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.

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released December 9, 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

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Midway Fair Baltimore, Maryland

Pretty music about ugly things.

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“Reminds me a lot of Fairport Convention [...] The playing 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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Track Name: Silent Little Bells
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
Track Name: It Started Well
Alley choirs and midnight fares are heading for their homes
But honey that doesn’t have to mean you’ll wake up all alone
Funny how I always thought I’d be the first to hear the news
You always lent a gentle ear when I was up to feeling used
And now you’re on your own again and you say that we’re still friends but
just because it started well doesn’t mean that’s how it ends

The one who let you tie him down is now sleeping on your floor
He comes to you with open arms but you just shut the door
You bite a jagged fingernail you once dragged across his back
You tightened a rope around his neck when he just wanted you to cut some slack
Now you ask if I’ll reconsider but all I can say is It depends
But just because it started well doesn’t mean that’s how it ends

Now the crazy preacher’s singing songs that only have one line
And you’re tracing lions around a cross soaked in cheap red wine
Now you’re looking for conspirators but they all think you’re to blame
And now you want to flee the scene but you can’t get on the plane
And your tarot cards say that now’s the best time to make amends
But just because it started well doesn’t mean that’s how it ends

So you wrote a letter to Camelot but your knights do not impress
Remember even Cleopatra’s father made her wear a wedding dress
And you say you could but say you won’t so you say Let’s not be rash
It’s always easier to live off someone else’s cash
And even the poorest man once knew well how to overspend
But just because it started well doesn’t mean that’s how it ends

Now the singer has a room for rent but he won’t give up the keys
And a lawyer says he’ll get you in but you can’t afford his fees
And the preacher says he’d intercede but he’s got arthritis in his knees
And all your fortune lady says is these things come in threes
But I can say for certain it’s your impatience that offends
But just because it started well doesn’t mean that’s how it ends