More Than Today
by Robin Grey
Claire Faulkes
Claire Faulkes
Another fantastic album for my Robin Grey collection. This will greatly enhance my sense of well being at this miserable time of year, especially as I can now stream it through my phone at work. I really love the combination of Robin's and Candy's vocals and am so pleased that Basia's beautiful violin playing features so prominently.
Favorite track: Mood Of The Month.
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1. |
More Than Today
03:17
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How many songs have these worn heart strings still got left?
I awoke this morning off key and quite bereft but well
My pen it is still willing and the paper it receives.
We caught up with the moorhen and we joked about our dreams.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, dear you'd better stay;
I couldn't care about you any more than I do now today.
Patience is a virtue, good things come to those who wait;
But who will be the judge of when the hour is getting late?
And anyway there is that other one about fish and the sea!
Pick you cliche, start the clock, compare notes over tea.
Spring it turns to summer, just as night it turns to day.
When in the autumn of our years will we opine away about
How foolish and how young we were, how little we all knew.
I love all my mistakes and well this heart it still beats true.
Actions speak louder than words but what about a song?
A most prolific muse you've been, I've toiled here late and
Long into the night, trying to make sense of all these things and more;
Like why I feel the way I do when you walk through the door.
My pen it has momentum but the day waits for no man.
There are so many things I know I'll never understand
I'll be here in September for the rest I cannot say.
I'm sure of change, death and taxes, sunshine and of rain.
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2. |
I'll Give You My Heart
03:25
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| Dm | % | Bb | % |
Love it must be quite the strangest of currencies
I'll give you a quote for my time and my dignity
The cat got my tongue and the dog just pissed in my shoe
I'll love you in autumn amongst all these golden leaves,
Scatted my heart to the memory of such a dream
Show me a fixed place to stand and I'll turn the earth
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I'll give you my heart dear but what will I get in return? x 2
Such low rates of interest, it's barely worth saving,
I'll gamble it all with the fool and the knave then.
Who needs a heart? I'm sure I'll get by with a stone!
I'll love you in winter time under the covers
Of duvets and blankets and stripey pullovers
The ticks and the chime and nursery rhymes all agree
I'll give you my heart dear but what will I get in return? x 2
Love it must be quite the strangest of currencies.
I've no idea how it will play out for you and me!
Deal me some cards, I think I feel lucky tonight.
I'll love you in springtime and all through the summer,
till all of these seasons get lost in each other
I've cashed all my cheques let's hope that I spend my time right
I'll give you my heart dear but what will I get in return? x 4
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3. |
The Finchley Waltz
03:56
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| C | C/B | Am | Am Am/G | F | G | C | G |
I daydreamed for hours in the traffic jam as the good guys and the bad guys stopped play.
On the radio politicians dutifully opine which liberties they’re taking away.
| Am | % | Em | % | F | % | G | G A B {bass} |
“Please sir, have you seen my innocence? It was hanging up there on my door.
| C | C/B | Am | Am Am/G | F | G | C | G |
And sure it was looking quite tattered but I had things I was keeping it for.
I guess I’ve seen too many movies; I believe in love at first sight.
My heart just slammed into a beautiful brick wall – it's keeping me up late at night.
Maybe I spent too much time dreaming when I could have been joining in.
Pulling the hair of the pig-tailed girl was wrong but it wasn’t a sin.
I got lost on the way out of London listening to Leonard Cohen’s words.
Diverted by police chasing angry young men, who will die just so they get heard.
There’s something about this fine city that will always bring a tear to my eye.
I guess I left most of my innocence here, I can’t say I remember why.
I need to go buy me some new clothes; the famous blue raincoats worn through.
A last thought as I finally hit open road, London fades in the rear-view.
This song is just for you and I, and any other dreamers around
Who know how it feels to be back on the road
Without knowing quite where they're bound.
Although I’ve seen too many movies, I know now that you’re not the one.
'Cos something you said just got stuck in my head for a moment and then it was gone.
The night was a womb to my headlights; the horizon was a mirror to my soul.
I sing to the silence and the darkness around till I finally made my way home.
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Mood Of The Month
05:18
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| F | G |
Be still my mind, flickery flighty.
Light in the sky light up my mood of the month
Storm clouds and questions.
Knock knocking the nearest door.
| Am | G | F |
Green grow the rushes they grow.
Scatter these thoughts to the breeze
Green grow the rushes they grow.
The river it runs to the sea.
Somewhere somehow, turn on a six pence.
Bolt and then burst into flower
Light on a line tightrope and teaspoon.
Wandering hands to the hour
Green grow the rushes they grow.
Scatter these thoughts to the breeze
Green grow the rushes they grow.
The river it runs to the sea.
| Dm7 | Am | Dm7 | Am | Dm7 | Am | G | G |
| F | G |
When all the things inside my head
Are echoes of things I already said,
Then should this pen lie still?
