Children of a Factory Nation
by Jordan Reyne
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Johnny & the Sea
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A Woman Scorned
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Blood on the Sea
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A Hard Game
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London
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Factory Nation
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Heavenly Creatures
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The Arsonist
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Wait (I Run too Slow)
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A Healer's Folly (live)
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Crooked
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about
Set in the crowded streets of London in the time of the industrial revolution Children of a Factory Nation is the tale of people straining to hold their lives together in a country turned upside down by the invention of new machines.
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released 24 October 2011
All music written and performed by Jordan Reyne.
Produced by Jordan Reyne
Mixing - Simon Holoway and Jordan Reyne.
Mastering - Simon Holloway
All music written and performed by Jordan Reyne.
Produced by Jordan Reyne
Mixing - Simon Holoway and Jordan Reyne.
Mastering - Simon Holloway
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Described by New Zealand's National Radio as the pioneer of a new sound, Jordan's music is a blend of irish/ celtic rock, steam-era machine noise, and Grimms fairytale-eske lyrics. Imagine PJ Harvey trapped in the workhouses of Industrial Revolution era England, with only Nine Inch Nails for company. ... more
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May 26London, UK
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Oct 04London, UK
discography
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May 2013 -
Oct 2011 -
Jan 2009 -
Jan 2005 -
Jan 2002 -
Jan 2000 -
Apr 1998
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- Track Name: Johnny & the Sea
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It was two days ago when the skull and bones ship came in
and the shadows grew long as a shiver ran right through the evening.
I head every door slam as I stood in the street and just stared
and the call of the sea rose up in my restless young ears.
She said: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.
And the ocean's as wild as I was as a boy, and she sings,
of fortune and change and the power of a young persons dreams.
When I stand on the sea and the waves crash and howl out our names
it's through nausea and fear that we come to know how we are made.
Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.
But at 7 years on I grew tired and started thinking of home.
I romanticized fields and the cycles of seasons and farms.
I arrived and I married and I wait for the roots to take hold
but I wake every night to the sound of the sea, so loud
She says: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home.
You forget how to swim once your life doesn't throw you too far.
Like you hope that the land can still hold you, and keep you here, warm.
But I hear and I see and I'm sick of the earth and its gaze
so I'm walking out once, I am walking out, into the waves.
They say: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home. - Track Name: A Woman Scorned
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Oh I waited too long for my love to come home
and the sea turned to serpents and foam.
When his ghost came to me it was covered in weeds
and the fishes had chewed him to bone
Oh hollow eyed man, tell me how could you go
when you've wife and two children on shore
when the call of the sea is a siren mouthed tune
and your duty weighs 50 times more?
"Don't weep for me love" says your ruin faced form
like Id pine for a man who has failed me
Still I find myself wound in your seafarers clothes
and breathing the scent of your whiskey.
Oh widow am I, all tied up in death,
and I cant live on sorrow or pity.
May your name die away with your daughters in tow
who i know wont survive here without me.
And lovers there are, I who I cant say i love
cos your name calls me out to the waves.
I will follow you, love, in this winter so cold
cos it's death and forgetting that saves.
"Don't weep for me love" says your ruin faced form
like Id pine for a man who has failed me.
Still I find myself wound in your seafarers clothes,
and breathing the scent of your whiskey.
So give me your hand, as the sea gives you breath,
and you rise back up out of the salty.
oh you stink like the dead, but its what we both are
and the least you can do is come with me. - Track Name: Blood on the Sea
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He killed me by the full moon tide
no steel in his hand, no hate in his eyes.
His words were few, his words were kind
he wished me luck, and kissed my hand.
He said that sometimes life don't give
what you think you wanted
and if love was your question then time's
gonna give you your answers.
But the passing of days has brought nothing but words
and the cold.
And belief lives with lies
just as life lives with death
and grows old.
Blood on the sea, blood on the sea, please tke me away,
make othign of me. Blood on the sea. Blood on the sea.
Bllod on the sea, blood on the sea, the weight of your words
made mortar of me.
So the lives of men remain a mystery to me.
And if God sees it all, He's alone with His clarity.
Faith is a word that builds bridges to rescue the wounded,
but when the ground falls away
everything else falls with it.
Blood on the sea, blood on the sea, please tke me away,
make othign of me. Blood on the sea. Blood on the sea.
