Nightjrrs (Lyrics and Links)

We were asked this year if we could give out words to the songs. The reason for the request – very sensibly – is that sometimes there are three people singing at once (e.g. in Lanegan). So, please find below some lyrics for the current set in the order that they currently appear in the set!

New Lonning’ (the spoken word part of ‘Dabbin Houses’

dunlin / turnstone / wimbrel / plover / Drumbrugh / Whitrigg / whan / wath / scar / purprestures / Fingland / Longcroft / moss / mud / salt / wash(over) / [Skin]burness / Grey Havens / ice / thaw / thorns / raised mire / Kirkbride / Biglands / rigg / wrack / wattle / wetland / antennae / Anthorn / sceugh / brittle / worm-reef / eLORAN / Glasson / Cocklakes / brow / brackish / assarting / enclosure / Herdhill / Scargavel / holme / sike / peat bog / dismantle / Beckbrow / New Lonning / dunlin / turnstone / wimbrel / plover / Drumbrugh / Whitrigg / whan / wath / scar / purprestures / Fingland / Longcroft / moss / mud / salt / wash(over) / [Skin]burness / Grey Havens / ice / thaw / thorns / raised mire / Kirkbride / Biglands / rigg / wrack / wattle / wetland / antennae / Anthorn / sceugh / brittle / worm-reef / eLORAN / Glasson / Cocklakes / brow / brackish / assarting / enclosure / Herdhill / Scargavel / holme / sike / peat bog / dismantle / Beckbrow / New Lonning

‘Ending Chairs’ (main vocal)

The meat and bones that start as dust will end up dusty in the black/ or blackly thought in backs of minds by mindless men and mindless girls/ the world that keeps us warm at night is burning bones and dusty bones/ the crap we talked on ending days like ending men on ending chairs/ Monday starts with seven shades of this./ Monday starts with seven shades of this.

The plans that scratch out in the dust from dusty sticks and fired minds/ that dream about the price of life improving life and costing life/ the pictures of the girls and boys that grow blown up on celluloid/ the crap we talked on ending days like ending men on ending chairs/ Monday’s wrecks are seven shades of this./ Monday’s wrecks are seven shades of this.

The laughing stock that has its day like baying stock hyena stock/ will tear down bony celluloid and dusty plans alike because/ the burning bones of ivory towers are next week’s fires on bonfire night/ the crap we talked on ending days like ending men on ending chairs/ Monday mixes seven shades of this./ Monday mixes seven shades of this.

The gunners and the brokers and the planted bulbs of them will be/ tomorrow’s burning papers and the next day’s burning dreams/ the price of human celluloid is equal to the stock and on/ the crap we talked on ending days like ending men on ending chairs/ Monday ends with seven shades of this./ Monday ends with seven shades of this.

He Said These Things to me at his Book Launch

: I can smell your tepid / new world chardonnay// from here;/ : I’ve counted your sips/ from across the bookshop./ : I can list/ like a litany/ how many glasses you’ve had/ and what everyone else here is drinking…/ He said these things to me at his book launch.

…and so …for days …I regret my wives …I haven’t cried …for poetry…I’ll never see …these sober years …I lose the thread.

: but there are, tucked inside the days’ hopeless/ and promiseless currency, moments/ when you watch the shuffling majesty/ of the horse chestnut canopies at dawn/ far, far, far over the field; those when/ (having felt day come into your bones)/ you wait in the kitchen for first light/ and follow it, rolling out into the hedgerow world/ where your ignorance is not a sin -/ where you hold the day in the prism of your hands;/ where you feel everything turning, turning, turning./ There is no more to say.

Veronika

speed you well the anger; speed you well the residue; speed you well clinging to the sides of what is left; speed you well a container to keep it fresh; speed you well a tupperware box. speed you well the scars; speed you well life lived in a provincial town; speed you well the video footage; speed you well a book by a preeminent man in his field; speed you well the removed using google translate on their homework. 

speed you well a garden; speed you well varying your way to work. speed you well this hour known to dogwalkers and murderers; speed you well a garden bleached with fertiliser; speed you well your abundance and florescence. Plant supermarket bulbs in the December. Plant supermarket bulbs in January. Plant supermarket bulbs in Spring. And again. Again.

speed you well, the self-deluded; speed you well, the done; speed you well, the unacknowledged. speed you well, the stateless. speed you well, the busy. speed you well, the child with one plastic toy in his left hand standing on the platform; speed you well, the plaster dust of cities; speed you well your short-selling portfolio; speed you well your child’s boarding school skiing trip; speed you well the man floating face down beside his yacht. 

Like Friern

Someone once told me that regret has its own platform

two hundred / a hundred and fifty yards up the line

where you get off the train unseen

follow a short walk with a smiling man

to a sandstone gateway

a high clipped hedge and a fountain

                                                …like Friern.

Everyone that ever acquiesced to another

is given a perfect room

holding envelopes of intentions

befriending the sparrows

staring out on the driveway

waiting for the orderly

                                                …like Friern.

You saw a painting once by Edward Burne Jones

of cloth you could take out of the picture and wear,

and girls on a spiral staircase, all with the same smile.

All content. All content.

All with pale faces.

Dressed identically

                                                …like Friern.

You can hear the north circular.

The fog is closing in

on Harry Styles and Aaron Kosminski

money is the wall; money was always the wall

the same money in little cells too small for ghosts

and we are all still sleeping

                                                …like Friern.

Lanegan

Lanegan? He talks about you constantly in the vapour of the morning light, condensation on the walls/ Lanegan? He listens to you constantly. He holds the fishbowl of his hands around his head and forgets the things he knew./ Will you be there? Will you be there? Go to him in some drab, secluded place.

Lanegan? He thinks about you constantly and all roads reaching onwards further skywards. The cinematic west./ Lanegan? There’s a darkness at the heart of you. If you could take some guys you know and knock on his squat door./ I don’t mind if you threaten him – give a tougher love with whatever comes to hand.

Lanegan? I hear things worked out well for you.

Lanegan? I hear things worked out well for you.

The double A side 12″ is on sale at the Vinyl Cafe, Carlisle and at Jellybone Records, Dumfries. You can buy the record on Bandcamp (https://nightjrrs.bandcamp.com/

https://twitter.com/nightjrrs for updates. 

The A side is ‘Dabbin Houses’ / the AA side is ‘Goose Barnacle Goose’. It’s a limited press of 300. Each copy is hand-stamped and etched with lyrics from the pieces. Watch this space for live performance dates.

Here’s ‘Dabbin Houses’ from the Freiraum performance in December 2018: