WHEN IT ALL BURNS DOWN Lyrics:

Staring at the ceiling but in my mind I’m leaving
Counting up the seasons ’til I’m gone 
To Arizona or somewhere warmer
To set my feet out in the sun
Before it all burns down

Everyone may have their vision of sin and holy living
Oh, but I found religion in my lover’s arms
I worked to fill their coffers and I did so prim and proper
Yet they curse my name as Devil’s charm
So let it all burn down. Let it all burn down

They build you up to tear you down
Bury all the pieces underground
But I know the secret, it’s in the sound
When it all burns down. When it all burns down

Staring at the ceiling, but in my mind I’m leaving
Counting up the seasons ’til I’m gone

 © 2023 Winter Horse Music

When It All Burns Down

"Zeppelin Over Tipton"

1.⁠ ⁠In Tipton town as day grew dim,
   The workers trudged, tired and grim.
   A distant roar filled folk with fright,
   Through fire and fear, we held on tight.

2.⁠ ⁠The Zeppelin loomed, a beast of war,
   Its bombs rained down with mighty roar.
   Union Street crumbled, homes laid low,
   Through fire and fear, we held on so.

3.⁠ ⁠In Tivoli, pints stood untouched,
   As men rushed out, by duty clutched.
   Fourteen souls lost, gone in a flash,
   Through fire and fear, we stood steadfast.

4.⁠ ⁠Thomas Morris ran home in dread,
   To find his world in ruin spread.
   Wife and children, now with the Lord,
   Through fire and fear, we still endured.

5.⁠ ⁠Dawn revealed our town transformed,
   Faces sooted, hearts forlorn.
   Yet from the ashes, hope still gleamed,
   Through fire and fear, we stood redeemed.

Bridge:
   A hundred years have come and gone,
   But we remember that grim dawn.
   When war reached out and struck our door,
   And changed our lives forevermore.
   Old Tipton's tale, we'll always tell,
   Of how united, we prevailed.

6.⁠ ⁠Now Tipton stands, unbowed and strong,
   A testament to righting wrong.
   When Zeppelins brought the Great War home,
   Through fire and fear, we weren't alone.

Zeppelin Over Tipton - The Night of 31 January 1916

I hide
From your words like knives
Scorpion sting in your eyes
I’m always watching you leave
When I need you
My love
Everything’s never enough
I keep your amused with my sadness
Pretending to hurt when I caught you in a lie

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms

Free
Free as a bird in a storm
If I ever find my way home
I don’t believe you will leave the light on
My love
I pay in pain for my sins
The devil in you always wins
You lose my love like a chain to bind me with

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms

Gravity
Pulls me closer
Gravity
Pulls me closer
Every time
I suddenly realize
All the love and hate
Feel the same inside
Our darkest stars collide

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms
Into your arms
Into your arms

Gravity

This track marks a bold evolution in Janeuary's musical journey, blending rich, emotional depth with a symphony of colors far beyond the simplicity of black and white. The fans will be able to enjoy the velvet vocals of the singer and enchanting instruments of the orchestra.
   "This song represents a new stage for me," Janeuary shares. "It’s more than music—it's a revelation of raw feeling and intricate instrumentation. While black and white have been my foundation, I’m now exploring a polyphony of musical colors."
   Janeuary’s emotional approach to music distinguishes her work, making each composition feel like an intimate, live performance. "If most music is a movie theater, mine is a theater," Janeuary says. Her intention is clear: to leave nothing behind, pouring every last ounce of soul into her compositions until the music falls silent forever.

***

Once I, I will open all your doors 
And come inside. 
Since I never hoped you’d be so close… 
I almost died
Tonight.
Tonight…
Just black
And white 
Why?..

Kiss me… I could feel your silver touch
Inside my tears.
Oh, listen… I could wander in your dreams
For  thousand years 
Of love 
Of love…
My love, love, love, love, love…

Once I, I will open all your doors 
And come inside…
Since I realized you are so close,
And I won’t die 
Tonight!

You’ll paint my black 
Into white


Janeuary - Black into white

Oh to live in a world where you didn't have to sing this again but thank God that such a world also contains hearts and souls like Woody Guthrie's to write and sing them.

