Apparitions

by Chris Cleverley

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"I never did believe in ghosts until I saw out a six month contract in a haunted house."

And so it was in this setting that Chris Cleverley's forthcoming album Apparitions was conceived.

"An album as much about hauntings as it is about memory, and the fine line that can separate the two."

For some time now, whispers have been spreading far and wide around the new British Folk Scene about Chris Cleverley and his haunting tales of ghost women, lonesome clock towers, lovelorn mariners and hospital beds.

November 2015 will see the release of Cleverley’s eagerly awaited debut full length album, which captures perfectly the roots of his singer/songwriter approach for which he has been well known in the Midlands for a number of years. The songs themselves –through the recording process - have developed however into something new altogether, appearing as full band arrangements, featuring the musicians who regularly appear in his live band, including contributions from renowned singer/songwriters Dan Whitehouse and Kim Lowings, as well as string arrangements by Marion Fleetwood of Meet On The Ledge and the Jigantics.

Chris says of the album, which features both original songs and arrangements of traditional tunes,

“The record is very much grounded in the British and American folk traditions on which I was raised. The complexity of the fingerstyle guitar techniques of the folk revival players -Nic Jones, John Renbourn, Martin Simpson - have shaped my playing immeasurably and it was essential this influence came across throughout. It’s remarkable though the direction a record can take from start to finish; such a huge variety of influences creep in, almost unnoticed. I’ve always been fascinated by harmony, big arrangements, dramatic crescendos, and the guidance of contemporary artists like Elliott Smith and Bon Iver certainly led the way with my musical experiments when making the album.”

Releases 30th October

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Chris Cleverley Birmingham, UK

Whispers have been spreading far and wide around the British Folk Scene about Chris Cleverley and his haunting tales of ghost women, lonesome clock towers, lovelorn mariners and hospital beds. Chris’ trademark sound is at times likened to the magnitude of a full orchestra only to moments later pull audiences to the very edge of their seats to soak in the delicate spider-like touch of his playing. ... more

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Track Name: Transience
Instrumental
Track Name: The Dawn Before The Day
You were all mine.
You were all mine
Through October to the green spring time
All mine, all mine.

All the way down the line
From the ripple of the rustling breeze,
To the lapping of the breaking seas.
All mine, all mine.
You were all mine.

But so it seems, you’ve come to see
The dawn before they day.
If that’s all I should be on my way.

You can find me down by the stream
(If you’ve need of me that is to say).
In my reveries and fleeting dreams
All day.
All the day.

But so it seems, you’ve come to see
The dawn before they day.
If that’s all I should be on my way.

There’s a mariner down by the quay
And all washed in evening moonshine.
From his lips come that ancient rhyme
“she was all mine, Oh yes, all mine.”

Well it’s all done now this time
You couldn’t keep it together all the day.
It was too tired and too weathered like they say
but you’re strong; oh yes you tried.
You tried.

But so it seems, you’ve come to see
The dawn before they day.
If that’s all I should be on my way.
Track Name: Lesson
Won’t you tell me everything I’ve been wanting you to say?
I’d like to know what you’re thinking love, at the closing of the day.
And we could light a lantern in the porch to guide the way
Of the ramblers like us, who’ve been lonesome and afraid.

Oh we’re young, we’re tentative
With a world lying in our hands.
In want of words of wisdom
I hope perhaps you’ll understand.

I tried to keep my thoughts of you love, at my lowest points today
When they sent me marching with my orders, as they handed me my pay.
And a man may starve tomorrow and the debt is on my hands.
And I can but think “Oh had I but been born a stronger man”.

I’m young, I’ve been insensitive
To the world lying in our hands.
In want of words of wisdom
I hope perhaps you’ll understand.
Bereft of words of wisdom, darling might you understand?
Track Name: Missing Persons
It’s sobering and clear man,
Despite what you hear,
You’ve scattered all them pieces astray.
There’s tumbling and balancing
And all of their intrigues
There’s rambling, then losing your way.

But you know how it goes
Cause you’ve all been around
And I suspect that’s what you’ve meant all those years, no?

It’s holding on promises of rhyme and of reason,
While stalling and waiting around for the seasons.
And it’s tied in with thoughts of her and where she is going to
And if I left as well with all my to-ings and fro-ings too
To Cornwal, or Bristol
Or some place equivalent,
To be a missing person for now.
Just a missing person. That’s all.

I’m more tired than I thought,
I’m more drunk than I ought to be
When thinking on getting away.
Well there’s one thing I’ve thought,
It’s that one thing you taught to me;
You must have a good enough reason to stay.
And you know how it goes

Cause you’ve all felt the call of the ocean
Alive in your ears.

It’s holding on promises of rhyme and of reason,
While stalling and waiting around for the seasons.
And it’s tied in with wondering “Oh where she is going to”
And if I left as well with all my to-ings and fro-ings too
Down to Boscastle
Or even somewhere less familiar,
To be a missing person for now.
Just a missing person. That’s all.

And for the next few days or weeks, or even a year or two
A missing person for now
Just a missing person. That’s all.
I’m sorry friends, but until further notice
I’m a missing person for now
Just a missing person. That’s all.
Track Name: I Wish I Was A Mole In The Ground
I wish I was a mole in the ground,
I wish I was a mole in the ground.
If I was mole in the ground,
well I’d route that mountain down.
I wish I was a mole in the ground.

