TOM ROBINSON - Don't Jump, Don't Fall
Release date: 1st June 2015
Contact: James Chapple Gill  07966 475288
james@chapdav.com  

‘Don't Jump, Don't Fall’ is the first single from Tom Robinson’s 15th studio album, made with Anglo-Irish producer & musician Gerry Diver (Sam Lee, Youth, Van Morrison, Christy Moore) and featuring guest vocalist Lee Forsyth Griffths (Ian Grimble, Trevor Horn). With its powerful story of a teenage runaway going off the rails, the single is released to raise awareness and funds for CALM (The Campaign Against Living Miserably) - founded to help prevent suicide among men of all ages in the UK. See http://thecalmzone.net 

Tom's new studio album - his first in two decades - is titled 'Only The Now' and is released 5th Oct. It features special guests John Grant, Billy Bragg, Martin Carthy, Colin Firth, Nadine Shah, Lee Forsyth Griffiths Lisa Knapp, Sir Ian McKellen, TV Smith, and Nitin Sawhney. The release is being funded by an ongoing PledgeMusic campaign [https://pledgemusic.com/tomrobinson]  and will be supported by the following live appearances:

FESTIVALS
27 Jun	Glastonbury Acoustic Stage
18 Jul	Latitude 6 Music Stage
09 Aug	Wickham Festival
21 Aug	Green Man Festival

THE MIGHTY SWORD OF JUSTICE TOUR
with special guests Kitten Pyramid

17 Sep	Southampton Brook 
18 Sep	London Queen Elizabeth Hall
19 Sep	Ramsbottom Festival
25 Oct	Hailsham Pavilion
26 Oct	Stroud Convent
27 Oct	Bury St.Edmunds Apex
28 Oct	Newbury Arlington Arts
30 Oct	Harpenden Public Halls
31 Oct	Leamington Spa Assembly
01 Nov	Holmfirth Picturedrome
02 Nov	Cambridge Junction
04 Nov	Manchester RNCM
06 Nov	Edinburgh Queens Hall
07 Nov	Glasgow Oran Mor
08 Nov	Aberdeen Lemon Tree
09 Nov	Gateshead Sage
11 Nov	Nottingham Rescue Rooms
12 Nov	Frome Cheese & Grain

http://tomrobinson.com

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Don't Jump, Don't Fall

Mel has always been on top of things, after all someone has to run the day to day business of their crumbling theatre company and it certainly isn’t going to be her father. She’s busy, there’s always something to fix, a problem to solve. But occasionally she gets a moment to herself and can lose herself in a book. She loves stories, but will she ever write one of her own?

LYRICS

I’ve read all these
Some several times 
I’ve folded corners 
Broken spines 
Some are cracked where the glue has dried
But the words are all intact inside 
And that’s what really matters 
Though the covers are in tatters 
There are stories inside

Escapism’s the term they call 
Most of the volumes on this wall
“Escape into this classic book”
Written on the back of this one, look
Escape into a story
Like each one’s a magic door we 
Can open wide

But real escape is OUT not IN 
Escape’s a new life you begin
INTO’s not escape now is it?
If it’s INTO then it’s just a visit
We only escape out of things 
With sellotape and stolen wings 
That’s not something books provide
Books are just somewhere to hide

These are my hiding places
That’s what stories are for
But I don’t want to hide anymore 
I don’t want to hide anymore 

And then there’s tales we tell ourselves 
I don’t mean the ones up on these shelves
Myths of history and nations 
Or parental expectations 
Of jobs or class or rank 
Or how much is in the bank 
And what ever else we decide

These are our hiding places 
Our fables, our legends, our lore
But I don’t want to hide anymore
I don’t want to hide anymore

Over the ages 
There have been pages and pages 
Of people’s plots and plans 
Penned and dictated 
Type-set, printed, illustrated 
All of the stages 
Of our romances and rages 
Ready to soar
But what’s it for?

Chapters unwritten 
Legions of lovers unsmitten 
And all those countless authors’ dreams of glory 
Clothe me in their borrowed stories 
Twists and turns  
Lessons learned 
Laurels rested on fester on 
Shock and awe
Hear me roar

I don’t want to hide anymore

I don’t want to hide anymore
In the lives I’ve been shown
Don’t want to hide anymore
Like a fossil in stone 
Don’t want to hide anymore
I want to be out there and known 
Don’t want to hide anymore
In a story 
That isn’t my own.

MEL - Hide

Never Alone

Written and performed by Nicholas Pegg

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New single from Dutch trio Snowapple about the desperation of the business commuter rat-race, taken from upcoming train-themed mini-album TRACKS.