The crops are all in, and the peaches are rotten
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying us back to the Mexico border
To pay all our money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be Deportee

Now my father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money her made in his life
Six-hundred miles to the Mexico border
They chased us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
No all they will call you will be Deportee

The sky-plane caught fire, over Los Gatos Canyon
A big ball of fire, it shook all the ground
Who are these friends, who are falling like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
No all they will call you will be Deportee

But we died in your hills, we died in your valleys
We died in your orchards, we died on your plains
We died on your deserts, we died in your treetops
Both sides of the river we died just the same

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
No all they will call you will be Deportee.

from our album Untied States of Americana https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/track/deportee
Composed by Woody Guthrie, Martin Hoffman
The picture is an inset photo of the fence erected on the modern border.

Untied States of Americana

Deportee (Woody Guthrie)

On January 17, 1712, after a furious and partisan Parliamentary debate, the British Secretary of War in a whig ministry (Robert Walpole) was committed to the Tower and expelled from the House of Commons. In a pre-democratic/post-democratic mirror reverse image of our own time, Britain’s future Prime Minister was imprisoned for corruption even though he wasn’t found guilty whereas the incumbent President of the United States (in Walpole’s time a British colony) hasn’t been imprisoned even though he was.

“The Ballad of Sir Robert Walpole” was originally written to mark the bicentenary of Walpole’s return to Parliament in 1714 and published in “Doin’ Different”, a collection of new folk ballads about  Norfolk notables the following year. Walpole was larger than life in every way, seeming to belong naturally to the Hogarth cartoons in which his era is preserved and extravagantly embodied in Houghton Hall, Norfolk, the immense and palatial neoclassical stately home – a “Neptune and Britannia Rampant Counting House as Castle” - he built in the West Norfolk woods. We have tried to convey something of Walpole’s formidable largeness of life and Hogarthian cartoon spirit, the latter most especially in the choruses (which in the film the feminine side of our duo sings live to a bucolic audience of horned cattle in the January grounds of Houghton Hall.) 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpYbaw4g3X4


Knight of the slightly drooping Garter,
King of Bankrupt Hall,
Lord of the Backstairs Tower Tryst,
Stout Adam of the Fall.

Richeldis, Julian, Sawtrey, Nelson,
Boleyn and Boudicca tall,
Margery, Fanny, Turnip, Kett,
Old Tom Paine and all-

Norfolk and good our heroes stand
With something pure about ’em
But none more Norfolk nor more good
Than Dodgy Bob of Houghton.

Sir Robert Walpole, King of Sink,
The Pharaoh of the Flaw,
The not so bumpkin nor so dumplin’
Loophole in the Law.

The first Prime Minister and still
Unequalled in that office;
The backwoods front-man, laughing loud,
The Prince of Peace – and Profits.

The Age he named is hero-free,
No children need to know.
They keep it off the syllabus,
No killers boldly go.

No Bonnie Charlie anthems, saints,
No bagpipe calls to arms;
Just German Georges 1 and 2,
Enlightenment and farms.

The beau, the rake, the dandy, fop,
The mistress-paying knights,
The hypocrite with itchy palm:
‘All thesemen have their price.’

Sir Robert Walpole, Count of Cash,
The Pharaoh of the Flaw,
The not so bumpkin country speakin’
Loophole in the Law.

His Babel built ‘too far from London’ 
Under a Norfolk bushel
The Neptune and Britannia Rampant
Counting House as Castle.

His bust and Caesar hairdo placed
A British cut above
The classic Mantle he assumed
Of Wisdom, Justice, Love.

Removed the timber duty while
He ordered his supplies,
Avoided Finished Buildings tax
With one unfinished frieze.

Sir Robert Walpole, Earl of Ease,
The Pharaoh of the Flaw,
The ruddy cunnin’ Norfolk rulin’
Loophole in the Law.

Our burly boisterous backhand Bob
Was bawdy in his cups
Had heart-to-hearts with kings and queens
Yet kept the common touch.

And when the South Sea Bubble burst
And drowned both Whig and Tory,
He saved the country with a speech
And rode the tide to glory

Avoided War for eighteen years
Of Profit weighed with cost,
‘They ring the bells, they’ll wring their hands,’
He said when Peace was lost.