Bllod on the sea, blood on the sea, the weight of your words
made mortar of me.
He killed me by the full moon tide
no steel in his hand, no hate in his eyes.
His words were few, his words were kind
he wished me luck, and kissed my hand.
Mary X (1859 - 1893) - Track Name: A Hard Game
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Hey over there – can you spare me what you've got?
I'll play what you want to hear – happy or sad. Frozen hands or not.
No I'm not from round here, people always ask that question.
Please, if you stop and stare,
Share at least your good suggestions.
Oh there are so many lives to run away from.
So won't you tell me how to make something of my own.
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It's a loaded game, you can't take or leave
Hard hard, you've got to be.
Hope and faith: vanities
Hard hard, and you tell me
How do the lonely see?
Hard hard, I just step away.
You with your insight – does it keep you warm? Does it pacify?
Hard hard, oh.
And for what it's worth, it's an iron lung.
Hard hard, but it will help you breathe
You'll fit or sink, my dear
Hard hard - there is no other way.
Responsibility hard hard and it will stay
you with your frail light. You're a factory job, if you work it right.
Hard hard oh.
It's a loaded gun, but it's up to you
Far far be it from me to say
Use it as best you can
cos you get one shot
it can go either way
hard hard, oh. - Track Name: London
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Part I (from the traditional folk song “Bedlam Boys”)
For to see my Tom in Bedlam
a thousand miles I'd travel.
Mad Molly goes with dirty toes
to save her shoes from travel.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonny eyed boys
Bedlam boys are bonny.
For they all go bare and they live on the air,
and they want no drink or money.
No money
no money.
Part II (from the traditional folk song “Silver Dagger”)
Don't sing love songs
you'll wake my mother.
She's sleeping here right by my side
and in her hand, a silver dagger.
She says that I can't be your bride.
Oh my father's a handsom devil,
he's got a chain that's 5 miles long.
And on each link, a broke heart dangles
from another he's loved and wronged. - Track Name: Factory Nation
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Hold
Release
Hold
Release
You'll know the day – the way light plays
the flight of fire, a phoenix and
Release.
the sky will fall, no one'll see but
Release
you'll feel the bite of it's teeth,
and Hold.
Away, oh haul away. The hours will grind the life from me.
Give me the strength to breathe; to ride the minutes into years.
Hold.
Oh fairytales
the taste of them
hold
the guards will find you find you and
release
Oh fantasy
hold my heart
and please release
me from the throbbing of steal
and the heat.
Away, oh haul away. The hours will grind the life from me.
Give me the strength to breathe; to ride the minutes into years.
Oh mercy love,
You've time enough.
Hope is my own to
hold
on through the sweat and the tears.
Hope is my own to
hold.
A waiting stone,
release.
Dropped down into darkness,
darkness
and release
and release
and release. - Track Name: Heavenly Creatures
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Molly, don't you run, just turn and give your spirit up to me.
Otherwise you've just the son of men as the authorities.
Oh come share the light here with me.
Hold your faith in death and don't breathe.
Oh don't move so out of my reach.
Molly don't you throw your pain upon this offering of peace.
Molly there's no door to bolt your daughter in there on her own
everybody lives and dies with what they cannot do alone.
Oh you'll stirr the rage in our quiet
Shape your path with who you incite.
Let her run they'll eat her alive.
Molly you're alone, alone, dont make this everybodys fight.
Molly there's a tree outside whose branches tumbled to the ground
Nothing more is left but still the seasons turn themselves around.
Oh come share the light here with me.
Hold your faith in death and don't breathe.
Oh don't move so out of my reach.
Molly don't you throw your pain upon this offering of peace.
Molly X (1877 – 1915) - Track Name: The Arsonist
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We met on the street when our building burned down
and we talked about what we'd have saved if the chance hadn't gone.
Gone gone.
You said other things might come along.
It was cheap movie night when you gave me your hand
and you told me you thought I was the one.
You were thirtyone, and it sounded like a line,
but I went back to your place and stayed until one.
Heaven heaven heaven.
But the stars didn't fall from the sky and the earth didn't sway.
Heaven heaven heaven.
Is what you think you've seen once cos you know
that it's not going to stay.
And if nice guys finish last, then you could have done well
but no fiction is as strange as the truth
and the truth was a shame.
Hold on – let's try this again just to make sure we didn't miss out;
that we don't have to be alone.
