greaty development of guitar sound over the course of this well developed piece. a feast.

Great track, luv the different guitar tones, climb ups n step downs...great to get it come through on stream, although have all on HDD and have a Napier Sesh every now and again. Musics gotta come back this way, hang in there Dudes....this is the real McCoy!

Very enjoying this superb journey again Gordon. Superb guitar mate and love the how it plays even a sense of Drama...

Fantastic stuff and a class top of it you made my good friend...

Collaborations

our take on the monster classic PF song Time
https://soundcloud.com/nathanjontillett
https://soundcloud.com/jackwm

TIME - cover by NJT & JM

Very pleased to give a new home to this great collab track.

All music & production by Jack Morefield : https://soundcloud.com/jackwm

Heartfelt lyrics by John Eagle: https://soundcloud.com/marshmaster-1johneagle

Vocals & Photo by me.
"The After Love"

The miles are long
Between us these days
Somehow we are closer
In oh so many ways
So just hold on to that feeling 
Because

Something in our past
Will help us rise above
Somewhere beyond our lives
We will find our after love

I remember in the morning
You were silent and subdued
Well, until you had your coffee
This calm I would not abuse
But it didn’t work so well did it ?
We were better in the moment
Than we were over time
If I had to do it over
Baby, I swear I'd find another way

But that’s all innocence
We both know the cost 
It’s more than we can pay
Tears for love that we lost
So we’ll stay this course
Lovers across the miles
I love you more now than then
Now hold on

Something in our past
Will help us rise above
Somewhere beyond our lives
We will find our after love

The After Love (Morefield, Eagle & Tillett)

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I'm re-uploading my older tracks into archive accounts, but before they get completely covered in dust, i'd like to air the tracks i've made with other people. Collaborations have been such fun to do and when we all gripe about Soundcloud not being the place it was (and i'm guilty of that too) we should remember that it still is the place where we can meet up with people from all over the world and make music together. This still astounds me...

Nathan's amazing words and guitar vs my noises... This really was a treat to do.

https://soundcloud.com/nathanjontillett



Nathan Jon Tillett vs apapdop - Rites Of The Rose

Thank you for stopping by and listening.
Each feedback is appreciated!

Lyrics:

The old man here
Is catching away the fear
It takes more times to stand up
And wash away the tears
And all he has got in life
Is just another sunshine dying
But the wise man is near
He takes his heand and closes the door...

Of life
But you don't have to fall down
Keep on walking on and on and on...
Keep on walking...

Walking on the street of death
And take a little breath
Wise man, right man that never lied
All you've got to say is kind
I'll come back to my mind
I'll make it up with my self blind
And waiting for the wise man
Waile he closes the door...

Of life
But you don’t have to fall down
Keep on walking on and on and on...
Keep on walking...

ATERTRIP - Wood Man

Hand of Glory : Napier's Bones July 2015

Included as a bonus track on the 2015 Edition of "The Wistman Tales"
Free Download Link : 
https://napiersbones.bandcamp.com/album/the-wistman-tales-2015-remaster-bonus-track

Our latest offering is based around the 18th Century story of "The Stainmore Hand", well-known in Northern English folklore.

The song's events are centred on the remote Spittal Inn, its landlord, George, the maid, Bella, and a mysterious traveller seeking shelter from the ravages of an early Winter storm.

More background can be found : http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/england/cumbria/occult/the-spital-inn-and-the-hand-of-glory.html

Dramatis Personae: 
Nathan : The Storyteller, The Traveller, The Gang
Gordon : The Landlord, The Chorus, The Gang

Are you sitting comfortably?
Put another log on the fire, bolt the door, pour yourself an extra large helping of your favourite beverage and let us take you on a Napier's journey.
Maybe give the candlelight a miss though, eh?

