Fairy Tale Ending

by Fear of the Forest

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agutterfan If you think modern music sounds too much the same, here's an individual artist making music like nobody current. Though she uses traditional instruments like hurdy gurdy & folk traditional tunes, this is not archaeology but recovery. And the lyrics are very modern in their surrealist defiance and disobedience. Great album. Then check out night-school.bandcamp.com/album/znayesh-yak-rozkazhy. Favorite track: Family (La Folia).
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lvcian svmmerisle I first heard Fear of the Forest supporting Sieben at a gig a few years ago and I've been desperate for more of their content ever since. This album is electric from start to finish, with a lovely, chewy, engrossing sound. Entrancing dulcimer drifts across textures of cello and hurdy-gurdy, while politically-charged lyrics lift and empower the spirit of the listener. I can't stop telling my friends about it! Favorite track: Ordinary Man.
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Ordinary Man 03:19
Something's gonna happen Something bad And you can't stop it You're just an ordinary man It's on the TV Terrible things That people do with No thought, no reasoning It's hard to believe That could happen here When after all we've Been safe for so many years They keep you pacified With their myths of love And all the other things Things you can never really have It's on the TV The latest panacea Keeps you distracted When you should be mad with fear I think that you're the only one Who knows what's really going on Just look at all those fools Always playing by the rules Constructing their reality Defining their normality Ignoring the hostility Excusing the stupidity Well you can show them I've got the perfect way They need to know that Death is never far away It's not really me It's the gun in my hand It's the voice in my head It's the line in the sand No, it's not really me This is not what I planned How could it be? I'm just an ordinary man And all the neighbours Don't understand How could this happen? He was such an ordinary man
The unfettered mind is the terrified mind It will leave all hope of happiness behind When you think you have to know so you look over the wall There'll be no one to catch you when you fall But you must never question Or hint at the suggestion That things are not all that they seem here The uncluttered mind is the dangerous mind You can kiss all certainty and sanity goodbye For untrammelled thought will take you to that tremulous place Where you feel like you're falling through space So you must never question Or even hint at the suggestion That things aren't at all what they seem here And the world is not all that we see here And love is not all that we need here Yes most of all you must never question love For the unclouded mind reveals a sun that's too bright And the Milgram pilgrims shut their eyes, shut their eyes And stick their fingers in their ears when their Prometheus screams Do you know what's out there? Have you seen?
Elizabeth has fallen down the stairs They must have caught her unawares The carpet weavers' houses have no banisters And so she lands in a peculiar position Someone calls for the physician But too late, and she is buried in the family tradition The year is 1897 With the dawn on Monday morning, nine years later In a most determined manner Alfred in his nightshirt quits this sorry earth It is for want of work and want of wife He's taken up a kitchen knife To bleed his throat dry, and they find him lying face down on the hearth But at least he didn't linger Like his brother when he fell from off the cart In the disaster that occurred On the way to Foggy Furze An incident unfortunate with poison Happens to poor Alfred's cousin Whose wife's position means she must allay suspicion He was the victim of a dark turn of events With an unhappy consequence Involving strychnine But there's not a single shred of evidence Despite her dubious defence After I had gone they used to say That I was always rather strange And they were never sure They said I disappeared before the war And my own family thought I'd died But I just led a different life If you look close enough You'll see me in the photograph
I ask you two questions You answer me one I'll ask you one question You'll answer me none (Ssarwala missdood jakzang) So says an Iron Old Man To the Thief of the Heart The end of each chapter Leads back to the start So I'll dance all alone Like I've done all along It's only while the sun is burning It's only while the wheel is turning (Ssarwala missdood jakzang)
Shanty 03:30
Well I believed what I was told To save me the trouble of thinking I dipped my toe in the sea of knowledge And felt like I was sinking So we made our home upon the sand And I dressed up in beautiful shells And I cooked you your fish and your lobsters And left the boat building to somebody else But if you say you can't argue with nature Then nature might argue with you I couldn't live on the shoreline all my life Without learning a thing or two But will you be the one who rocks the boat And rings the bells And then when the whole thing capsizes Will you blame it on somebody else? And now you say you must set sail A far shore for to reach It's more important to go forth and conquer Than to clear up the mess you've left on the beach But when the ship goes down, you know It's every man for himself Every man for himself And every woman for somebody else
Once you could see the fires burn As blackened stones can testify I knew that I would not return Misshapen, false, infantilised Win or lose Win or die See it shine A pitiless sun on a pitiless land I survived Where all gods die But now I find I've buried my heart in a heart of sand Now all the stones they will stay dead Whether the stars are green or red
The horizon is too close And another siren sounds An asylum for their hopes The soldiers in this banal battleground Fighting, fighting Tomorrow they'll do it all again Now in an afterglow You whisper siren sounds The horizon is too close I feel my tears come falling down Falling, falling In anticipation of the pain You're laughing but not today You're leaving but not today You're changing but not today The world will always be that way
In the beginning it was the sign of civilisation The greatest thing since the invention of the wheel But it's their purpose to procure their profits' prediction It is the desert of the real That day it started at the sign of the Leathern Bottle The papermakers gathered hundreds on the heath Against the wheels, against the engines and the metal Against the progress that they preach You can choose your battles but you cannot choose your weapon You may have the sledgehammers but they have got the guns And all your anger is just giving them a reason But you've got to fight although you know They've already won Another shot and I thought I saw someone falling But it was just an old man who was getting in the way The reverend's read the Riot Act but no one's listening He's on the side of the machine anyway At Mr Spicer's Glory Mill it's the final showdown All the king's horses and the Grenadier Guards 'We will have no more stories, we will have them all down' Until the killing starts Last time I saw you it was at Portsmouth harbour When the prison ship was taking you away They say Van Diemen's Land is hard, but it will be harder For those who fight another day Depend on the machine Defending the machine We're caught in the machine
Isn't it dangerous out in the woods? That's how the story goes Something is waiting out there in the dark Monsters and shadows All alone on my path through the trees It's nice that you've come to my rescue But I wonder if you can ever believe That's not what I want from you I want you to speak with your own voice You don't have to sound like all the rest Don't you know you can make a choice So don't fear the forest The lights and the noise of the city's distractions They'll never be enough The shadows are just our reflections And the monsters are amongst us Something is waiting out there in the dark But it's not what you're thinking It's true that most things are beyond your control But that is the beautiful thing So why don't you sing with your own voice This is the least that you can do Don't you know you get just one chance?


released November 21, 2016

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jonathan Clayton at One Cat Studio, Brixton, 2016 Chemin Vert Recordings
Cover painting by Carol Arnold
Photography by Scott Brimley


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Fear of the Forest London, UK

'Punk baroque' project fronted by Kate Arnold katearnolduk.bandcamp.com, featuring hammered dulcimer, hurdy gurdy, violin, cello, vocals, and Middle Eastern percussion.

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