1. |
Travellers
03:20
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Travellers
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2011)
[Lockup your doors, keep your women inside
When the travellers come
Don't buy a thing, they'll take you for a ride
When the travellers come
Of course there is no prejudice implied
When the travellers come]
A summer afternoon with the rain beating down
Every one was surprised
Rumour shot around the whole of the town
As soon as they arrived
[]
They settled in the field and then sat about
The word went whispering round
For all our sakes we'd better get 'em out
From that common ground
[]
There'll be trouble soon everybody said
With them all being here
The law were called, to get rid
The charges were unclear
[]
They moved down the road to another place to rest
Muttering started a-gain
To move them on would be for the best
For peace they search in vain
[We're all going to Appleby Fair
When the travellers come
A spectacle beyond compare
When the travellers come
It's their festival, but we'll be there
When the travellers come
It's their festival, but WE'LL all be there
When the travellers come]
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2. |
Shades
04:03
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Shades
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
[Green yellow brown
Amber russet red
The shades of autumn turning
Turning in my head]
Withered leaves are falling
Piles upon the ground
Windswept whirling dervish
Swirls the hues around
Nature's colour palette
Splashed across the trees
Mixes subtle pigments
As far as the eye can see
[]
Sudden flash of ochre
Strewn across the leaves
As discarded fragments
Are spinning in the breeze
The birch its silver rustles
Glistening maple chromed
Shimmering branches moving
Exposing hidden tones
[]
Oak trees turning yellow
(With) gold horse chestnuts tinged
The smoking flames of autumn
Have forest branches singed
Copper beech is dappled
Wisteria's purple hue
Holly's scarlet berries
Echo-ing the yew
[]
Slowly tints are changing
Pigments on the turn
Discarded leaves are scattered
Then gathered up to burn
Finally the smoke wraiths
Ascend from blazing fire
Licking flames of bonfires
Echo autumn's funeral pyre
[] x 3 ....
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3. |
Travelling On
02:01
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Travelling On
Ken Punshon
2009
It started in the dead of night
A searing flash of brilliant light
But everything would be alright
For I'd be travelling on
Right away t'was time to learn
And that was lots of fun
But all it did was cause a yearn
To keep on travelling on
After that, the start of work
Meant more learning too
It was a job I didn't shirk
So it kept me travelling on
Now at last the job has finished
Now that I'm retired
The lust to learn is undiminished
To keep me travelling on.
Thursday's child has far to go
But I've not got there yet
There is one thing I surely know
That I'll keep travelling on
When at last the dark returns
When I reach journey's end
The one thing that my heart it yearns
Is just keep travelling on.
Just keep travelling on.
Just keep travelling on.
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4. |
Ombrelle
04:08
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Ombrelle
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
<>
[She puzzles my thoughts and drifts through my dreams
Who she is I cannot tell
The one thing I know, she's not what she seems
La femme a l'ombrelle]
<>
First saw her watching boats on the sea
From the terrace at Sainte-Adresse
Then she appeared standing under a tree
In chiffon she was dressed
An impression of her there, on the cliff at Pourville
Watching the scudding waves
In the red poppy field near Argenteuil
My heart became enslaved
[]
<>
She's walked many times in the meadows with the flowers
Hiding in the shadow of the trees
And while all the colours my eye devours
She drifts fascinatingly
Appearing once again when she turned left and right
With flowers around her feet
The sun on her dress, such a beautiful sight
My heart skipped a beat
[]
<>
Under the poplars, the sunlight effect
Captures my emotions a-gain
White crinoline 'gainst the flowers - perfect
The memory I retain
Finally I knelt down there on my knees
Framing her against the sky
White fluffy clouds, rustling chemise
Always in my mind's eye
[She puzzles my thoughts and drifts through my dreams
Who she is I cannot tell
The one thing I know, she's not what she seems
La femme a l'ombrelle
The one thing I know, she's not what she seems
La femme a l'ombrelle]
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5. |
Lazy Daze
04:30
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Lazy Daze
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
Cricket team on village green
The whack of willow on ball
Local damsels flounce and preen
Trying to woo us all
County shows with flower displays
Marmalades, fruit and veg
Summer balls where violins play
Where the troths are pledged
[We float away in shimmering haze
The sultry heat beats down
Summer afternoon, the lazy daze
Of England's renown]
<>
Woods, treehouses, fields and caves
Children hide and seek
Then they start making waves
In the muddy creek
Quoits and croquet, tennis and bowls
Upon the rich green lawn
