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The Caravan Recordings I

by Great North

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My careening charcoal bride Shimmering in cheap off-white Reciting vows as if on cue As drunks are spilling out of suits Like preachers with no point to prove Their words all laboured and untrue They could never love you like I do Autumn turned the summer red Our faces white in frozen air Like lambs wool soaking up the morning dew And every star was shooting past Reminding us no good thing lasts No stone remains unmoved The water changes shape under the moon So if you should waste this life Nevermind, nevermind I would die a thousand times for you And when the singer calls your name I’ll follow you into the grave Holding your hands in the gloom Our fingers turning brilliant blue Read the gospel I’m ready to die
Darling won’t you come back Won’t you come back home to me I got these lines etched ‘cross my face You’ve walked a bitter road Won’t you walk it home to me Cos every day I feel your absence Every day it gets more real And for this past they wrote a love song With hurt in every verse One more line is all I need Cos you were fire and I was water You the river and I the sea And when these depths rise up to meet you And wash your pain away The barren will conceive Oh the weakness of compassion Oh the error of belief That these scars have shown us beauty This blood has made us clean This debt has set us free
Omaha 03:51
On the water I’ll wait For grace To teach me how to be alone It is singing low In your sorrow As your fingertips Your last kiss Are fading into the fog In this smoke grey morning I can feel you going In the evening light The stars are falling Ribbons streaming red and gold I can feel you dancing close I can hear your voice Singing old time song Radio code Telling me my love, so long Love is letting go Love is letting go It’s singing home You were going home Wash the silt From my eyes Be a light When everything else goes dark On this narrow path In broken arms Carry me home I’m tired and drunk And I can’t feel anymore Keep my heart inside your heart Walk me cross the rocks Take me home You were going home Fire in the water, Omaha Blood in my belly Lay my body down And build a bridge To the beginning Oh my God Salt in the asphalt Sugar in my mouth Spit it out Until the sky’s Filling with stars Feel these dry bones Moving in the ground Hold me close It was you in every song It was you in every single one On a starless night You’re asking me why Leaving always feels wrong
There’s no honey in the whisky anymore That’s alright, I know how much you hated the stuff But maybe it should’ve been okay For you to sweeten up the bitter taste Remember that night we spent outside Shaking a bottle up at the swirling sky It wasn’t long until our voices got lost Now I keep on wishing we had more time to talk Well I guess the song was wrong There’s not light shining out of every hole There’s gaps where only the muddy water gets in And it weighs you down until you start to sink There’s no honey in the whisky anymore Nothing left for you to cover up With a gambler’s smile and a drinker’s joke So you pack your bags and head on down the road
Hands 02:53
Ran straight cross the river Into the Promised Land Where the wise men came bearing bullets And medicine in their outstretched hands. On the wings of a plane you ascended Sold your last breath to the western wind In the height of the evening You were talking in your sleep Fires taking hold in the valley beneath They were rising angrily Every road you ran took you further from me You said "that’s the way I am and that’s the way I’m going to be” But it’s not blood that’s coursing in your veins And it’s not water that’s pouring down my face Darling, it’s the rain And it’s come to wash both of us away So what was once hidden will be held in the light of day Hold me in your hands Now you’re calling like wolves in the water
Casey Jones 04:06
See the bleeding incarnation Kneeling down in desolation When at the great transfiguration Abraham stood on the lonely hill He was standing still Singing who will hold my hand? Who is going to hold my hand? You will not keep your life So leave it all behind Casey Jones took the evening train Casey don’t leave that way Who is going to hold your hand? Who is going to hold your hand? As the engines crash You will catch on fire And if you’re going to start a fire Let me be your light Let me be your light It took the flames of recreation To find this revelation Forget about your reputation This’ll be your liberation day When everything else breaks I am going to hold your hand Where words have lost their power We will be the sound Let me be your light At our final tribulation There will be no reprobation And in this spinning constellation I will breathe until the day I die And then I’ll close my eyes Hoping you will hold my hand Until I find my home Still got no place to go
I don't blame it on you Life's shorter than I ever thought it would be And I keep paying my taxes to the good old days Hot feelings Strange delusions They dragged you by the scruff of your neck Into the golden age And I wanted you to stay Pretty lady Almost a stranger You put your hand into my hand It felt like I was breathing in Now we got what we wanted And it just keeps us from wonder We stand high up on the balcony Complain about the golden age And I wanted you to stay We used to listen to our drainpipes running A song on our lips Wasn't even worth humming to You told me you weren't scared of being nothing It’s just a place where you can hide You come to me now Dressed as yesterday's party Friday night lips And a Tuesday tie in your hair Ask me if you can come in You need a place where you can hide And I wanted you to stay
Georgia 02:35
In the arms of the morning I lay my hands over Georgia I weep for her wailing wind How when the lines crossed her forehead We drank until dawn And her beauty struck me mute I wake up thinking of you So here’s to the old times The whole cast of white lies We told as we waited for truth Now each roll of thunder Sounds like a drummer Playing in time with the tune Each note reminds me of you When the tricks of the twilight Play out on the skyline The evening’s a blossoming bruise And as the boats slip their moorings The planes are performing In the arms of the flickering blue You did what you wanted to do
When You Go 03:11
By the laws of loss and love I’ll bide My time in the bed we shared And I’ll hem you into the slowest song To the beat of your shaky steps When you go It feels wrong But it sounds like singing Once your mind’s broken like bread And your tongue’s dried up like grain I’ll fold you inside my arms And I’ll speak to you just in case Tell you I will be yours and yours alone I won’t adhere to the rushing wind I won’t adhere to your heart like a torn bass drum I won’t adhere to your hissing breath When you go It feels wrong But it sounds like singing So I’ll wait for the seas to part For the dust to speak For the cities to glow Silver in their streets Where the lost will reign Where the black clouds break Where the wronged will step On the heads of state And in that bursting breath In that last refrain Of a symphony You’ll come back again And it’ll sound like singing


"The Caravan Recordings I" by Great North is the first in a series of recordings. We turned an old caravan into the control room of a recording studio. We will look for unique places with unique acoustics, fill it with old microphones, park the caravan next to it and record our favorite artists accompanied by a duo of strings. First up is Great North, one of New Zealand's most acclaimed indie-folk bands. The album was recorded in an old mill in a little Belgian village in the early winter of 2017.


released May 11, 2018

All songs written and played by Hayden and Rachel Donnell
Strings played by Jasmijn Lootens and Naomi Vercauteren
Recorded and produced by Alain Quateau & Lieven Scheerlinck
Mixed and mastered by Alain Quateau
Design by Óscar Giménez


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