Collaborations

Who remembers the priceless sensationalist headline in late 2013 “Ghost Ship full of Cannibal Rats heads for UK” ?

Well, it inspired me, firstly to make a Photoshop joke (see picture) and now I bring you the Rock Opera !!!

Sitting somewhere between Iron Maiden and Spinal Tap, this one has the OTT tongue-in-cheek dial turned up to 11 !

Had loads of fun making this one, including recording my vocals on an iPad in a blacked-out office during a thunderstorm. Really helped get into character !

Delighted to bring you the Soundcloud debut of Matt Harfield-Mitchell http://soundcloud.com/matt-mitchell-2 who did a stellar spoken cameo as “The Newsreader” at very short notice. Well done Matt !

Thanks also go to http://soundcloud.com/gordon_m  who nudged me towards using this story as the theme and also to Patrick at http://thegaragebandguide.com
for his kind help and advice with Garageband 10

The tech details :
Guitar : Gibson Les Paul 95
Interface : Apogee Jam
Mic : iRig Mic
DAW/Amp Sim : Garageband for iOS and GB 10 for Mac
Synth Bass : GB10 via Logic Remote app on iPad
Drums : GB10 Drummer

“Cannibal Rat Ghost Ship” © Nathan Jon Tillett 2014

Intro :
[news announcement]

Verse 1 : 
The papers say that there’s a curse on the way
Something evil is heading for you
A “ghost ship full of cannibal rats”
If what the papers say is true
A 40 year old cruise ship that was cut adrift
Lost for a year it’s understood
But lurking in the shadows in the depths of the hull
Are diseased rats with a thirst for blood

Chorus :
Beware the cannibal rat ghost ship
Beware the cannibal rat ghost ship
We’re all gonna die !

Break :
[news announcement]
[solo]

Verse 2 :
The papers say that it’s much too late
The Lyubov Orlova is near
Tsunami waves have brought the ghost ship this way, and
Murine armageddon is here
So you would be wise, when you see their red eyes
To lock your doors and hide in your bed
But put the strychnine away because the papers now say
That it might be killer spiders instead !


Chorus :
Beware the cannibal rat ghost ship
Beware the cannibal rat ghost ship
We’re all gonna die !

Help us !

Everybody panic !

Run naked in the streets !

Loot the supermarkets !

Set fire to....stuff !

Stock up on bread and milk !

AAAAAAgh, you’d better run for your lives !



Cannibal Rat Ghost Ship

This song has previously appeared to in two other fond incarnations. Firstly, the vocal was used in the sublime and powerful track "End of the World" by influential and much-loved band "Refracted Memories" with the unique style of Mike Wadlow and secondly, the piano and bass parts were used by axe-man Jack Morefield to make the instrumental guitar odyssey "The Weight".
This third version reunites the vocal with the original bass and piano plus some additional synths.
Many thanks to Jack Morefield for allowing me to use his superb guitar work again and for adding a great drum track.

Lyrics, Vocals, Piano, Bass, Synths & Artwork : Nathan Jon Tillett
Lead and Rhythm Guitars, Drums : Jack Morefield
https://soundcloud.com/jackwm

Lyrics :
Time waits for no man
The chime of fate must toll
how was it meant to be ?
What does it mean to me ?

Felt like the weight of the world upon my shoulder,
Felt like the debt of the world upon my soul,
Felt like the blood of the world was running colder,
Felt like the end of the world

Time heals the deep wounds
The crime conceals the pain
How was I meant to see ?
What does it mean to be free ?

Felt like the fate of the world was all my burden
Felt like the hour of the world was running low
Felt like the face of the world looked pale and sullen
Felt like the end of the world

The hourglass is filled with tears
That trickle slowly through the years
And drop by drop those tears shall pass
From the upper to the under-glass
And when the hourglass runs dry
Finding no more tears to cry
Will the vessel still release me then
Or just be turned over again
Oh oh oh

The Weight of the World - feat. Jack Morefield

It's a total privilege when Nathan Tillett sings on one of your songs. Nathan is one of the best singers out there and a brilliant musician.Thank you Nath for elevating the song, thank you mate.
 Check his great music here https://soundcloud.com/nathanjontillett

Nathan Jon Tillett : VOCALS
Evangelos Koudonas : guitars,bass,keyboards,drums programming.