SNOWAPPLE - Businessmen (Single Edit)

Featuring:

Ichi Creator – Steel Drum
Mikey Kenney – Violin
Jamie Doe – Rhodes Piano
Jordan Copeland – Bass
Alabaster – Tenor Sax and Voice

Recorded at Peach #3 on 24th March at the Total Refreshment Centre in Dalston:

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Recorded by Toby Burroughs 

Picture by Lexus Blondin


Who Are You Asking For (Live from Peach #3, Total Refreshment Centre)

WAKE AMERICA - 'Everything I Want'

Liz Green joins Louis Barabbas in this tragic duet from the album "Gentle Songs Of Ceaseless Horror" (released March 2016)
www.louisbarabbas.com www.debtrecords.net
https://louisbarabbas.bandcamp.com/album/gentle-songs-of-ceaseless-horror

Written by Louis Barabbas
Produced by Biff Roxby
Vocals and Guitar - Louis Barabbas
Vocals - Liz Green
Double Bass - Joel Roberts
Keyboard - Fran Lydiatt
Tuba and clock sequencing - Biff Roxby
Recorded at WR Audio 

LYRICS:

I was always almost a good man
But I've never been almost great.
And you watched me rue all the rest.
Though I trust you with my disrepair
More than love and more than hate
It's for the things that are torn
In the thick of the dawn
That I wait.

Some lives are just loose ends to sew
And our threads are still entwined
They are bound fast around all I have left.
You gave me a song in a watch
It would play and I would wind
But the last time it did
I unclasped the lid
Too late

For inside the case I saw more than one face
As the hands both raised to noon
And when counting the cogs in the musical box
I forever lost its tune

One day I awoke from our love
As though from a pleasant dream
Each kiss was an abyss without end.
At its core were two fictions made flesh
With this song their epilogue
That the tiny tuned teeth
Rotating beneath
Will attest

You said you'd stay with me always.
Was that a promise or a threat?
Now you're not around I don't know.
You left me these words but no voice
Just tones tapped on tin
And as the cylinders slow
The keys it should toe only rust

I dream every night
That the wraith personae
Dance to Clair De Lune
But when counting the cogs in the musical box
I forever lost its tune

Each tick of this clock is a beat
Of my heart as it once was.
Oh you are still beautiful now.
I wasn't cold until you showed me that warmth
In the time between the tunes
Our lives were to be
Played in the wrong key
And too low.

I'm losing my way
More and more every day
And I know I'm losing you too
So I'm drawn to follow
All the silent echos
Of old bones
Because counting the cogs in a musical box
Will never explain its tune
Before it began
And long after its end
I have known
Our waltz was always to be
Over too soon

LOUIS BARABBAS & LIZ GREEN - Musical Box

The final recording by The Bedlam Six. 
This song is taken from Louis Barabbas' musical tragedy "Jocasta".

Recorded at WR Audio, Salford in September 2016.

LYRICS:

My daddy always said
When you drop down dead
There are certain things that just ain't allowed
When you get your angel wings
Don't you try to bring a thing
Because there ain't no pockets in a shroud

Oh my boy you'll soon be finding
Behind every silver lining
There lurks the biggest deepest darkest cloud
But it don't matter if you're rich
Or if you haven't got a stitch
Because there ain't no pockets in a shroud

There ain't no pockets in a shroud
There ain't no pockets in a shroud
There ain't no pockets in a shroud
So smile and leave it all behind

When the end is nigh
When you've sighed all of your sighs
And your last remaining furrow has been ploughed
Come and bid adieu
For it's not au revoir for you
There ain't no pockets in a shroud

When that big red curtain falls
And they're sweeping up the stalls
And the girls have dropped their curtsies and you've bowed
You've taken your last turn
There are no more lines to learn
There ain't no pockets in a shroud

There ain't no pockets in a shroud...

All it takes is one calamity
For alas such immortality
Is a trait with which you never were endowed
When you've quit all of your hurting
There's only one thing left that's certain
There ain't no pockets in a shroud

So now no more caveats
You've bagged up and drowned your cats
And choked a sob as each of them meowed
Well isn't life a bitch
You've scratched your final itch
There ain't no pockets in a shroud

There ain't no pockets in a shroud...

LOUIS BARABBAS & THE BEDLAM SIX - Pockets In A Shroud

Writer, musician, dubious pundit. 
Artistic Director at Debt Records, member of Un-Convention, radio presenter for Fab Radio International, Musicians' Union Live Performance Committee member, moderator for Tom Robinson's Fresh On The Net, lead singer for The Bedlam Six.

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