Heaven heaven heaven.
But the earth didn't sway and the stars didn't fall from the sky .
Heaven heaven heaven.
If you'd been Romeo, well then I'd just be expected to die.
Heaven, heaven
Is a sorry excuse for the fact that we're made to be burned
heaven heaven.
I'm so sorry my friend, this turns out to be your turn.
Well you know what it's like, when the fire burns hot
and it's beauty resides in a heat
that you know will be gone.
Gone gone.
And there's nothing to do when it has, you just have to move on.
But the trick of the eye is that one of you stays
and stared into flames that you think are still there
but they're not.
Cos they're gone.
Though their power to burn, is as if they'd have swallowed the sun.
Heaven heaven heaven.
But the earth didn't sway and the stars didn't fall from the sky .
Heaven heaven heaven.
If you'd been Romeo, well then I'd just be expected to die.
Heaven, heaven
Is a sorry excuse for the fact that we're made to be burned
heaven heaven.
I'm so sorry my friend, this turns out to be your turn. - Track Name: Wait (I Run too Slow)
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There's an old woman down the road, reads coloured cards to give you answers.
When her fingers turn up death, she'll kind of wink at you and grimace
and where you're headed to next, and what's stopped you from moving.
She says the lonely hunt for love and that the rich still hunt for money,
and to wise up, cos not one can help the desperate or the greedy
then she'll stare with her god eye closed and say you're the one choosing.
Dreams and signs,
I'm on a strange incline
and there's got to be some way out
but I'm not sure I follow.
Wait for me, wait for me. I run too slow.
She calls this innocent mistakes just cos I'm younger than she is
its naïve, it's cliched, it's idealistic
but at least I haven't lost what it feels like the whole world is missing.
Sticks and rhymes
you'll feel it when it's time
just dont ever look back my girl,
get out while you're still breathing.
Wait for me, wait for me. I run too slow. - Track Name: A Healer's Folly (live)
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I found you broken and full of thorns;
Your chest half open, your mind half yours.
With bloodied hands,
I weeded out your shame.
I washed you clean, I hoped you could be whole again.
For I was young and
I thought I knew such things:
how hope could heal, how hurt could
scream or sing.
But still I never asked you why you'd fallen so.
I hoped for more than bones to mend;
more that muscle that grows.
Till death do us part.
Till death do us part.
And spring it was, her beauty makes you drunk and blind.
We traded rings of gold I hoped
would make you mine.
But gratitude and love, they grow two different flowers.
The fruit of one is sweet, the other
poison sour.
Till death do us part
till death do us part
And human hurt is a shadow waiting,
to swallow those who seek the shade,
and hide from burning.
Till death do us part.
Till death do us part.
Oh I am grateful for
small mercies.
The way the colour drains from winter,
from bitterness, and from me.
You never looked me in the eye
till harvests eve.
We shared our bitter fruit;
We left the way God lets us leave.
Till death do us part.
Till death do us part.
Wynne X (1895 - 1961) - Track Name: Crooked
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In the town where you were born, there lives a man with crooked arms.
And when you go any visit him he'll tell you all the things he thinks you should have become.
Oh and if you go, go with one ear closed.
Oh and if you go, just pretend you've always known
you don't want to hear, you don't want to hear,
what he knows.
He lives in a crooked house, cos that's where crooked people live.
Oh and he does some crooked things that he will say you should have learned how to forgive.
Oh ad if you go, you'll see a mirror in his eyes.
Oh and if you go, you'll learn forgiveness has its price.
You don't want to hear, you don't want to hear,
how high.
When you meet his crooked wife she'll serve you up the kind of thing you've never seen.
And when she asks you how it tastes you'll find you never learned the words for what you need.
Oh and if you say, “I only meant to stay a while”
Oh she'll just nod her head, and she'll give a crooked smile
cos there are things noone can chose,
or reconcile.
And it's a twisted chimney frame where only smoke can turn and find it's way out free.
And this twisted pair exhale, and tell you tales of who and what you're supposed to be.
Oh and if you say, “I wasn't asking for advice”
oh and if you say “I'm only here cos it's polite'
We'll he'll tell you that there is no way to leave.
He'll say he's there to help you look back and to grieve.
He'll say that pity doesn't do you favours twice,
and that you and I are only here
cos every man has his price.
