Children of a Factory Nation (LP)

by Jordan Reyne

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Edward Newbould Rance Lets see.. why do I love this album?
Where do we start? (1) Jordan Reynes vocals as amazing (and perhaps a little Canadian...) (2) I think it calls to the gypsy blood in my veins. (3) I've always loved songs that tell stories, and these are such good stories. Favorite track: Johnny & the Sea.
HansPeter Muff
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HansPeter Muff Jordan, thank you for your gift, a strong album with fantastic vocals, great! Favorite track: Johnny & the Sea.
Steven Bullock
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Steven Bullock Jordan is the whole, talented package. Her voice and musical abilities are staggering- as is her writing, which I think is evident in this (and many other) song. Favorite track: A Woman Scorned.
Michael Reilly
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Michael Reilly An artist that truly crosses genres – Jordan Reyne brings together a wide assortment of musical ideas, influences and concepts, and brilliantly fuses them into something previously unheard, and unimagined. A great voice with a unique and captivating sound. Favorite track: A Hard Game.
Stephan Huebner
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Stephan Huebner Her voice is tremendous and the songs are mesmerizing. Favorite track: A Woman Scorned.
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sally mellors Powerful stuff this, and haunting...hard to classify, which is great too!
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1.
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.
2.
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.
3.
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)
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A Hard Game 05:52
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.
5.
London 05:55
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.
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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.
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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)
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The Arsonist 05:38
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.
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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.
10.
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)
11.
Crooked 04:44
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.

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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 October 24, 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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Known recently as the Resident Evil 7 vocalist (trailer track, "Go Tell Aunt Rhody"), Jordan is 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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