Lyrics :
Tell me what you want from me
I have given everything

It ain't hard for me to see
That my love don't mean a thing

I was down ,in the night
Battered and bruised,scarred for life
Out in the streets looking for clues
Burning inside and paying my dues
With a heart on fire and nothing to lose,
nothing to lose, nothing, nothing to lose, no!

So, tell me what you want from me
I have given everything
It ain't hard for me to see
That my love don't mean a thing

If love is a mountain I ' ll climb to its top
If love is a war I ' ll make it stop
If love is fire I ' ll feed its flame
If love is a beast I 'll have it tamed
So - Tell me what you want from me
I have given everything!
All this time I was a fool
playing only by your rules!

Tell Me What You Want From Me (Feat. Nathan Tillett on Vocals)

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

TIME - cover by NJT & JM

Duel 2 Duet : Selena Jay & Nathan Jon Tillett

After all his marvelous comments on my tracks I had to check out Nathan Jon Tillett's music and when I did then I was amazed. 
Awesome iPad controlled synth solos that sound like guitars from the 22nd Century.
W-O-W!!

You can find him here :

http://soundcloud.com/nathanjontillett

So we just had to make a collab track :))

I worked on an old skool electro-disco kinda thing then we let the soloing demons loose.

Nathan solos in the 1st half, then I reply after the break

Duel 2 Duet : Feat. Nathan Jon Tillett

A cover song of the traditional title The House Of The Rising Sun which was made famous by The Animals. 

Nathan Tillett: Vocals
Colin Powell: Guitars, piano, synths and drums arrangement.
Guy Beeri Mauseth: Bass guitar, Taurus, Hammond.

Mixed and mastered by Guy Beeri Mauseth on iPad4/ Auria. 

 

The House Of The Rising Sun

After Selena's track "Duel to Duet" it was only a matter of time before we invited the Futuristic Keytar Toting Nathan Jon Tillett over to the Factory for a jam.

We even stocked up on dry ice......

Check him out @nathanjontillett

Nathan : Garageband keytar and screaming leads
Selena : Microbrute analog synths
Gordon : Guitars & Bass

Rock On!

Outbreak ( feat. Nathan Jon Tillett)

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

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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...

Angel Jose - vocals
Nathan Jon Tillett - Garageband guitar (yep, that's done on an ipad people...)
apapdop - what's left

Nathan just set this one on fire...

Nathan Jon Tillett vs Angel Jose vs apapdop - "Six o'clock In Princes Street"

A personal song I made with Refracted Memories nearly two years ago. Very pleased to give it a new home on my cloud.

Music & Production : Mike Wadlow
https://soundcloud.com/michaelw-2

Guitars : Jack Morefield
https://soundcloud.com/jackwm

Vocals, Lyrics & Photo by me.

"Love Child"
My eyes are your eyes, we see the same
My soul is your soul, I pass the flame
My heart is your heart, beating in time
My blood is your blood, flows down the line

Your pain is my pain, we share the hurt
Your joy is my joy, laughing in the dirt
Your fear is my fear, I’ll be your guard
Your strength is my strength, no challenge is too hard

This life is your life, it’s just the start
This path is your path, one day we must part
These dreams are your dreams, all yours to pursue
These words are yours to keep, take all my love with you

Love Child - Refracted Memories & Nathan Jon Tillett

A simple, catchy pop-rock song for the Summer, hope you enjoy :)

Had this one kicking around unfinished for over a year. Started off in a cheesy electro style which wasn't right. Then I played it to my good friend and Napier's Bones bandmate
https://soundcloud.com/gordon_m

He kindly offered to add his sparkling twin 12 string guitars and also played a fantastic bass track plus some subtle echoing clean leads. Really pleased with the result. Big thanks to Gordon for his valued input on this track !

Lyrically, this was one of the first songs I ever wrote, back in my very early 20s which might account for the naive idealism, but much of it still applies.

