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Part celebration of traditional English/British folk music and festival, part heart-singing pagan hymn (Oh Come All Ye Folkful?) but above all having some fun (mostly at our own expense) this is our BRAND NEW ONE, rehearsed and gigged and lived since the run up to Christmas and OUT TODAY. We've adapted two of the lyric verses to fit the instruments we have in our repertoire including on this occasion leader of the JD BIG BAND John Davies on sexy sax and his bonnie lassie Kathleen on guest drum roll on the drum verse. (They also have a little married duet of sax and drum roll in the play out.) It was an absolute treat to play live with them at Burns Night and to have their jelly roll jazz ( it's probably swing but you know where I and it's coming from) as part of our folk minstrel one. You can watch a film of us playing this track live with the JD Big Band and the Ecclefechan Tarts Orchestra and Choir last week at our annual Burns Night supper on YouTube film The Full Rabbie which premieres tonight at 7.30 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ioIP6Qt5hw

Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky

Those that dance, will start to dance
And those who don't will stay
In time to list our merry tune
That we play for you today

So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky

Our tooter, he just loves to toot
Upon his common flute
Recorder by another name
Much better with a mute.

So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky

Possessor of our sax appeal (see picture)
And no old folkie he
Folk is just some wayward notes
Jazz a wayward key.

So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky

Sound of beating on the drum
Song behind you'll hear
And to the rhythm of guitar
We hope you'll lend an ear

So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky

Well, the man who plays the bass does make
Those low notes that you hear
And the high notes come from you and me
For we will sing so clear

So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sandy Denny / Ashley Stephen Hutchings / Dp
Come All Ye lyrics © Warlock Music Ltd
Comic adaptations to lyrics of verses 2 and 3 to fit our instruments (and in my case level of virtuosity) by Peacock's Tale.

Come All Ye (A Folk Song)

The Rock Hotel Café
from Fill Your Head With Seaside Rock (EP) by Peacock's Tale Musical Storytelling

 
(Kate Bush might have given him his full name, Heathcliff)


Just a note to tell you I’m working
At the Rock Hotel Café,
Cliff the Boss has taken me off serving,
Says my adding takes his profits away.
Cliff as a class is obsolete.
It’s all Surplus Value anyway.

Sandy pays me thirty plus board,
A cupboard above the bar,
Says it’s all the Hotel can afford
With her swimming pool and caviar.
Sandy as a class is obsolete.
Come Morning they’ll be just one star.

Cliff was the local bad boy,
Sandy the owner’s daughter.
That gold-ringed nose has cost him
All the Born To Be Wild he taught her.
The Rebel as a class is obsolete,
They’re Black Sheep to the Altar.

Just a note to tell you I’m working
At the Rock Hotel Café,
Cliff the Boss has taken me off serving,
Says my adding takes his profits away.
Cliff as a class is obsolete.
It’s all Surplus Value anyway.


Still I’m eating well, mum, fried breakfasts,
The mushrooms are magic too,
The Gorbals kitchen porter eats Marxists,
The Chef just sneers at you.
The worker as a class is obsolete.
Meanwhile a good Union would do.

The girl in the snap is Sandy’s niece,
She’s as thick as clotted cream.
You don’t need degrees in Economics
To demolish her holiday Dream.
‘Love as a class is obsolete,
It’s not like we’re Just Seventeen.’

Pastrychef escapes with his girlfriend,
A chambermaid called Billy,
The day-release psychotic in the woodshed
Keeps trying to chop himself free.
The misfit as a class is obsolete.
I’m applying for a Ph. D.

Just a note to tell you I’m working
At the Rock Hotel Café,
Cliff the Boss has taken me off serving,
Says my adding takes his profits away.
Cliff as a class is obsolete.
It’s all Surplus Value anyway.
credits
from Fill Your Head With Seaside Rock (EP), released July 18, 2022


The Rock Hotel Café

single! full record coming JUNE 6 (you heard that here first) party at the Cameron House

Gregory

This was performed by a gospel duo called The Two Gospel Keys - Emma Daniels (vocals and guitar) and Mother Sally Jones (vocals and tambourine) - and released on 78-rpm in 1948.

It was subsequently performed and recorded by such reverend gospellers as Sister Rosetta Tharpe (1950) the Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama (1953) the Hightower Brothers (1956) the Reverend Gary Davis (1962) and an English gospel choir called The Rolling Stones -whose version we follow here. (1971).

