealment all from the judge's men.”
And her cherry cheeks and her ruby lips they lost their former dye,
And she's fell into his arms there all on the mountain high.
And they hadn't kissed but once or twice till she came to again,
And it's modestly she asked him, “Pray tell to me your name.”
“Well, if by chance you ask for me, perhaps you'll not me find,
I'll be in my green castle, enquire for Reynardine.”
It's day and night she followed him, his teeth so bright did shine,
And he led her over the mountain, did the sly bold Reynardine
Track Name: All Things Are Quite Silent
All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest,
When me and my true love lay snug in one nest,
When a bold set of ruffians broke into our cave,
And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt wave.
I begged hard for my darling as I would for my life,
But they'd not listen to me although a fond wife,
Saying: The king must have sailors, to the seas he must go,
And they left me lamenting in sorrow and woe.
Through green fields and meadows we oftimes have walked,
And the fond recollections together have talked,
Where the lark and the blackbird so sweetly did sing,
And the lovely thrushes' voices made the valleys to ring.
Now although I'm forsaken, I won't be cast down,
Who knows but my true love some day may return,
And will make me amends for my trouble and strife,
And me and my true love might live happy for life.