All The Ghosts

by Gwyneth Herbert

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    24bit - 44.1kHz download
    Avaiable in: WAV, FLAC, ALAC (Apple Lossless), AAC, Ogg Vorbis, MP3 and AIFF.

      £8 GBP  or more

     

1.
03:37
2.
3.
03:40
4.
5.
6.
7.
02:59
8.
9.
10.

about

Gwyneth's latest smorgasbord of musical musings, ‘All The Ghosts', takes her music further down her own idiosyncratic path. It carries ten terrific songs, which speak to you directly, without forethought for genre or category. In their melodic immediacy and observational characterisation, you might hear the Lennon-McCartney of ‘Sgt Pepper', or the Ray Davies of ‘Lola', rather than any jazz stereotype.
The songs are populated by a living, breathing cast of beaten-down dreamers, jaded city-dwellers, and women in a quandary. There is a beautiful prostitute with a split lip, pining to be free to return to mother Russia. There is also a wicked, myth-enshrouded temptress, luring in young men with drink and drugs. And there is a Mini, the same age as the singer, as human and ‘real' in its wheezing everyday tasks as any of the other folk. These, simply, are songs about people, about life, as the singer has precociously learnt to understand them at her tender age.
Recorded in a live studio environment at Peter Gabriel's Real World Studios, near Bath, Gwyneth and her faithful and accomplished quartet spent only two days laying the songs down. "It's a beautiful place, in the middle of nowhere - no distractions, amazing food, and lots of red wine. We wanted to revisit the whole concept of recording live. It was pretty much all done that way, everyone in one room, with basic separation, and no overdubs."
Says Gwyneth, "Like on ‘Wardrobe', you'll hear finger-tapping noises, or somebody drop a drumstick halfway through. There's a couple of weird pitching things with my voice, but I didn't want to sacrifice the vibe of the whole thing, for some idea of perfection. Musically, too, there's a lot more clunks and clatters. It's more percussive and driving."
‘All The Ghosts' is very much an ensemble piece, and sees Herbert's current combo - Al Cherry (gtr), Sam Burgess (bass), Steve Holness (piano and keys - "in his case, Bob really is your uncle!") and Dave Price (percussion) - hitting upon some inventive and often strange new sounds. Price, in particular, has amassed an armoury of oddball rhythm instruments, which include a cajon, or a "stool drum". He also bangs a gong on a couple of tracks. All the strange boings and crashes sometimes recall Tom Waits.
Gwyneth now feels embroiled in the arts of songcraft, from the wry portraiture of mid-'60s beat-poppers, to the arcane traditions of folk and blues. The songs present a lurid assortment of outsider characters, most of them women.
"Some of them are literal women, whom I've really met," she reveals, "and I guess they are all outsiders, but they're not necessarily black and white. With Lorelei, she's a very naughty woman, but I'd like to think you feel slightly enhanted by what she does, rather than completely rejecting her. Nataliya wants to go home, but that's Russia, and there's no hope of doing that, so there aren't many options for her. And Jane is a frantic mother confused by everything - you can't judge her for that".

Gwyneth Herbert's songs will enchant anyone who gets to hear them.

credits

released July 13, 2009

Gwyneth Herbert - vocals, piano on Narrow Man
Al Cherry - guitars
Dave Price - Percussion
Sam Burgess - bass
Steve Holness - piano, organ

Written and produced by Gwyneth Herbert
Recorded by Robin Baynton @ Real World Studios, Wiltshire
Mixed and mastered @ Harder Sound Studio, London by Robert Harder
Graphic art by Keemo (www.keemogallery.com)

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Gwyneth Herbert Saint Leonards, UK

Singer, composer, multi-instrumentalist & musical adventurer Gwyneth Herbert has released 6 albums and toured across the world, sharing stages with the likes of Boy George, Amy Winehouse and John Cooper Clarke.

She has also presented for BBC Radio 3 and 4; co-created three musicals and a feature-length art film; and had her arrangement of a Swahili folk-song performed by 100,000 children at once.
... more

shows

contact / help

Contact Gwyneth Herbert

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Track Name: So Worn Out
Fall out of the 2-double-7
Chippie’s open, little bites of heaven
And I’m so worn out

The night throws out a diamond rug
I take your hand – one yellow stripey glove
And you’re so worn out

Young girl fumbles for a cigarette
Looking for a spark, hasn’t found it yet
And she is so worn out

Star-trek man with his figurines
Talks in Klingon, they know just what he means,
That he’s all worn out

Hey little one, let me take you on the run
We’ll stumble to the moon and back
To the moon

Hey little one, let me pull you through the door
You are the droid I’m looking for
Looking for

Dolphin’s cooking up a storm
Bouncer blows to keep his fingers warm
And he’s so worn out

Yellow tape and neon skies
Lidl shouts about its special offer pies
But they’re all sold out

Hey little one, let me take you on the run
We’ll stumble to the moon and back
To the moon

