good teamwork chaps, you've put your own slant on a classic. Bravo

Well done chaps, interesting to see the inner workings of WTMD, a lot of work for Colin and Guy but you stuck at it and the result is splendid. I much enjoyed singing this, always loved the song. I'm off to check out the ghost house version now :)

Collaborations

Tales Of Dun Aenghus - Overture

Recorded AND composed "on the fly" in the Narthex of the Regimental Church of The Black Watch (RHR) of Canada, 14 June 2014. This tune was 100% IMPROVISED on the spot.

The tune was named and dedicated shortly after...

In Memory of Pipe Major John Huggan MMM CD (1930-2001)

LEST WE FORGET


A Lament for Pipe Major John May Huggan

An almost hypnotic piece of great Celtic-Ambient power... the focus is a distant lighthouse, which is situated on a wee rocky island which straddles the North Atlantic Ocean and the Norwegian Sea, which was once the northernmost inhabited point in the UK.

Many thanks to the lads from @dunaenghus for helping me out on this one...

Composed by Jeff McCarthy
Northumbrian Pipes, Great Highland Bagpipe, Piano, Synths and Irish Whistles by STDM
Electric Guitars: Martin Neuhold
Bass: Guy Mauseth

The Lights Of Muckle Flugga

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

TIME - cover by NJT & JM

Featuring special guest Karen Beeri https://soundcloud.com/karen-beeri on vocals, and of course her brother and my brother in music, Guy Beeri Mauseth https://soundcloud.com/duke21 on Bass.

"Who built these walls around me
Just what is happening to me
They twist and turn a labyrinth
Of anger and uncertainty..."

προσέξτε το Μινώταυρο

There are people in this world that seek to sincerely help you and see you through to a better place... others... are just... minotaurs. Everyone knows one.

Minotaur

There is a place behind the battle lines where the Mechs of "Inverness Squadron", go to rest, re-supply, and recharge. It is informally known by the operators as "Tartan Mech Paradise". (TMP)

Lots of good times, whisky and inspirational bagpipe music to be had here... when the place hasn't been lit up by the enemy...

This track basically consists of a pair of themes which recur, one of them is actually very similar to the old music of the pipes, known as piobaireachd.

Enjoy!

Tartan Mech Paradise

Classified, Numbered, Filed, Monitored, Analyzed... we must break free! Is this the anthem of the homeless person!? The people that pass unnoticed in the cities of our world? I think it is. 

Kind of a throwback to garage rock of the 60s, and epically long musical bridges of the 70s...

The Mighty Guy Mauseth @duke21 on bass!

And with this track, I will soon have an important STDM announcement to make.

I'm a prisoner of nothing
There ain't no keys
No cell no bars around me
I go where I please

You can't hold me back
You can't keep me down
These streets are my kingdom
And I wear the crown

A prisoner of nothing
I'm a prisoner-- of nothing
I'm a prisoner of nothing
A prisoner—  of nothing

Your regulations don't impress me at all
Read the end-user license agreement
"We get to put your back 
To the wall"

There's this thing you call love
You can send it back right away
I didn't sign up for this and
All the games you play

I’m a prisoner-- of nothing
Just a prisoner-- of nothing
Just a prisoner of nothing
A prisoner of nothing, yeah

(bridge)

Heart shattered... emotions moribund
You can take it back right away
For a full and utter refund

I'm no prisoner of love as
You can plainly see
I'm no prisoner of hate or greed
For I am truly free

I'm a prisoner of nothing
Just a prisoner of nothing
A prisoner of nothing
Just a prisoner
Just a prisoner
A prisoner of nothing
Just a prisoner
Just a prisoner
Of nothing






A Prisoner Of Nothing

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

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)

Take a moment, if you can, from your busy lives.....

Video version now available here :
http://youtu.be/CV79B00bnQo

My first original piece of music for quite a while, hopefully this signals the end of music writers block !
Hope you enjoy :)
All music made on an iPad2 with Garageband, Sessionband Piano edition and Omenie's M3000 HD.
Mixed & mastered with Garageband for Mac.

Artwork made with Matter app for iPad.

Thanks to https://soundcloud.com/gordon_m for the production advice

Shifting Sands

Uploaded with AudioShare app - http://kymatica.com/audioshare


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



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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

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.

-------------------------

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
-----------------------------
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....
-----------------------
The End?

Wistman's Wood (2015)

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 :)

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