But my still pen feels so bereft
And still it has so much ink left
That silence seems a shame
| Am | G F | Am | G F |
So let the words begin to flow,
Let the words begin to flow
| Am | G F | E7 | E7 |
Let the words begin to flow out again
| Am | G | Am | G | Am | G | E7 | E7 |
Suffer the sighs and the silences,
A vacant pause for the dramatist
Show me the signs and I will not ask for more...
Cross my heart
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5. |
The Dirge Of Mark Duggan
03:32
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The sirens they haven't stopped ringing
And helicopters drone overhead
Ten minutes north up the river today
They just shot a young black man dead
In the who what when gun which how what why,
Well perhaps things they might get confused
But to turn away Mark Duggan's poor family and friends
At the same time as briefing the news,
Well it strikes me as pretty damn shameful,
And with reason folks they get angry.
And anger it overrides reason some days
And fate well she's fickle and crime well it pays
Pretty well for the folks at the top you see,
So others well they get ideas
As when you have little or nothing to lose
It wipes away most inhibitions and fears
So here is a toast to the bankers
Who gamble with the price of our food
And a toast to the politicians who know
That there's no black or white as they're bending the rules
Not to forget to press and policemen:
Wining, dining, spying and lying
It sets such a beautiful setting you see,
Oh i might go and smash some shit up in Hackney
The youth clubs have mostly been closed here,
Now the shops they are also closed too
The streets they are empty and glisten with glass,
A surreal and sickening view
I make my way back through a war zone,
Sirens ring loud in my ears
David is resting in Tuscany but
Teresa will soon conquer all of our fears
"We'll fight them on the beaches, take away their homes,
Lock them up, make them all pay!"
Quite how that will help matters I'm not too sure
but they'll keep core constituents happy that way
To conclude I'll leave you with a thought
I once heard a wise person say
"You don't need to punish the wicked
as they punish themselves enough every day."
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6. |
Till Dawn
03:48
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picking my way / back through the rain
grey skies today / but its fine
here in my mind / play like a child
leaves underfoot / autumn could
turn out to be / musically mine
spring in my step / I stayed up
‘till dawn again / drinking with friends
moments you / feel so alive
my road has been / better believe
better pretend / consigned to
some place before / memory me
wind in my hair / thoughts of your
smile in my dreams / patch up the past
love and cheap booze / I stayed up
‘till dawn again / drinking with friends
moments you / feel so alive
dance in the street / break out the flag
singing aloud / foreign eye
textures and words / things that we heard
my pen it feels / momentum
sat on a train / palette of green
strangers with shoes / I stayed up
‘till dawn again / drinking with friends
moments you / feel so alive
and I sat there / watching her sleep
how do you dream? / when will you
wake? I must say / one of a kind
parallel lines / meet at the
vanishing point / not what I mean
I meant to say… / I stayed up
‘till dawn again / drinking with friends
moments you / feel so alive
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I Love Leonard Cohen
03:42
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| C | C G | C | C C#dim |
| Dm7 | C | Am7 | G |
What's in that box? What's hiding in here?
Pictures from Bedford, taken half a blue moon ago.
| Dm7 | C | Am7 | G | G |
My we were young then, all mix-tapes and alcopops,
Bum bags, shell suits and meatloaf CDs.
| F | E | Am | G |
Did I really dress like that and dance to that tune?
Then stumble home drunk by the light of the moon.
| F | E | Am | G | G7 |
I guess times they change and the change times they guess
And nonsense it still has a welcoming ring.
| C F | C G | Am Em | F G |
My Weezer cd's well they hardly get played,
My obsession with Ani Difranco has ended,
| C F | C G | Am Em | F | G |
You might ask is anything certain these days,
I would probably tell you that I love Leonard Cohen.
A snail carries with him some slime and a shell,
I've got ten boxes plus cartons as well,
As these books, bags and a case my grandfather used in the war.
Did I really write those words and did she write back?
Stray hands in Row G all through that James Bond film.
Nonsense it still has a welcoming ring
And heroes they still don't come easy.
Chorus
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| Dm7 | C | Am7 | G | Dm7 | C | Am7 | G |
| F | E | Am | G |
Did I really dress like that and dance to that tune?
Then stumble home drunk by the light of the moon.
| F | E | Am | G | G7 |
Guess times they change and the change times they guess
And nonsense can still have a welcoming ring.
Chorus – end on vamp of | C F | C G |
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Joanna
02:49
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| Dsus2 | Eadd4 | A/C# | A/C# |
Down by the sea and the sky, we walked and talked
| Dsus2 | Eadd4 | A/C# | A/C# |
Until the last light bid goodbye. My coat kept me
| Dsus2 | Eadd4 | F#m7 | F#m7 |
Warm but I missed my favourite hat which I
| Dsus2 | Dsus2 | Dsus2 | Dmaj7 | x 2
Lost last year.
You balled up both of your hands to keep them warm, we
Turned and walked back on the sand. The wind roaring
Loud in our ears, we made our way back to the harbour lights.
It seems with our coming of age, so much has changed but
So much it still stays the same and will we be
Having the same conversations again this time next year?