This was the first song Gaz ever sang in public and he did so at Meher Baba's Tomb in India in 1994, exquisitely backed with a vocal and instrumental brilliance comically out of all proportion to his efforts by a professional American guitar player and singer (who learned her version from a Black female gospel singer).
lyrics
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move, child
You gotta move
Oh, when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You see that woman
Who walks the street
You see that police
Upon his beat
But then the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

from Untied States of Americana (LP), released September 8, 2022
Songwriters: Gary Davis / Fred McDowell
https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/album/untied-states-of-americana-lp

You Gotta Move lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

You Gotta Move

"DISCOVERY"

Written, performed and produced by Roman Gorielov.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Roman Gorielov.
Cover design and photo by Roman Gorielov.

https://linktr.ee/romangorielov

© 2025 Roman Gorielov.

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Suffering Demos

Discovery

"WAR AND PEACE"

Written, performed and produced by Roman Gorielov.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Roman Gorielov.
Cover design and photo by Roman Gorielov.

https://linktr.ee/romangorielov

© 2025 Roman Gorielov.

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War And Peace

https://open.spotify.com/album/5FXCZyXYgSvJc6ogDm0Ss6?si=ouzFsqZ8TEyLIXStfXb8vA

I Hate You, My Love

The conclusion - at the graveside - of a special morning service (on July 13, 2025) the 80th anniversary of the passing of Flight Sergeant Pilot Lancelot Percival Williamson, late of this parish. Harpist and Sedgeford friend and neighbour Vanessa Wood-Davies joins Peacock's Tale duo in a special performance of "Bring Me To Fring All Saints".

The family who named Lancelot Percival after the two greatest knights of Camelot, Sir Lancelot the Brave and Sir Percival the Grail Finder, raised him 100 years ago on Eaton Farm, Sedgeford, which borders the Fring Estate. Like his Arthurian namesakes, he was a quiet, reserved chap whose actions spoke “like lightning silvering thunderous clouds”. He began his education in what is now the old school house in Fring; sang in the church choir at Heacham; played cricket for the Sedgeford village team and was laid to rest underneath the north window. 

His Arthurian forenames and W- surname are the last of a painfully long list – overwhelmingly from the First World War - read out each Remembrance Sunday at the Sedgeford War Memorial, that concrete symbol of post-war hope for a better world, frozen in 1920.  And then frozen again, with a second plinth, and another post-war hope for peace and an end to all wars, in 1949.

Each of the 30 names read out has a story. It is Percy’s we honoured here and his is the stuff of folklore, a folk ballad waiting to be written and sung. He joined the RAF in the very first phase of the war in 1939, aged 19, and during his intense and extended war service above both European and Asian fronts of World War Two was twice mentioned in despatches. Before he even got his pilot’s wings, as an engineer barely out of his teens, he took control of a damaged plane in which his pilot had been shot dead and landed it safely in the desert, saving both crew and plane in a remarkable show of skill and nerve. 

These heroic qualities, along with his courage – and, surely, the luck or providence such mortal combat requires – got him through to the last full month of the war. And when he did, finally, and fatally, crash to earth on Friday 13 July 1945, it was not on foreign soil but out of a Derbyshire sky on an early morning advanced trainers’ exercise flight trialling the new Oxford 1 training plane. News reports commented on the tragic irony. So close to the peace he had fought for and, after six years of high valour abroad, his splendid career brought down by human error and a home hedge. But even the legendary Sir Lancelot was undone by human error. Aren’t we all? And Percy’s story does not end there.

He had just resumed active service after a last home leave from the Burmese campaign, no doubt exhausted, and no doubt sharing the general heady mood about the imminent end of the Japanese war. All Saints drew a packed church of extended family;  locals from Fring (and surrounding villages) and  military top brass. His achievements were honoured in the press. Sedgeford Church funded a memorial lamp at its church gate, with the seven World War 2 names on it, which you can still see. 

Richard our Honourable Curate ( who adds the formal Remembrance here) referred recently to faith being something you practice like music and we’ve certainly practised this one. It’s been for us a real labour of love in bringing our individual ‘trumpets’ into harmony with the greater Song.

Live Remembrance of Flight Sergeant Pilot Lancelot Percival Williamson  (at the graveside)

I still can't get used to it

Songs About Jane: 10th Anniversary Edition

Sunday Morning

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.

Live Remembrance of Flight Sergeant Pilot Lancelot Percival Williamson (at the graveside)

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