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The Storyteller :
A mile or more beyond the town where Roman beacons burned
A long established hostelry, it stands all alone
The track that marks the entrance, often missed from the road
The turnpike has fallen quiet, none will call here tonight
As the dizzy whirls of sleet announce the storm

Bella the maid dims the lamps and bolts the door
The landlord George smiles and counts his takings after Bowes Fair
The roof creaks and groans as the wind bears down from Stainmore
Alone, enclosed, they won't see another soul
As they say their prayers to save them from the storm

Waves of rain and snow spiral down
Consumed by fear & darkness, heartbeats quicken now
They're deafened by the howling screaming sound
Then it's broken by a knocking at the door
A feeble cry of "Help me" then no more

The Inn's occupants :
Who stands outside? A wet bedraggled old woman bent double no less
Come quickly inside! Dry clothes, warm milk, our Bella will help you undress

The Traveller :
"Nothing I can say can repay you for your kindness sir
I lost the track as day turned into night
A pauper's widow I, can no longer pay my way
My daughter waits in Brough for me, I'll leave you at first light"

The Occupants : 
Sit by the Fire! No payment required when we answer a traveller's distress
Before we retire - we'll see that you're well, now take what you need and God bless

The Traveller :
"Let me say again, I don't want food or drink
Despite my situation, I still retain some pride
Now talking tires me so, I beg you let me rest
Don't touch my cloak or clothing! Just take yourself to bed!"

Let all who rest be drawn into the deepest sleep
Let those who dare to stay awake, unerringly their vigils keep
Hand of glory, keep their heavy eyelids closed
Revealing hidden riches whilst your magic taper glows

Stolen from a gibbet corpse, wrapped in a funeral shroud
Dried out with saltpeter, I command thee now
Hand of Glory, Shining Bright
Guide Your rightful owner to their rightful spoils tonight

The Storyteller:
Though she feigned to sleep, Bella watched the stranger's movements
Disturbed by their growling voice and the hood that hid their face
Surprised to see new riding boots on a pauper's wife
Then the trav'ler rose to six feet tall and slid the bolt from the door
From the folds of a steaming cloak withdrew a dead man's wizened hand
Lit the candle in its grip then the ritual began

The Traveller:
Hand of Glory where Roman signal beacons burned
I call on age-old wisdom, let the dead man's fire return
In the house where your light burns, in vain the sleepers turn
The killer's hand holds them tight, alive will be as dead tonight

From the gallow's pole to High Stainmore
Hand of Glory, do all I desire tonight





Hand of Glory :  Album Download Link in Notes

Cover of the old Bacharach and David song. Entailed the deconstruction of a midi file and the addition of organ, classical guitar and lovely brass, amongst other things.

Walk On By

Wistman's Wood (2015)
A Cautionary Tale.

The very first Napier's track.

Wistman's Wood is an ancient copse of dwarf oaks high on the wild slopes of Dartmoor in the South-West of England.

A place steeped in Druidic legends and tales of encounters with the Devil.

Old Crockern as he is known locally, has a tendency to hunt lost souls with his pack of dreadful Wisht Hounds, driving the unfortunate victims to their deaths over the precipice of the Dewerstone.

Please heed this warning because you may not be so lucky.

After all, everywhere has its own Wistman's Wood.

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Part I : The Return

Two Bridges on my mind, Old and New at once, together side by side, 
Fond-remembered place of hazy carefree games
Now I returned, Oh how I yearned for those days
Perhaps to cross to find again the man I used to be?

There before me, hallowed ancient Dartmoor
Druid stones, velvet moss, just how it always was
A thousand feet beyond the bustling, frantic valley
The wizened oaks of Wistman's Wood, at Sunset I would go

This magic place, last surviving trace of an older vanished time
A time before the anxious life, a prisoner of the clock
Taking photographs, the trees, the sky, the rocks
To freeze the view and free the feelings I had lost

As I stand amongst the twisted mossy oaks
A sense that I belong here, swells to fill my heart
In the flooding warmth of golden evening sunshine
I rest awhile, these sentinels will keep me safe from harm

I'm coming home
I am home
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Part II : The Haunting

It all feels different now, the Wood transformed as I slept
Where once was beauty, Gnarled twisted trees, they snarl grotesque

All in darkness, no welcome in this sun starved place
A hissing whisper grows, from creviced rocks, from ancient graves!

What is this place?
Something's wrong here
I don't belong here

Golden sunlit welcome gone, Twilight, sterile, in its place
In haste I came to Wistman's Wood, to regain all I lacked

Choking on the air of sadness, contempt for those alive
This stunted copse now mocks my weakness, its magic holds me fast!

