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An Englishman .​.​.​.​.​.​. ignored

by Chris Pitts

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Harvest Home 21:37
V1 Trails of midnight, Christmas tree lights, Sold out on a dream when life was young. I can hear those church bells ringing through those Suffolk fells I can here them so loud now! Where we walked together with high endeavour Mystery skies where the crows dine in the flights of day Where that old Shanda juggled the stars Cross the plains onto sunset's throne Chorus Harvest home across the valley Harvest home that last retreat Don't lead me down another blind alley Don't leave me stareing at my feet Walking away from you! V2 Trials and pleasures autumn’s treasures The loom of light footprints in the snow They led to nowhere, but I'd rather be there than anywhere else I know The lies forgotten hearts broke like cotton In the thread of an escapade Peter Pan charade What took us there without a care? Sometimes my memory can't take the weight to dream Chorus V3 Yard broom sweeping mother weeping Through flooded kingdoms to her water meadows In an old rocking chair she sat from hope to despair She gave it all and took nothing back! Who holds the pieces as the night increases? Is there's a rock that doesn’t roll Teach me to know to that power in this dark night hour You can have what I've got left but I hope it's nothing Chorus V4 Everything fades into dark autumn shades The back road glory trails wind round the gate on cemetery road Do we rise neith the north star with the chorus of the Nightjar Now they trade on our names against our headstone silence Time and tide has hit me that old estuary mystery The shifting sands move to the age of never The shingle beads take me through the reeds and shake me By that old boathouse moon at broken bridge V5 A child's candlelight stair' the fairytale dream chair Wide eyed in the innocence of play Who dares take from them trust and soul friend What creatures of darkness have crawled cross the threshold of time? I who know only chaos safe in " Ho Thaos" Wonder at the dead shapes of last years waste That all pilgrims progress after the test Is written in my heart and soul with a fire red pen ! Chorus V6 The shadows now meet me in the rain at Brent Eligh With the dirge tones of a tyrant funeral hymn Rogues and rainbows “noting where the wind blows" Where evenings ashes burn without a shadow of hope I see an old man climb the hill all is silent and still Fear and dread turn my heart to stone The Stour valley moon plays the drums of doom For her children who once dared to dream! Chorus V7 Wiston mill daffodils 88 windmill Yellow barn burnt out down frogs hall lane The prophet of mill green Edwardstone dreams Captain courage and his entire crew Thistledown dridting Monks eligh mists lifting Where the ancients set out a plan I feel so damn dog tired now those Suffolk empires Desert and leave me like a motherless child Chorus V8 September winds Lavenham strings Play out for the high and mighty and the landlords will Now the poor are doomed to concrete rooms Only Rookwood lane looks the same but the meatheads come Shadows move into twilight the end of all things is in sight I’m going out with St Jame’s church bells in my ears I’m the swansong bird written in my blood words Goodbye, your forever in my thoughts till God takes my memory Chorus V9 Old village gas lamp young feet would tramp To a factory that knows no compassion Just pawns in the game of the Mill Masters shame In the squalor of profits romance Strange hells in June young sweet on the loom English earth crying out for mercy “Christianized” by evil under the Constable Steeple The poor man in his hovel the rich man living off the fat of the land Chorus V10 Rains and Haywains Dylan’s “Sky Chains” Youth young wisdom where truth was being free Mid summers perfume the endless tunes Fenland traces Star Meadow and Chapel Lowlands Dreams of Winterland Slum Street one man band Naked Sunstreet enigmas The power and the glory The keys are inside me where some spirit derides me And Pulls me to some ancient children’s skyway dare Chorus V11 The idiot’s smile illiteracies miles Daytime Jokers, Night time Millionaires Taught by deceivers grey cell believers The pervert’s idol cruel Suffolk eyes Eiderdown Weir now only fools come near The stagnant water leaf mould dead day All I am is Autumn Leaves A drunken clown under Court Knoll trees If there’s a way through the web of the thunder Have mercy and tell me Chorus
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The Suffolk winds are moving in my soul They rise so high above that old court Knoll The ancient chimes the broken rock and roll Are on Suffolk winds As I walked out in the Nayland Bear street sun in the loneliness of 1961 With all the souls that had no place to run from the Suffolk winds And what is left to me is all unknown Do the dead still ask in the night at Edwardstone? I had no will to ask the way back home from the Suffolk winds I saw the tombs of educations game They left us doomed we couldn’t write our names And they called us imbeciles left us socking in the rain In the Suffolk winds.. As I look back on the insults that were hurled I can’t believe what happened in that world I curse the day that winding trail curled to the Suffolk winds Mid 8: You came and danced with me away , away we run, From the mocking voice where I had no choice to the gates of kingdom come……. One hour from death I heard the Master’s voice He said “I let you run for my glory to rejoice, I’ll give you a tongue so your dead can have a voice on the Suffolk winds” And I will use it glory to your name through the indifference till you Bring it all to shame , and I’ll offer you the ashes from where no mercy came……. From the SUFFOLK WINDS…..
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Mr. Moondust, you took our lives/ and you made it better/we more than survived/you’re the one now who comes in at the end/ oh Mr. Moondust you were the true one and only friend. R1 Now that Salvation Army band on that old bandstand plays for you Herbert Moonslot Instrumental. Goodnight Mr. Moonslot we wish you goodnight, now those memories seem so far out of sight R1 Is God going to take it all to some other place, I see you by the seaman’s mission your manic-magic face Herbert Moonslot Instrumental Herbert Moonslot with your umbrella of love, did you go of your own free will or did someone give you a shove R1 Now that salvation army band on that old band stand plays ‘nearer my God to thee’ Herbert Moonslot Instrumental “Here’s to you Mr Moondust!”
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Caught in winter feeling/and the dreamy autumn show Clowns and gowns and skies reveling/ all the songs we didn’t know R1 AS you walked out I said he’s leaving / but even myself you know I was hard to be believing Chorus Now I’m knocking at your door/ come out I’m a stranger like before And you’ll only have to open up once more/ Can’t you hear me knocking at your door All the keys are lining in me /visions on my fireside wall/ At close of day in late midsummer/ we let them evenings hold us all R2 And in the night I knew I was a sinner / walking down that fools heaven’s road Writing songs we fooled the winter/ just thinking autumn’s all we know’d Chorus One night cold and weary I stood by your by-road gate/ my eyes were damp my vision bleary / an autumn storm told me my fate R3 Well I walked down that lonely highroad cursing dreams we all once knew As a looked up by your window/ I saw a shadow I thought was you Chorus
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released February 25, 2015

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Milborn House Colchester, UK

Chris Pitts writes in the tradition of English landscape poets. He uses the medium of ‘Symphonic folk’ to give a sense of Pathos to his work.
Although a lot of his work is melancholy it is by no means all like that, the thumping fervour of Arnold Plum tells us that he can be tongue in cheek even when the lyric is serious.

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