Music, Lyrics, Vocals and Cover Art by me, made and recorded with Garageband for iOS.
Rhythm Guitars, Bass & Clean Leads by Gordon Midgley

Thanks for listening folks :)

"Free Flying" © Nathan Jon Tillett 2015

Don’t need your rules, heard them before
They’re made for breaking and I’ll gladly break ‘em all
Don’t need your ideas, on how it all should be
I’ll live my own way, and I’m just flying free yeah

Don’t need your ways, I’ve got my own
If only you could see that there’s a life you’ve never known
Don’t need commandments, they’re not for me
I’ll live my own way, and I’m just flying free yeah

Chorus :
Free...flying, free flying high oh oh oh
Flying so free

Don’t need opinions, keep to yourself
Mind your own business,  do it for my mental health
Don’t need your bullet points, objective 1, 2, 3
I’ll live my own way, and I’m just flying free yeah

Don’t need religion, each to their own
Makes sense to me that we all reap the seeds we’ve sown
Don’t need an answer, I can live with mystery
I’ll live my own way, and I’m just flying free yeah

Chorus

Free Flying - feat. gordon_m

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?

*** The 4000 character limit imposed by SC means we can't print all the lyrics -> follow this link to our FB page  
https://www.facebook.com/napiersbonesband/posts/1621592221433272:0
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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

Hosting this lovely old collab track as a tribute to the band "Refracted Memories" who many of you will know.
Now a well-honed three-piece, they are shortly to be releasing a beautiful new album called "Stepping Stones" and I wish them every success. You can find all their news here :
https://www.facebook.com/RefractedMemory

I only contributed a small vocal cameo midway through this track but it's of special sentimental value for me as it was the very first time anyone asked me to sing for them and I've never forgotten it. So if you need to unwind, feel the sun and smell the flowers, sit back and let this warm and mellow song take you Home.

Words & Music :
https://soundcloud.com/michaelw-2

Guitars :
https://soundcloud.com/jackwm

Vocals & Photo : NJT

Home - Refracted Memories & Nathan Jon Tillett

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)

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)

The Transfiguration : Part 1 : An Air of Mystery
Napier's Bones, January 2016

The first complete track from "The Transfiguration", a 24 min suite telling of a paranormal investigator eager to debunk another folkloric legend for the benefit of his eager TV audience.
Ratings pressure from other, more spectacular, ghost-hunting shows  leads to a compromise between his scientific rigour and the need for dramatic programming.

The ruined Holy Trinity Church of Buckfastleigh, Devon, is the location for his latest assignment : to find evidence relating to the infamous Squire Richard Cabell...
Seventeenth Century Schizoid Man.

Are You Sitting Comfortably?
Then we'll begin.

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1. An Air of Mystery
 
Another week, a new assignment
Ratings up with every phantom found
Goodbye kiss then onto Devon roads
Such a Happy Haunting Ground

Another well-loved ancient story
Handed down through history
Like Wistman's Wood, the Hand of Glory
They cling to make-believe

	Discarding age-old superstition
	On camera captured in full view 

Network :        "If it's there, it's on air"

Darting by the river, I see the ruined church in silhouette
So it's Squire Cabell, his spectral hounds and mausoleum glowing red
Sensors all around the tomb, remote connect all seeing eyes
Rational sights you can believe, midnight transmission time

	Presenting only what I find
	The viewers making up their minds 
Network :       "Success, Speaks for itself"

A air of mystery, goes a long way
A hint of danger, goes a long way
A little guidance, goes a long way
And who needs certainty? They all prefer it to be this way....
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The Transfiguration 
(1) An Air of Mystery
(2) Broadcasting Live
(3) No Return?


1. An Air of Mystery

The Transfiguration : 

3. No Return?
Napier's Bones, January 2016

From the new album "Hell and High Water"
__________
The Squire's ghost, bathed in praeternatural light, pauses to absorb his surroundings, eyes wide open but staring blankly. Present yet in defiance of the physical world and its laws.

Strands of hair are stirred by an unnatural breeze as this glorious,  radiant apparition points toward the investigator, "another so-called seeker of the Truth".