I must escape here
I have no place here

But how?
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Part III : The Hunt

Across the moonlit slopes of Crocken Tor, a figure moves
I'm not alone, the fear dispelled, moving fast he'll reach me soon

He's drawing closer now, he must have heard my cries
His dogs run free, they've got my scent, they'll soon be at my side

Frenzied barks and howls and clouds of breath
Flashing yellow teeth and eyes of red

This is the Wisht Hounds Hunt!!

I've got to run for my life - I've got to try to get home

Nooooooo! 
Help me!
Leave me alone!
You can't have me, you can't have my soul!

Running for my life now, Terror on the open moor
Relentlessly pursued by The Devil's Spectral Hounds!

Almost at the track, a gate, a stile I recognise
Another quarter mile beyond the Dewerstone
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Part IV : The Testament

As I reflect upon my testament
I try and fail at making sense of that night's events
My broken bones have healed but mental scars
Are with me still, in restless nights and feverish midnight hours

All I saw, all I heard
I give my word this story's true, this warning is for you

Rocks inscribed with rites of druid sacrifice
Spirits evil lay in wait to trap lost souls at night

The past should stay the past, good and bad interred
Decide the future here and now, please just heed my words!

Will no one believe me? Condemned to live that night over again eternally....
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The End?

Wistman's Wood (2015)

As she walks on by She sees me She sees Me But she can't see
No she can't see All my love All my love
As she walks on Byebye byebye byebye
As she walks on by I know it I know it But I can't show it No I can't show it All my love All my love

Stockton High Street Symphony Blues

Fear & Trembling : Napier's Bones August 2015

The latest addition to the 2015 set of "Wistman Tales Retold" is that most rare of creatures, a Napier's Bones instrumental. 
The only one in captivity, although I have heard the distant calls of others in the wilds of the North.

Taking its title from Soren Kierkegaard's philsophical milestone, this piece was inspired by a different type of existential crisis.

"....if at the bottom of everything there were only a wild ferment, a power that twisting in dark passions produced everything great or inconsequential; if an unfathomable, insatiable emptiness lay hid beneath everything, what would life be but despair?"
Soren Kirkegaard, 1843


Fear & Trembling (2015)

A cover of the classic 1967 Moody Blues song, orchestrated with piano and horns. The picture is a Bass Rock sunset, taken from Dunbar this summer.

Nights In White Satin

A bawdy tale in the old Music Hall style and in the vein of the comedian, Max Miller, 'the Cheeky Chappie' who spent a lifetime avoiding the censor's pen. God bless his cotton socks. 

The Ballad of Lady Clarissa Ponsonby Paige (A Cautionary Edwardian Tale)

The trumpet called Clarissa from the gates of Kazakhstan
Though she travelled incognito, she was following a plan
To tell the world about the plight of her fellow suffragettes
Until she came upon a dark Prince with his funny cigarettes

Then it was hey-ho and away we go, roll another one please
Legs akimbo in the air, or down upon your knees
Take your inhibitions and throw them in the bin
Lay back and think of England as you revel in your sin
Take your inhibitions and fling them far and wide
Lay back and think of England as you head out for the ride

Clarissa fell on hard times, when the Prince refused to play
Now she runs a house of ill repute, on the road to Mandalay
Where the mountain men are restless and always form a queue
So to stop the fights on Saturday nights, she often takes on two

Then it was hey-ho and away we go, roll another one please
Legs akimbo in the air, or down upon your knees
Take your inhibitions and throw them in the bin
Lay back and think of England as you revel in your sin
Take your inhibitions and fling them far and wide
Lay back and think of England as you head out for the ride

So if you know a lady, who may travel east or west
Tell her of Clarissa and the funny cigarettes
And if she will not listen, you must turn to her and say
‘Keep your hand on your ha’penny' to keep those men at bay.

If not it's was hey-ho and away we go, roll another one please
Legs akimbo in the air, or down upon your knees
Take your inhibitions and throw them in the bin
Lay back and think of England as you revel in your sin

The Ballad of Lady Clarissa Ponsonby Paige (A Cautionary Edwardian Tale.)