Sleeping granddad's tongue lolls
Even grandma yawns
[]<>
Barbeques and cold buffets
Scones with strawberry jam
Cold, cold, drinks on silver trays
Drink them while you can
Morris men, and country dance
Rides in horse and trap
See the ponies trip and prance
While the bulldogs yap
[]<>
Summer flowers in large bouquets
Flutes of bubbling fizz
Ice cream, and fruit sundaes
The after-dinner quiz
In the paddock, upon the pond
Model boats sail free
In the deckchairs parents are fond
Of delightful cups of tea
[]
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6. |
Special Delivery
03:05
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Special Delivery
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
[He rides the wind, he roams the night
Translucent cloak and steed of white
Haunting sound and eerie light
The spectral highwayman]
Starting life as a minor thief
Drifted like mist on moor and heath
Those he met would come to grief
(They'd) Stand and deliver
[]
For years he ruled the Great North Road
Up to the coaches bold he strode
With pistols drawn (and) then he crowed
(Please) Stand and deliver
[]
The soldiers caught him, hanged him high
Waited there for him die
As he passed they heard him cry
(You'll ) stand and deliver
[]
His ghost's appeared, throughout the years
Preying on the people's fears
Then amidst the floods of tears
(They'd) Stand and deliver
[]
Sometimes seen on the road today
In pouring rain and blinding spray
Listen carefully, he'll still say
Stand and deliver
[]
So take great care behind the wheel
Else your fate he'll surely seal
Your money or your life he'll steal
(You'll ) Stand and deliver
[] (x2)
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7. |
Blackheart
03:30
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Blackheart
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2011)
[Glass on the hard shoulder
Van collides with pole
Bruised battered and shaken
Dazed but both still whole]
TWO GUITARS THEY'RE PLAYING; singing songs to all their fans
FAME is steadily GROWING, they're known, ACROSS THE LAND
UK tour performing, DRIVING round all over the place
MILES a plenty TRAVELLING, 'tween gigs AT FURIOUS PACE
[]
Heading HOME ONE EVENING, driving up the motorway
Another SUCCESSFUL GIG, another SUCCESSFUL DAY
HAPPILY THEY'RE CHATTING as they're wending their way home
Suddenly a STEP INTO THE UNKNOWN
[]
Just in FRONT A LORRY SWERVING, in that moment danger looms
Out of control, THE VAN OVERTURNS
Shocked nerves now twitching, (but) FATE IS SMILING on the scene
Both of them now WALKING, out THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN
[]
BLACK AND BLUE, both battered; fortune smiled on the scene
MEMORIES still strident - WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
Several DAYS OF shaking and BAD DREAMS overnight
Slowly IMPROVING; it's going TO BE ALRIGHT
[]
Once AGAIN they're touring, THE WHEELS ARE TURNING round and round
MUSIC is thriving ON THE REBOUND
FRIENDS AND FANS REJOICING glad that they did survive
And for them both IT'S GOOD TO BE ALIVE
[Glass we now are raising
Van quished the bad dreams
Brews we now are drinking
(to)
Days that will have been]
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8. |
Patterns
02:58
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Patterns
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2011)
Patterns and wheel tracks in the snow
Taking my mind where it don't want to go
Not really there, that much I know
[ I see patterns in the sand
Patterns of cloud on the land
Patterns I can't understand
These patterns everywhere ]
<>
Looking for patterns in numbers that call
Seeing them there in the bricks in the wall
Even the raindrops during a squall
[] <>
Dark constellations amongst the stars
Arrangements of bottles behind the bars
Places I see them, sometimes bizarre
Where are these patterns showing now
Moss on the trees, recurring events
Surely just not coincidence
Totally random, it doesn't make sense
[] <>
Searching for patterns with Rorscharch blots
Psychiatrist says if I have or have not
The power to understand what is my lot
[I see patterns in the sand
Patterns of cloud on the land
Patterns they've got out of hand
These patterns (I see)
Patterns in the sand
Patterns of cloud on the land
Patterns I can't understand
These patterns everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
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9. |
Lay Me Down
03:26
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Lay Me Down
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2011)
[Lay me down and help me sleep
Lay me down, lay me down
What dreams may I then reap
When you've laid me down]
When a babe is tired and starts to cry
You'll sing to them a lullaby
Their demands you cannot deny
(You'll just) Lay them down
[]
When I'm restless in the night
Praying for return of light
The one thing to do that's right
Is just lay me down
[]
Through the hours of toil and strain
I need you in my arms again
Gentle like the summer rain
I'll just lay you down
[]
Ease my thoughts, let my dreams run free
And give some peace and quiet to me
So I ask you now, to hear my plea
And just lay me down
[]x2
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10. |
Olive Branch
03:06
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Olive Branch
