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THE ERROLLYN WALLEN SONGBOOK

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THE ERROLLYN WALLEN SONGBOOK

What’s up Doc? • Guru • Beehive • North • Rain • What Shall I Sing?

London’s Burning • Jesus on a Train • Happy and New • Daedalus My Feet May Take a Little While • Peace on Earth

All words and music by Errollyn Wallen

Edition Peters 7888

All rights of theatrical, radio and television performance, mechanical, electrical and electronic reproduction in any form (including film), graphic reproduction of any complete song or any part thereof and translation of the song texts are strictly reserved.

ISMN: 979 0 57708 629 3

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These songs have been recorded by Errollyn Wallen on her albums ERROLLYN (available on the Avie label AV 0049) and MEET ME AT HAROLD MOORES

Music setting by James McCarthy and Tom Farncombe

Cover design by Mark Goddard

Cover photograph by Benjamin Tyrrell • Photograph of Errollyn Wallen by Vipul Sangoi

Printed in the UK by Halstan & Co. Ltd, Amersham Bucks.

Errollyn Wallen would like to thank Volker Schirp, Mónica Acosta, Fiona Flower and all at Peters Edition London, Anda Winters, Tom Farncombe, Ruth Chatto, Mark Goddard, Benjamin Tyrrell, Philip Headlam, Byron Wallen and Tim Harries.

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CONTENTS What’s up Doc?

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Guru Beehive

North Rain

What Shall I Sing?

London’s Burning

Jesus on a Train

Happy and New

Daedalus

My Feet May Take a Little While

Peace on Earth

Song texts

All these songs were written from my heart and in a state of grace. At last they have made the journey from my battered manuscript sketchbook where they were often feverishly scribbled down. I am very pleased to be able to share them in this book.

Improvisation is an important characteristic of my performances. In some songs in this book I have retained elements of my own style of improvisation, particularly in the piano solos and in some vocal lines. In others I have given a bare skeleton, designed to act as a springboard for flights of fancy. I encourage the performer, whether from a pop, classical, folk or jazz background, to feel free to imbue their performances of this music with their own creative spirit.

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London’s Burning

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Don’t F you know that red

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What’s up Doc?

Sometimes I get so lonely that I eat the television

Sometimes I get so lazy that I eat the television

What’s up Doc?

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Is it the words you say Or the way you say it?

Sometimes I get so cold that I, I hug the television

Sometimes I get so crazy that I hug the television

What’s up Doc?

Is it the words you say Or the way you say it?

The tears fall in my soup And dance around the room

To the tune that’s in the news

Everyone sings

Everyone is smiling

The colours on the screen Confound my misery

Sometimes I get so weary that I drink the television

Sometimes I get so churlish that I drink the television

What’s up Doc?

Now is it the words you say Or the way you say it?

The tears fall in my soup And dance around the room

To the tune that’s in the news

Everyone sings

And everyone is smiling

The colours on the screen Confound my misery

What’s up Doc?

Mmm…is it the words you say Or the way you say it?

What’s up Doc?

Now is it the words you say Or the way you say it?

Sometimes I get so lonely that I eat the television

Sometimes I get so crazy that I eat the television

What’s up Doc?

Is it the words you say Or the way you say it?

What’s up Doc?

Now it the words you say Or the Way you say it?

Guru

I have the answer

The answer’s in a bottle

The bottle’s on the mountain And the mountain’s by a river And the river runs to me

I have the answer

And it’s what you want to hear And I’ll tell you what to eat And I’ll tell you what to wear And the road is not too long And the way is not too hard But I, only I have the answer

For nobody wants to be alone Nobody wants to be a fool And you want to live forever

And nobody wants to be alone Nobody wants to be a fool And you want to live forever

I’ll set you free

And the answer’s in a bottle And the bottle’s on a mountain And the mountain’s by a river And the river is mine

Nobody wants to be alone Nobody wants to be a fool And you want to live forever

And no, nobody wants to be alone Nobody wants to be a fool And you want to live forever

I’ll set you free Free from yourself

I’ll set you free Free from your money…

Beehive

(Song of the Priest, the Pall-bearer and the Hanging Man)

Oh, I’ve seen so much of that Seen so much of that That thing, that desperate thing Those desperate tears

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The wailing and the gnashing and the beating of breasts

The fighting and the clawing But for me

That bee has no sting

Take me to that beautiful place

Drop me in the water

Curl my eyes into my toes

Take this lamb to slaughter Pray for sinners everywhere

The hive is high

They’ve done so much of that Done so much of that That sin, that terrible sin The sin of them all

The shirking and the lying and the staying out late

The fighting and the boozing and the stealing And the cheating and the fornicating and the blasphemising Oh Lord

That bee’s gonna, sure gonna Sting

Take me to that beautiful place

Drop me in the water

Curl my eyes into my toes

Take this lamb to slaughter Pray for sinners everywhere

There’s nowhere to hide

Take me to that beautiful place

Drop me in the water

Curl my eyes into my toes

Take this lamb to slaughter Pray for sinners every day

The hive is high

Buzz goes the bee

Buzz goes the bee Buzz goes the bee

But I’m strong enough

And I’m good enough not to be Stung

By the…

Bee

North

The Seven Mountains

When the wind is in the north, When the mountains sigh. That is when I’ll take my boat And sail without a cause.

I’ll sail by night and think by day, I’ll sail by night and I’ll think by day, I’ll sail by night and I’ll think all day of North.

When the stars are beating fast, When the dark is light, That is when I’ll steal my way And I’ll gird these spirits tight.

I’ll sail by night and think by day, I’ll sail by night and I’ll think by day, I’ll sail by night and I’ll drink all day of North.

…of North.

When I lighted to this place, When I smelled the sea, I knew I’d be here again, It’s where I want to be.

I need to feel cold, Feel the sea, I want to be a part of ice and storm. I want to hold you, Your cold, cold heart, My arms outstretched to greet the dawn.

I’m gonna sail by night and think all day, I’ll sail by night and I’ll think all day, I’ll sail by night and I’ll drink all day of North.

North.

Rain

And another day

As I rise up

To greet the rain.

And another year

Since we first heard

There would be No sun at all.

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But how wonderful is the rain.

You should find yourself Something that’s big and bright And orange.

Maybe I should Paint myself a large square of blue.

But how wonderful is the rain.

What Shall I Sing?

Sing, sing, what shall I sing?

This heart has turned into a pudding string. Cry, cry, no more to be done Though the sea has been emptied and a journey begun.

Sing, sing, yes, that’s what they say Though the sea has been emptied And I’ve been carried away. Cry, cry, no more to be done. Though pain has undone me, Pain has undone me.

In the arms of a man.

Sing, sing, what shall I sing?

This heart has turned into a pudding string. Cry, cry, no more to be done Though the sea has been emptied and a journey begun.

Sing, sing, yes, that’s what they say Though the sea has been emptied And I’ve been carried away. Laugh, yes.

As soon as I can.

London’s Burning

Can’t you see the mirror on the wall in the sky?

Can’t you see the writing on the billboards every day? Can’t you hear the whispers of the men dispossessed?

Can’t you feel your own breath is escaping? Listen to the clamour at the heart of this town. Don’t you know that red is London burning? London’s burning.

London’s burning overnight.

Can’t you feel the earth is changing just as we walk?

Can’t you feel the strain is growing every day? Life is getting harder for so many I know, Seems that our own vision is escaping, escaping. Though the streets are paved with gold as far as we see Don’t you know that gold is London burning?

London’s burning, London’s burning,

London’s burning, London’s burning.

London’s burning.

Jesus on a Train

Rolling hills go past this place I’m in, Rolling land reminds me that I can Fall from grace.

Half this world will eat their sandwiches –So confident that life was and shall remain So sure, So sure.

The middle of the night finds him crying And the stone is covered in blood, Children huddle from bullets raining down And so hungry.

And while you talk I see pain buried deep in your lips And on your hand gold tells me

Nothing about love.

Still we’re sure, So sure.

Rolling hills go past this place I’m in, Rolling land reminds me that I can Fall from grace.

Rolling hills, rolling hills, Rolling hills,

Yet we’re still so sure.

Rolling hills.

Happy and New

Spend my money on a ticket to See a story that’s happy and Different to the one I’m living in; Spend my money on a new dress To see you, Happy and new.

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What you gonna do about us?

According to the weatherman the Weather is fine, Talking to the talking clock there’s plenty of Day to do my living in; Spend my money on a new coat To see you, Happy and new.

What you gonna do about us?

I woke up this morning but it was Too late– the woman staring back at Me had grown, like my dress, so Empty and old; The coat I gave to a little girl To see you.

What you gonna do about us?

What did you ever? What you gonna do about us?

Daedalus

Is this the life you would have hoped for? Is this the life you would have died for?

But how things change. Yet stay the same.

Is the life you would have wished for? Is this the life you would have killed for?

But how things change. Yet stay the same.

Can you still find him? Can you still find him?

Will you still find him?

He is fallen, Fallen to the sea.

Are these the things you would have talked about? Are these his wings you would have dreamt about?

But how things change. Yet stay the same.

Can you still find him? Can you still find him?

Will you still find him? He is fallen.

Fallen to the sea. Fallen to the sea.

Yes. You can find him

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My Feet May Take a Little While

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To walk the way of my dreaming heart; The more I walk, the more I breathe, The more I breathe, the less I know.

There is a song that I was taught, Of hills and streams and all The hopes and fears of living things Are written there in me.

My feet are slower than my heart, Slower than my dreams, than my will. I’ll walk a million miles, I’ve walked a million miles of innocence.

My feet may take a little while To walk the way of my dreaming heart; The more I walk, the more I breathe, The more I breathe, the less I know.

Peace on Earth

And snow falls down on me. Peace on earth.

The night is dark and soft. Peace on earth.

The lights that sparkle in the square, The smoke that lingers in the air. Peace on earth.

And grace falls down on me. Peace on earth.

The dark will turn aside. Peace on earth.

The fires that burn in every hearth

Do sing our praise of Christmas past. Peace on earth.

Hear them singing.

Peace on earth.