Children of a Factory Nation

by Jordan Reyne

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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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"Fantastic. A work of art... rarely would I so strongly recommend you buy an album" Celtic Rock (Germany)

"Once again Jordan is not only able to lend voice and music to a story in a wonderful and unique way, much more she is able to let us feel the affliction, despair and hope this family is going through. Her voice is uniquely amazing, raw, fragile and touching. Emotions and intensity of Children Of A Factory Nation are incredible and creeps under your skin. This record is masterpiece, a gem of music!" Nocturnal Hall (Germany)

"There is noone more well suited to put this theme to music as this celebrated musician from New Zealand. Jordan Reyne is an artist who deserves our full attention" CZB (Romania)

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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

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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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Track Name: Johnny & the Sea
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
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
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
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.


-//-


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
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
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
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
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)
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)
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
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.