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2011)
Atop the arid dusty slope an olive tree serene
Stands soaking in the shimmering heat just as it's always been
Searching for the sparse moisture deep within the soil
It sucks it up into the fruit to give the gift of oil
[And the olive branch trembles in the wind]
Around about the armies fought since dim and distant past
But still the tree so regal stood its question quietly asked
Men came and went, they took its oil, but still the olive toiled
Standing there and watching them, fighting for the spoils
[And the olive branch trembles in the wind]
Who knows, one day peace may reign within this troubled land
Let's all hope and pray some day it will
From the oil we'll make a balm to soothe these bloodied hands
Even though the branch will tremble still
In modern times it carries on, as tides of fortune turn
Through many years, time and again, we never seem to learn
The olive tree keeps swaying there, its counsel holding mute
Pouring oil on troubled waters, each and all dispute(s)
[And the olive branch trembles in the wind]
One day battles may be done wars come to end
But still the gift of olive oil the peaceful tree will send
Until that day we can but pray we all give peace a chance
To brothers and the fighting men offer an olive branch
[And the olive branch trembles in the wind]
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11. |
Winter Follows Summer
01:20
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Winter Follows Summer
Ken Punshon
Words 1970, Melody 2009
As I sit here in maths this morn
And while away the hours
My thoughts spring out to summer
To sunshine and new flowers
I long to hold my love's sweet hand
To walk along the lanes
As soft sweet summer breezes
Blow away life's weary chains
What cares have we when hand in hand
We stroll life's twisting street
And hear the sound behind us
Of gaily tripping feet
Thus gamely do we struggle on
Until at last we die
And then together side by side
Till eternity we lie.
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12. |
Vinyl
05:33
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Vinyl
Chris Pyam and Ken Punshon (2011)
[All around the room she carries, vinyl in her arms
While in her mind she hears the songs
Her fingers tracing round, following the grooves
Remembering the good times that have gone]
Through all her childhood years, hour after hour
Practising solos in her room
To Bjorling and to Gigli her heart she'd given freely
Slowly her own talent bloomed
[]
In her head she always heard great voices of the past
It was them that kept her living all alone
Her life of liberetto, only living for the song
Hid a tragedy of love unknown
[]
The sepia tints of memory flooding through the room
Colouring the world that she saw
Crumbling paper tokens of concerts once renowned
Of the days when her name was held in awe
[]
Tea-stains on the carpet, faded pictures in their frames
Furniture both worn and frayed
Gone are the good times, but she still has memories
Memories of the good times never fade
[All around the room she carries, vinyl in her arms
While in her mind she hears the songs
Her fingers tracing round, following the grooves
Remembering the good times that have gone
Remembering the good times that have gone
Remembering the good times that have gone]
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13. |
Pax
02:42
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Pax
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
Pax wo bis cum
Pax wo bis cum
Pax wo bis cum
Wo bis cum
{Into canon}
As-Salamu `Alayk(um)
As-Salamu `Alayk(um)
As-Salamu `Alayk(um)
Alayk(um)
Pa-che tu-tu-ror
Pace tuturor
Pace tuturor
Tuturor
Shalom aleichem
Shalom aleichem
Shalom aleichem
Aleichem
Sli-em gha-li-kom
Sliem ghalikom
Sliem ghalikom
Ghalikom
Peace be with you
Peace be with you
Peace be with you
With you
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14. |
Voyager
04:26
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Voyager
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam
Thirty years or more ago
Driven by the need to know
Setting off for other worlds
Never to return
[Search ing
Out amongst the stars
Drift ing
Out amongst the stars]
Five years work, or so they planned
Duration changed when reprogrammed
All four giants and their moons
Magnetic fields and rings
[]
Free, at last, the wind has gone
Now just the dark, for long eons
Still turning, still looking
Carrying the plaque
[]
The copper disk that's plated gold
Carrying the story to be told
The images and natural sounds
The music and the words
[]
When the human race has gone
We will still be drifting on
Passing on their greetings
If we're ever found
[Search ing
Out amongst the stars
Drift ing
Out amongst the stars
Voyager
Out amongst the stars]
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Thursday's Child UK
Thursday's Child was born on a Monday (August Bank Holiday 2009)!
Chris Pyam and
Ken Punshon got together to try out a couple of ideas for songs. That afternoon they created about eight songs; since then over 100 more have emerged, with a few more 'bubbling away'.
Heather Dunn joined us in Nov 13 to contribute additional harmonies during the creation of our third album (Carry My Thoughts).
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