Hey little one, let me pull you through the door
You are the droid I’m looking for
Looking for…
Track Name: Annie's Yellow Bag
Little Annie has a yellow bag
Given to her by her sometime Dad who would say
“It’ll keep the ghosts away”

Silver bangles and a popped balloon
Ruby lipstick and a postcard of the moon
She’ll be leaving soon

Oh, Annie, where’d you sleep last night?
Oh, Annie, hold your head up high
Oh, Annie, won’t you hold on tight
To your yellow bag, your yellow bag, your yellow bag

Little Annie sets her beret right
Meets The Cosmonauts by candlelight to conceive
The music helps her breathe

She builds a song and then she climbs inside
Her hips rotating like a fairground ride in the sun
She’s not the only one

Oh, Annie, where’d you sleep last night?
Oh, Annie, hold your head up high
Oh, Annie, won’t you hold on tight
To your yellow bag, your yellow bag, your yellow bag

And all the ghosts are saying lie down lie down
And all the kids are saying jump up jump up
And all the songs are saying kick out kick out
But all the ghosts are saying lie down lie down

Little Annie has a yellow bag
Tatty tickets from the gig at Vanity Loft
That’s when the room took off

She’s got a past to give the boys a scare
She’s got the future in her sights but stares at her feet
They never feel the heat

Oh, Annie, where’d you sleep last night?
Oh, Annie, hold your head up high
Oh, Annie, won’t you hold on tight
To your yellow bag, your yellow bag, your yellow bag

And all the ghosts are saying lie down lie down
And all the kids are saying jump up jump up
And all the songs are saying kick out kick out
And all the boys are saying hop in hop in
And all the spooks are saying walk on walk on
And all the junkies saying turn off turn off
And all the sniffs are saying rack up rack up
And all the ghosts are saying lie down lie down

Oh, Annie, where’d you sleep last night?
Oh, Annie, hold your head up high
Oh, Annie, won’t you hold on tight
To your yellow bag, your yellow bag, your yellow bag
Track Name: Lorelei
She took his hand and she put it in hers
Wouldn’t be the last and was not the first
She sung her song and she spun him a curse
Cry out
For the loss of another

Her sea-green eyes never miss a trick
Those sweet mohitos pack quite a kick
Her careless smile cuts him to the quick
Cry out
For the loss of another

Lorelie, Lady Lorelie
Watch the dreams go by –
Drifters lost in the rain
Lorelie, Lady Lorelie
Chalk it up on high –
One more dupe for the dame

The streetlamps flicker, she picks up the tab
She’s got him flying with a sniff and a dab
All hips and bone in the back of the cab
Cry out
For the loss of another

You’re a beautiful child
You’ve got the voice of an angel
Boots of ebony tar, oh what’s the matter –
has Kafka got your tongue, my beautiful child?
You’ve got the voice of a devil
Take away your feather and chains
See how they run…

Lorelie, Lady Lorelie
Watch the dreams go by
Drifters lost in the rain
Lorelie, Lady Lorelie
Chalk it up on high
One more dupe for the dame

She took him well and the taking was fast
She shook him up, shook him from my mast
Was not the first; Will not be the last
Cry out
for the loss of another

Cry out for the loss of another
Track Name: My Narrow Man
Tall and pretty in skinny blue jeans
You’re the kind of boy I’d like to be
Your kiss is sweeter than fizzy pink wine
You look better in my fishnets than me
My narrow man
My narrow man

Tall and graceful with bambi brown eyes
Audrey Hepburn’s got nothing on you
Your smile is a splinter and I’ll pull you close or
The winter might snap you in two
My narrow man
My narrow man

And your sweet smiling shadow is the lighter half of me
And I am the marrow to your bone
So come and wrap your lovely lamppost legs around me
And I’ll carry you home, I’ll carry you home

Tall and brave in your Welsh army coat
That has General Jones spitting teeth
Light as a feather, you’ll fight to the death
To defend your poetic belief
My narrow man
My narrow man

And your sweet smiling shadow is the lighter half of me
And I am the marrow to your bone
So come and wrap your lovely lamppost legs around me
And I’ll carry you home, I’ll carry you home

Tall and pretty in skinny blue jeans
You’re the kind of boy I’d like to own
My fine-tailored twiggy, my Bowie as Ziggy
Do you know who you are, Mr Jones?
My narrow man
My narrow man
Track Name: Jane Into A Beauty Queen
How you gonna do right by me?
How you gonna do wrong?
How you gonna make plans that stick
Now all of your post-its are gone?
How you gonna do right, now?
How you gonna do wrong?

Why you throwing those words at me?
Why you playing that song?
Why you filling my head back up
When there’s nothing to rest my head on?
Why you throwing those words, now?
Why you playing that song?

I was doing fine, I was doing fine here on my own
Back to me and mine, battenburg and wine …
Look how I’ve grown
And everybody says I’m scrubbing up the best I’ve ever been
It’s funny how calamity can turn
Jane into a beauty queen.