A lifetime of taking measurements and adhering to scientific principles couldn't prepare him for this encounter, a coalescence of the temporal and eternal.

Frightened,  amazed and mesmerised in turn, the man remembers the rhymes and folklore of his childhood and shakes off his hypnotic fascination. If this is Squire Cabell's ghost then his problems have only just begun.

A low, hollow, hissing sound changes to a sonorous groan as the Squire addresses his captive audience.....
__________

Another so-called seeker of the truth, 
Another Fool in search of wisdom
Another Fool demanding proof

I care not for your difference engines
Machines cannot the truth divine
Your petty laws, philosophy
In the darkness cannot shine

I serve a different master now
No chains of sin, no need atone
As Doubting Thomas found belief
All you have is Death Alone

Mark well, no artifice
Your monuments and spires crumble, it all comes down to this

We, The Hidden Ones, The Veiled Ones, Eternally
We, The Hidden Ones, The Veiled Ones, Eternity

And Veiled Thou Art !

*** Children's Rondo : Distant***

In this Half-World, this land of dreams
The dark, forbidden realms of sacred mystery
Far removed from mortal ebb and flow
Condemned to watch, and watch alone, all the life I've known

Such a long way, Such a long way
Such a long way from home

Such a long way, Such a long way
I'm so very far from home
__________

"Every man must do two things alone : he must do his own believing and his own dying"
Martin Luther

3. No Return?

Mallerstang Morning : Napier's Bones January 2016

Part 1 of "Semerwater : The Fall"

Flood-as-retribution stories are part of the history and folklore of every culture, from Sumerian legends to Noah's Ark and Plato's Atlantean accounts. A natural disaster inflicted on a population as Divine punishment for perceived transgressions.
For Side 2 we're travelling to the Yorkshire Dales of Northern England for a local explanation of the origins of Lake Semerwater. 

We start the song-cycle with the lead character, one of the last itinerant minstrels, travelling between rural villages and earning his living with a blend of news, gossip, entertainment and life-advice. The tabloid press of his day perhaps....

Come and meet our rogueish Jack-the-Lad, enjoy his thrilling tales in the splendour of the Northern Hills and marvel at the dexterity of a true Jack-of-All-Trades.

You'll not regret the time you spend with us.....

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Mallerstang Morning

Full of pride as Nateby's left behind, 
on to Mallerstang, all I survey, this morning's mine
The mounting light, the silky sky, 
Precious gifts received with thanks, so debonair am I

From place to place, unfettered free
I sing my songs, the life I choose, oh this is me

Eden's real, I hear her song, 
Cross Wild Boar slopes, I make my way, lightly skip along
Pendragon dwelt here years ago,
 I quietly bow, breathe the air, I feel I know

I ply my trade, I sell them smiles
From feast to fete let's celebrate, different names for different times

A wandering minstrel I, with fiddle, harp and rogueish smile
Bring you news, I'll sing for you, 
A jester, healer, seer too

Gather round beside the fire, I'll perform to your heart's desire
Smiling all, a sight to see, 
You'll not regret the time you spend with me

*** Pastoral interlude : Mallerstang Morning ***

The road is home, the road is life, 
with courtly grace, a maiden's blush,  gallante as any knight
Many skills have I acquired, 
curing palsy, curing gout, banish pains within, without

From place to place, unfettered free
I sing my songs, the life I choose, oh this is me

Past Abbotside as evening falls, 
I see the lights of village life, time to make my calls
Hear thrilling tales as ales are poured, 
of witches deeds, enchanted sleep, on High Stainmore

I ply my trade, I deal in smiles
From feast to fete let's celebrate, different names for different times

A wandering minstrel I, with fiddle, harp and rogueish smile
Bring you news, I'll sing for you, 
A jester, healer, seer too
Gather round beside the fire, I'll perform to your heart's desire
Smiling all, a sight to see, 
You'll not regret the time you spend with me
You'll not forget the time you spend with me


Mallerstang Morning

Watch the music video here: https://youtu.be/1hNjOqfdloA

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We'll Get There by Rasec + Nathan Jon Tillett (WATCH THE VIDEO)

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 :)