Live from last summer gig. 
This track represents somehow the end of a chapter for us, since lots of things are happening right now that are re-shaping our lives and our work. We won't be performing live again for some time, so, in the meantime, enjoy this! 
We also filmed a videoclip for this one, you can watch it on Youtube: http://bit.ly/atertrip_the_diarist

Lyrics:

I must find a place representing me
a photograph a memory
or maybe just a little bone
Last night I thought that a starry sky
could be a part of me
Am I so pretencious?
I really don’t know...
all my words run so fast
but I am motionless
The truth is that I’m building
Your thoughts and all you think
representing me

You build me wings
but than you change
your ideas
and turn all in horns
All words will change
their sense
in a minute
because I’m on building

The past is my present
the future is my memory, a big hole
I can’t stop thinking...
about the past
things are gone
every single day
It’s like a little trip
in the gone future
So I let the people and the things that
condition my person
be a condicion

You build me wings
but than you change
your ideas
and turn all in horns
All words will change
their sense
in a minute
because I’m on building

CC License - Free Download

ATERTRIP - The Diarist (live) - Free Download

Music and Lyrics by JMDahlström

Since you came,
I must confess,
that everything's 
been going well
To see you smile
it makes me high
I want to be with you
by your side.

Copycat, you do the same thing,
I do - you're a copycat ...

Ba dam, ba da dam ...

Since I became
who I am now
with everything 
that was going on
To feel you near it 
makes me high
I want to be with you
by your side

She's our copycat,
she does the same things
we do - she's a copy cat ...

Copycat (one-take + solo guitar)

I've been asked by Micah Gettys of Graphics on Televisions to get on this track. Micah plays the drums. This is for a gift album for his wife Shizuka. The album has an extraordinary cast of soundclouders. Check it out here http://culelu.bandcamp.com/album/camios and if you would like to follow the project: https://soundcloud.com/culelu

additional tracks from the album CAMIOS available on SOUNDCLOUD include:

*-in-/ micah gettys -miakyatto
https://soundcloud.com/culelu/miakyatto?in=culelu/sets/culelu-camios

*-in-/ micah gettys - kawasemi
https://soundcloud.com/seemslikein/kawasemi?in=culelu/sets/culelu-camios

* e-ruizzo/ micah gettys - kabutomushi
https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/kabutomushi-from-camios-with-culelu?in=culelu/sets/culelu-camios

*mayor of donutville / micah gettys – komori
https://soundcloud.com/mayor-of-donutville/culelu-komori-from-the-new-free-album-camios-link-in-description

*pretzels malone/ micah gettys - kuma
https://soundcloud.com/lil-spaceman/kuma

*mayor of donutville / micah gettys – kurage
https://soundcloud.com/culelu/kurage

*-in- / micah gettys – herajika
https://soundcloud.com/seemslikein/culelu-herajika

*steinberg / micah gettys - neko
https://soundcloud.com/teinberg-1/neko-from-the-new-free-album-camios-download-in-description

*ryan morrs / micah gettys (aka graphics on television) – furamingo
https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions/culelu-furamingo

*ryan morrs / micah gettys (aka GoTV) – mambo
https://soundcloud.com/culelu/manbou

@culelu
www.facebook.com/culelu.music
culelu.bandcamp.com/




sanshouo (from the new [free] album "camios" / link in description)

" She's leaving home " - David McWilliams
An instrumental Style Version of the song by the Beatles. Focused on guitar and improvised.

She's Leaving Home

Cahoots

Singer-Songwriter, Napier's Bones vocalist, Digital Artist, Photographer and Film Maker from Plymouth UK. 

New FREE Solo Album Here : 
www.nathanjontillett.bandcamp.com

I compose, perform and record original and personal songs using mainly mobile devices. 
Styles include : Prog rock, soulful ballads and soaring instrumentals. Comments, crit and mockery always welcome !

I occasionally collaborate with other musicians around the world, something I enjoy immensely.
https://soundcloud.com/nathanjontillett/sets/collaborations

If you'd like to collaborate with me in any way, please feel free to shoot me your ideas.

Also now the vocalist in new UK Prog Band "Napiers Bones". Our debut album is FREE here :
www.napiersbones.bandcamp.com

Thanks for stopping by. Nathan :)

Napier's Bones are :

Nathan Jon Tillett
Gordon Midgley   

Taking the Classic Prog sound as a foundation to create challenging, extended form progressive rock music. 

Our first three albums are available as "Name Your Price" downloads via Bandcamp. Each package comes complete with print-at-home scaled CD case inlays.
Sessions for the 4th album are underway with a release targeted for early 2017.

Fear & Trembling (2015)

napiers_bones

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