The same question dwells on our minds - how hard shall you
Seek before you shall find? Perhaps that is
Missing the point but something has got to give or perhaps time will
| A | Am7 | Eadd4 | Eadd4 |
find us here, perhaps time will
| A | Am7 | Eadd4 | Eadd4 |
find us here, perhaps time will
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find us here
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again.
| Eadd4 | in free time – end on A5
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9. |
Stuck On You
04:01
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| E | % | E/D# | % | C#m | % | A | % :|
| E | % | E/D# | % | C#m | % | A | % |
When I look in your direction, must confess I like the view
| E | % | E/D# | % | C#m | % | A | % |
Although I know I should know better by now;
What's a man suppose to do
| F#m | % | B | % | E | % | A | % |
When faced with so much beauty.
Oh I've missed you dear, it's true.
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There is no use in denying, that girl I'm stuck on you.
I heard Eric sing about it, 'Old Love' is quite a tune.
But I'm not one with time for mourning what's past,
I'll save my breath for something new
Smile sweetly make my day.
Lift me from some other blues.
There is no use in denying, that girl I'm stuck on you.
| B | % | C#m | % | B | % | C#m | % |
Scatter these words which way will they go?
I'll chase each syllable back home.
| B | % | C#m | % | F#m | % | B | % |
I hoping the winds they will treat me kindly
Whatever seasons I pass through
So once more to the breach dear friends,
I'm sorry if I missed my cue
Because I can get clumsy with these words
And your not an easy one to woo.
Still I don't feel this way too often,
Reaching for my dancing shoes
| F#m | E | B | E C#m |
There is no use in denying, no there isn't!
| F#m | E | B | E C#m |
There is no use in denying, so why would I try?
| F#m | E | B | % | end on E
There is no use in denying, that girl I'm stuck on you.
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Ellie
04:14
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about
Robin's fourth album took nearly the same amount time to make as his first three put together; he's sure the time was worth it and we're sure you'll agree.
Made in east London on a boat with a guitar, the songs have been gently infused with violin and accordion and given a light sprinkling of angelic backing vocals and ukulele with the odd percussive tinkle and other musical joys.
The core band is Basia Bartz on violin, Caitlin Roberts on accordion and Candy Parfitt on backing vocal, with guests Iain Macleod contributing guitar to the title track and Tara Franks adding cello goodness to 'Joanna'. Joe Allen adds an occasional dusty layer of drums to some tracks; we'll let you work out which ones for yourself.
Lots of the recording was done at Abbot Street Studios in Dalston under the watchful gaze of Jimmy Friend, the rest took place in Dalston Culture House. No beards or moustaches were grown or harmed in the making of this album.
Here are some nice things said about Robin's previous recordings:
“Robin Grey will not need to do too much to prove himself an incendiary artist in the world of folk music. There is literature in his words and his calmly exquisite mannerisms seem to bring you back to a simpler time and place.” Fensepost
“Robin Grey has a lovely fresh approach to the folk genre. A honeyed yet clear voice and his lyrics are arresting. A real treasure.” The Londonist
“Grey is one of those wonderful talents that could recite the phone directory on record and you’d still be enthralled.” Another Form of Relief
Made in east London on a boat with a guitar, the songs have been gently infused with violin and accordion and given a light sprinkling of angelic backing vocals and ukulele with the odd percussive tinkle and other musical joys.
The core band is Basia Bartz on violin, Caitlin Roberts on accordion and Candy Parfitt on backing vocal, with guests Iain Macleod contributing guitar to the title track and Tara Franks adding cello goodness to 'Joanna'. Joe Allen adds an occasional dusty layer of drums to some tracks; we'll let you work out which ones for yourself.
Lots of the recording was done at Abbot Street Studios in Dalston under the watchful gaze of Jimmy Friend, the rest took place in Dalston Culture House. No beards or moustaches were grown or harmed in the making of this album.
Here are some nice things said about Robin's previous recordings:
“Robin Grey will not need to do too much to prove himself an incendiary artist in the world of folk music. There is literature in his words and his calmly exquisite mannerisms seem to bring you back to a simpler time and place.” Fensepost
“Robin Grey has a lovely fresh approach to the folk genre. A honeyed yet clear voice and his lyrics are arresting. A real treasure.” The Londonist
“Grey is one of those wonderful talents that could recite the phone directory on record and you’d still be enthralled.” Another Form of Relief
credits
released January 12, 2014
Mixed by Dean Firth and Robin Grey
Mastered by Dominique Brethes at Flow Mastering (Brixton)
Basia Bartz - Violin
Caitlin Roberts - Accordion
Candy Parfitt - Backing vocals
Robin Grey - Vocals and guitar
plus others as credited on individual tracks
Mixed by Dean Firth and Robin Grey
Mastered by Dominique Brethes at Flow Mastering (Brixton)
Basia Bartz - Violin
Caitlin Roberts - Accordion
Candy Parfitt - Backing vocals
Robin Grey - Vocals and guitar
plus others as credited on individual tracks
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