Sir Robert Loophole, Laughin’ Bob,
The Prophet of the Flaw,
Three hundredweight of Killed Cock Robin
Loophole in the Law.

Warwick Jones composed the tune and plays it.

Peacock's Tale (Gaz n Maz) do the rest. From our double album of new Norfolk/East Anglian folk ballads  "Done Different" https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/album/done-different-2

The Ballad Of Sir Robert Walpole

Float Away

Kennst du den Tiger, wie er tanzt in Berlin 
Den tanzenden Tiger, er will nicht traurig sein 

Tiger und La Belle

​ @PeacocksTaleFolkIndieDuo  for all our music videos. Watch this one here - https://youtu.be/yXIy0qNWFDc

One evening fair to take the air
Down by Blackwater side
It was gazing all, all around me
Towards the Irish lad I spied

All through the first part of that night
Well, we lie in sport and play
Then this young man, he arose and gathered his clothes
He said, "Fare thee well today"

Well, that's not the promise that you gave to me
When first you lay on my bed
You could make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west

Then go home, go home to your father's garden
You go home and weep your fill
And you think of your own misfortune
That you brought with your wanton will

For there's not a girl in this whole world wide
As easily led as me
Sure, it's fishes will fly and the seas run dry
Tis then I'll marry thee.


Trad/arr Peacock's Tale. The beguiling tune is Irish as is the young man. The River Blackwater in Essex is the probable scene of the story and the words are an old English folk lyric telling the same old folk tale of a young woman beguiled, though in homage to Mary Wollstonecraft and of modelling a more modern female we adjust it slightly so that she sees through him before the end. We got it in one take and in one lump (apart from the brief hand drum on the instrumental) as I'm playing a foot drum with each foot under my bass while Maz is doing her usual multi task thing. Nice and simple.

Blackwaterside

Erased

This song is as old as us! Dusty Springfield's sprightly country folk version with the Springfields was the first British single to reach the top 20 in the American Billboard chart in 1962 (over a year before the 1964 British invasion). youtu.be/uz6HB9HYQz4 Written by Jack Rhodes and Dick Reynolds, it was first recorded by Wanda Jackson in 1956 and covered by Linda Ronstadt in a kick-ass country rock version in the 1970s. youtu.be/pmQpYSBkwag
Not to mention Dolly Parton's happy honky tonk take on it youtu.be/VO4SYPRa3pI
Ours is nearer the much slower, much sadder version by Sandy Denny on her 'Rendezvous' album. If the lyric really does have an arch reference to the recreational drug use of the rich ('silver threads' 'golden needles' 'dare not drown my sorrows in the warm glow of your '"wine"') it rejects it (along with all the other consolations of money) as actually solving anything. Only 'the love you promised' can do that.
lyrics
I don't want your lonely mansion
With a tear in every room.
All I want's the love you promised
Beneath the haloed moon.
But you think I should be happy
With your money and your name
And hide myself in sorrow
While you play your cheating game.
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
And I dare not drown my sorrow
In the warm glow of your wine.
You can't buy my love with money
Cause I never was that kind.
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
...
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
And I dare not drown my sorrow
In the warm glow of your wine.
You can't buy my love with money
Cause I never was that kind.
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
credits
from Untied States of Americana (LP), released September 8, 2022
https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/album/untied-states-of-americana-lp
Songwriters: Jack Rhodes / Dick Reynolds
Silver Threads and Golden Needles lyrics © Campbell Connelly And Co. Ltd., Campbell Connelly And Co.ltd.

Maz - lead vocal, acoustic guitar
Gaz - bass, bass drum, hi hat, tambo, tom, floor tom, bells, backing vocal.

Silver Threads and Golden Needles

A marriage (and we are actually married, 45 years so far) of melody and rhythm. We do folk, indie, Americana, Norfolk noir, beat poems &  ghazals. Traditional tunes with contemporary beats. Music videos  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8wV0-DNiFs1R5G2VSytBQ
Maz lead & harmony vocals, acoustic guitar. Gaz vocals, voice, bass, drums & percussion, harmonium, recorders, lyre harp, field recordings.

Deportee (Woody Guthrie)

Peacock's Tale Musical Storytelling

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