Who’s been filling my bottle up?
Who’s been keeping me warm?
Who’s been sewing my buttons on
Now all of the fabric has torn?
Who’s been filling my bottle?
Who’s been keeping me warm?

I was doing fine, I was doing fine here on my own
Back to me and mine, battenburg and wine …
Look how I’ve grown
And everybody says I’m scrubbing up the best I’ve ever been
It’s funny how calamity can turn
Jane into a beauty queen.

Where you keeping your promises?
Where you hiding your knife?
Where you driving this time of night?
Where you been all my life?
Where you keeping your promises?
Where you hiding your knife?

I was doing fine, I was doing fine here on my own
Back to me and mine, battenburg and wine …
Look how I’ve grown
And everybody says I’m scrubbing up the best I’ve ever been
It’s funny how calamity can turn
Jane into a beauty queen.
Track Name: Put Your Mouth Where Your Money Is
Look at you with your bitter pen
And your pocketful of names
I’m sorry that your Daddy’s dead
But you’re a bastard all the same
Put your mouth where your money is
Put a bullet in your brain

Look at you with your sweaty shirt
And your suitcase in the hall
I’m sorry that she kept the kids
But the grafitti’s on the wall.
Put your mouth where your money is
Put a bullet in your brain

Poor little commissar, where have your comrades gone?
Poor little commissar, where have your comrades gone?
Poor little commissar, where have your comrades gone?
Poor little commissar, where have your comrades gone?

You’re a whiskey tramp in oversized boots
Disguised as a learned man
You’re a sheep in rebel’s clothing,
You’re the not to my I am
Put your mouth where your money is
Put a bullet in your brain

Watching the days turning blue
Drinking the dreams from your shoe
Reading the leaves in your beer
Baby, it’s all down hill from here

Watching the days turning blue
Drinking the dreams from your shoe
Reading the leaves in your beer
Baby, it’s all down hill from here

Poor little commissar, where have your comrades gone?
Poor little commissar, where have your comrades gone?
Poor little commissar, where have your comrades gone?
Poor little commissar, where have your comrades gone?
Track Name: Nataliya
I met her in a holy town
Dirty afternoon of crumbling grace
Fur collar turned upside down
Pretty nose spread across her face

She said I get to keep my tips
Since ’53 we’ve come quite far
And schoolgirls dream of a life like this
There’s no coal left in Vorkuta

Nataliya, come home
Nataliya, come home
Nataliya, come home
Into the cold

They spun such pretty tales
Seven orange groves and Cyprus sun
Now I’ve got seven sons a day
Funny how the truth’s undone

Just gotta
Sleep my plane fare off
For another living overseas
If I work long and hard enough…
There’s no fruit here in Tel Aviv

Nataliya, come home
Nataliya, come home
Nataliya, come home
Into the cold

And your cold white hands
They’re your lily assassins
See how they dance in shadow
The tiles on the wall
They’re the clouds that surrounds you
The dust in the wind and the lillies on snow…

Nataliya, come home
Nataliya, come home
Nataliya, come home
Into the cold
Into the cold
Track Name: My Mini And Me
I wanna pack it all in –
Pack up and go to sea
Wind down like Huckleberry Finn
Sleep in a poplar tree
Time I gave my mind a rest
Wanna feel some of that weightlessness
Away from the smog and the noise and the mess –
My Mini and me.

I wanna give it all up –
Give in to the need
Hand my soul to Lady Luck
Before it goes to seed
Rattle along in the outside lane
A place where nobody knows my name
Away from the smog and the noise and the shame
My Mini and me.

Take me away
Come on and take me away
Take me away
Come on and take me away

I wanna break it all down –
Break into the deep
Gonna quit this grimy town
Leave the rotten heap
Ain’t got no chauffeur, no saloon
Nor much in the way of elbow room
But away from the smog and the noise and the gloom
My Mini and me.

Take me away
Come on and take me away
Take me away
Come on and take me away

To everyone I’ve ever known: go preach my name in reverent tones
And every passing day
A waterfall of praise
And everyone who was unkind: go scold your cold and callous minds
Each second that I’m gone
Think of how you did me wrong…

Take me away
Come on and take me away
Take me away
Come on and take me away
Track Name: Some Days I Forget
Some days I forget
Some days you’re just a train away
The telephone’s my friend again
Waiting to disapprove

Some days something slips
I lay out all my Sunday best
I lay a glass of scotch to rest
Some days there’s always two

Hello, hello?
It’s a funny time of year
Have I told you that I love you more than most?
I know, I know
That you’ll think me such a fool –
I’m just clawing at the stars to hold you close

Some days I recall
Some days I take the fall
The handlebars fall off, but then
You’re here again, some days.

Hello, hello?
It’s a funny time of year
Have I told you that I love you more than most?
I know, I know
That you’ll think me such a fool –
I’m just clawing at the stars to hold you close

Some days I recall
Some days I take the fall
The handlebars fall off, but then
You’re here again, some days.