Kimpy wants a nine dollar shawl,
Kimpy wants a nine dollar shawl.
When I come over that hill
with my forty dollar bill
Baby where’ve you been so long?

I’ve been in the pen so long,
I’ve been in the pen so long.
I’ve been in the pen so long
With the rough and rowdy men
Baby that’s where I’ve been so long.

Well I’d never trust a railroad man,
I’d never trust a railroad man.
I’d never trust a railroad man
Well he’d kill you where you stand
And then drink up all your blood like wine.

I wish I was a Lizard in the spring,
I wish I was a Lizard in the spring.
If I was a Lizard in the Spring,
Well I’d hear my baby sing,
I wish I was a Lizard in the Spring,

I wish I was a mole in the ground,
I wish I was a mole in the ground.
If I was mole in the ground,
well I’d route that mountain down.
I wish I was a mole in the ground.
Track Name: Acetylene
Well I guess this proves you don’t get to choose,
I’ve been spirited away.
And slightly drawn pictures form
Of all that I owe you
In cold blooded, serpentine comforting.

Oh I feel lost in you, all destitute
And strapped and bound,
And so then I prostitute myself
And then this reticence abounds.

All of those quiet composures
Were jettisoned away.
And who could know that it happens,
Oh ever so accidentally?

Oh well I’m lost in you, all destitute
And strapped and bound and
So then I prostitute myself
And then this reticence abounds

Oh well I’m lost in you, all destitute
When you fuck and strap and I’m bound,
So then I prostitute my body, morals, ethics by the pound.
Track Name: Apparitions
Last Night.
Last night – I was making up for lost time.

‘Cause I swear,
I saw her there
An apparition in the half-light.
An apparition in the half-light.
Track Name: O Shenandoah
O Shenandoah, I long to see you
Roll away, you rolling river.
O Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Roll away, I’m bound to go.
Across the wide Missouri

O Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Roll away, you rolling river.
For her I’d cross your rolling waters
Roll away, I’m bound to go.
Across the wide Missouri

It’s been seven long years now, since last I saw
Roll away, you rolling river.
It’s been seven long years now, but still I thought of you
Rolling away, I’m bound to go.
Across the wide Missouri

O Shenandoah, I long to see you
Roll away, you rolling river.
O Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Roll away, I’m bound to go.
Across the wide Missouri
Track Name: Life Is Elsewhere
I think I should be out in the sun.
I feel I should be down by the shore.
Well this year has proved a variety of truths
And I shan’t be out searching anymore. No.
So I decided to move out of town.
There seemed no point in me sticking around.
And the friends there had been
Seemed to die with the scene,
Like they’re all buried deep in the ground.

Though the ghosts of sailors, they wander these halls,
I’ve learned it’s best not to listen at all.
‘Cause they’ll sing all their tails of the sea and the storms
And the city gates that stand ‘til the city falls.
The ghosts of the past will slip in without asking
To silently lead you away.
So close down your windows ‘til the light of the day.

She was a worthy opponent indeed.
This much even I now concede.
She’ll keep taking you down, yeah for round after round.
Oh man – like you wouldn’t believe.
But there’s a time to admit you defeat,
And that surrender’s immeasurably sweet.
So you’ll cheer as you stand, for the boys in the band
And it’s right there man; you’re back on your feet.

And Though the ghosts of sailors are trapped in these walls
I’ve learned it’s best not to listen at all.
‘Cause they’ll sing all their tails of the sea and the storms
And the city gates that stand ‘til the city falls.
The ghosts of the past – those inglorious bastards -
Will silently lead you away.
So close down your windows ‘til the light of the day.
Track Name: The Rafters
I ring the bells up in the tower
A complex array of ropes and rungs
Designed to demarcate the passing hours.
I long for quaint provincial flowers
And savouring the cleaner air;
To stare upon the birds up in the bowers.

The old physician cried when I was born
“What devil’s curse bestows upon this fateful morn?
The Deacon must be warned!
And in what blackened furnace was this infant formed?”

For I’m doomed to walk along the lengths and depths
Of the ramparts and the parapets
‘til this curse is lifted and I am free to die.
I carve these wooden puppets for my pets.
Like the jester with his marionettes
I lead the lives that I have been denied.

So I am the Captain
Of this vessel on the South Seas
And all laden down with calicos and cardamom for sale.
Then on to the courts of Kings
The pleasures that the courtesans do bring
But always back here to my prison as I sing;

I’m doomed to walk along the lengths and depths
Of the ramparts and the parapets
‘til this curse is lifted and I am free to die.
I carve these wooden puppets for my pets.
Like the jester with his marionettes
I lead the lives that I have been denied.
Track Name: I'm Not Long For This World
I’m not long for this world.
I’m not long for this life.
And whatever unfolds, “we’ll be fine”
I am told.
Though I’m not long for this world.

Take my books to the store
And take the keys to my chest.
Why don’t you take out the money
And buy yourself a cottage
With the back door facing the west.

So the sun will set on the garden in the evening.
When the swallows come home to rest.

If we sweep the floor in good time,
I could open my birthday wine.
Oh words mean little
When no more than a memory,
But it doesn’t matter.
I don’t mind.

And this God-damn sun will set
While I’m staring at the ceiling
Oh I’m not long for this world.
And the light will fade,
This is such a strange feeling.
Will you bring me another blanket ‘cause I’m cold.