Happy As A Windless Flag

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released 16 May 2011
Recorded from 2003 to 2010 in Aberdeen, Edinburgh, and Glasgow, Scotland.

Written, recorded and mixed by Neil Insh.
Tracks 1, 2, 3, 7, 8 mastered by Steven Ward.
Tracks 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 mastered by Sandy Galloway.

The Douglas Firs is Neil Insh.

With so much gratitude to...

Emma Jane – vocals.
Alison Lilley – vocals.
Andrew Lilley – trombone.
Euan Allardice – trumpet.
Philip James Johnston – saxophone.
Anita Jean Stewart – vocals, saxophone, clarinet.
Michael Angus – vocals.
Sandy Galloway – vocals.
D. John Ferguson – accordion.
Isaac Beaudet Lefebvre – violin.

(c)&(p) 2011 The Douglas Firs. Under Exclusive License to Armellodie Records.

www.armellodie.com
www.thedouglasfirs.co.uk

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Track Name: I Will Kill Again
farewell to their sweeping stench of vision.
farewell to their synesthetic flags.
farewell to their signs that bind we'll leave behind.
farewell to cold-comforting delusion.
farewell demons disguised as guiding lights.
farewell death-filled days with kidgloves...

fires lit and fires died,
witches burned - our hopes alive
to cower, capsize - not a means to survive - oh no!
no man - no problem,
no problem - no man,
"we're trying the best, the best that we can",
occidental vision, back where we began - oh no!

so long addictions and benedictions.
so long bloody landing rag and tooth.
so long romances and necromances.
so long foreign flags of fiction.

i'm tired of the fields
i'm tired of the hoards
i'm tired of all these timeless chords
there's never an avenue left unexplored - oh no.
Track Name: A Military Farewell
he saw the world from above, "there's no love"
and on forever more - his lifeless forlorn body hit the floor
and he ain't gonna jump no more.

gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
and he ain't gonna jump no more.

he laid his arms down in surrender
his eyes were black, his foes dismembered
life lacklustre shook him to the core
and he ain't gonna jump no more

gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
and he ain't gonna jump no more.

(when the yellow's on the broom, when the yellow's on the broom, i'll take you down the road again when the yellow's on the broom)
Track Name: The Quickening
born and blind
safety with friends
looming uncertain, the path need not end

so we all keep our feet on the floor
because the song is the same as before

you know how the last sad rays of daylight die (x 4)

heroes died
and left behind emancipated ages
resurrected: dormant dust revived in blinding flashes
go on...

so we all keep our feet on the floor
because the song is the same as before
Track Name: The Shadow Line
your endless spring was sung legato
warm rushing winds upon your back
and vibrant lines - they stretched unending
blue Prussian dreams would turn to black

your sullen summer came staccato
something slowed refulgent skies
and melodies - they ceased ascending
finite rhythms shrink and sigh

and then you cross the shadow line
our thumbs and toes are tied by twine

once silent squalls arrive, then, reaching
their bellowing calls break out, beseeching
stalking starry flaglit ships creep beaching

withered winter cut some slack
on this transient dionysiac.
Track Name: Balance of Halves
i've seen the centuries with circumscribed eyes
days of dread with caterwauling cries

is the magic in remembering
the ineffable sadness we're surrendering?

the only thing certain is black and blind,
one thousand freedoms we've left behind.

no love, no sound resounds
in sky or ground.

the only thing certain is black and blind,
one thousand freedoms we've left behind.
Track Name: Grow Old And Go Home
now i know that you're there,
i'm not so scared.
the moon rises up every day,
and it's frightening that you're away.

i'll grow old, get tired and go home.
i'll grow old, get tired and go home.
i'll grow old, get tired and go home.
i'll grow old, get tired and go home.
Track Name: Soporific
i'm covered in swathes of old times.
quite below: say hello to the 'me' out the window.

in tender youth the dread was narrow
death was distant, copse wheelbarrow
took branched extensions to the bonfire:
introspection.

lay my arms down in surrender,
haunting through the black: remember.
streams of sleep come crashing through
in Prussian blue.

asphyxiating mother shroud:
comfort found in freezing cloud.
horrible horizons - they quieten away,
demons lay.