Silent Little Bells
by Midway Fair
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Recorded Nov. 15 at Beatbabies Studios in Woodstock, MD.
We recorded these two songs live in the studio, with a couple extra vocal overdubs (because there aren't twelve of us!). The title track was written by Heather Aubrey Lloyd of ilyAIMY (ilyAIMY.com). Thanks for listening.
We recorded these two songs live in the studio, with a couple extra vocal overdubs (because there aren't twelve of us!). The title track was written by Heather Aubrey Lloyd of ilyAIMY (ilyAIMY.com). Thanks for listening.
credits
released 09 December 2011
Jon Patton: Vocals, guitar, and glockenspiel
Jen Parde: Vocals and piano
Joe Scala: Vocals and bass
Tim Taormino: Drums and percussion
Engineered and mixed by Chris Freeland at Beat Babies Studios, Woodstock, MD
Mastered by Mat Leffler-Schulman at Mobtown Studios, Baltimore, MD
Jon Patton: Vocals, guitar, and glockenspiel
Jen Parde: Vocals and piano
Joe Scala: Vocals and bass
Tim Taormino: Drums and percussion
Engineered and mixed by Chris Freeland at Beat Babies Studios, Woodstock, MD
Mastered by Mat Leffler-Schulman at Mobtown Studios, Baltimore, MD
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Pretty music about ugly things.
“Reminds me a lot of Fairport Convention [...] The playing
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and craft are exquisite.“ ~Jon Worley, Aid & Abet
For the most part, timeless [...] like a group of minstrels found electric guitars and wrote an album over the course of 500 years.
~John Powell, www.Angelica-Music.com, July 18, 2011
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Dec 2011 -
Mar 2011 -
Jun 2010 -
Dec 2009
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- Track Name: Silent Little Bells
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Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a gray, gray day
Down into a down soft place for us to lay
I buried us in a secret place where none will go
Bluebells in the field, the only wreath we’ll ever know
No churchyard will ever hold our sad, sad sin
No coin of copper, silver or gold will buy our way in
No stone will mark the bitter place where we lie
No stone but my heart, and no one’s tears but mine
Can you hear judgment in the trees?
How they say I’ll never rest in peace
How they say lies I can never untell
See the only hymns sung for him were from silent little bells
Well I loved a man in the worst of ways and he loved me once
Loved me but he left, left me with his son
But the son he did not rise when it was his time
And I begged my love bury our son, but said, “Was none of mine”
The world it judged me hard for what it did not see
The woman is a whore, but the man he goes free
So tell me now for all my shame would it be a sin
for the woman done wrong to do the man that done it in?
Can you hear judgment in the trees?
How they say I’ll never rest in peace
How they say lies I can never untell
See the only hymns sung for him were from silent little bells
I took my love to an old, old place on the edge of town
Told him he could take me and lay me down
I let him kiss me deep upon the edge of a well
Took my lover in my arms and took us both to hell
Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a gray, gray day
Down into a down soft place for us to lay
I buried us in a secret place where none will sing
Bluebells in the field, blue bells in the field
Bluebells in the field, and not a one to ring
