Maiden, Mother, [CRONE] (EP)

by Jordan Reyne

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    5 (+1) track EP from a trilogy of EPs called "Maiden, Mother, Crone". All music and lyrics written, performed, and mixed by Jordan Reyne.
    Live drums by Simon Rippin. Mastered by Stephen Carey of "The Eden House".
    BONUS ITEMS: extra track in digital form, all artwork, thankyou vide and live performance video.

    The "Maiden, Mother Crone" trilogy combines pagan imagery with modern narratives on women. "The Hag", or Crone was once seen as wise, but the elderly today are often simply marginalised or overlooked entirely. The "Crone"'s invisibility however, has a plus side. She can be as political as she likes, and many of her songs are just that. The Crone is more outside the gaze of what is expected of women, compared to the other two figures, so is allowed to speak her mind. It is a voice within her voicelessness , and an identity that she herself can construct.

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    bonus items: Video of live performance of The Shadow Line, Video thanks, printable artwork for booklet and CD.

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    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Jordan Reyne - Best Of (LP), [MAIDEN], Mother, Crone (EP), Maiden, [Mother], Crone (EP), Remembering the Dead (Audio Book), Maiden, Mother, [CRONE] (EP), Song for Winter Solstice (single), Live & Looped (EP) recorded live for radio, The Annihilation Sequence (LP), and 6 more. , and , .

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5 (+1) track EP from a trilogy of EPs called "Maiden, Mother, Crone". All music and lyrics written, performed, and mixed by Jordan Reyne.
Live drums by Simon Rippin. Mastered by Stephen Carey of "The Eden House".
BONUS ITEMS: extra track in digital form, all artwork, thankyou vide and live performance video.


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The "Maiden, Mother Crone" trilogy combines pagan imagery with modern narratives on women. "The Hag", or Crone was once seen as wise, but the elderly today are often simply marginalised or overlooked entirely. The "Crone"'s invisibility however, has a plus side. She can be as political as she likes, and many of her songs are just that. The Crone is more outside the gaze of what is expected of women, compared to the other two figures, so is allowed to speak her mind. It is a voice within her voicelessness , and an identity that she herself can construct.

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released May 14, 2014

all music written, performed, produced, and mixed by Jordan Reyne. Live drums by Simon Rippin. Mastering by Stephen Carey.

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Jordan Reyne UK

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: Dear John
Dear John, Im writing to extend an invitation.
An opportunity to join us for a feast of food and celebration
Far beyone imagination, of what
you made of them or me, you made us what we are.

Cos you're all heart John.
you're all heart John.

Please take off your shoes and I will welcome you into my home
Oh it might seem kind of lonely till the other guests make themselves known
and thankyou for your commendation of my choices, but there is only one
that would keep you in the style to which you've become acccustomed.

But you're all heart John.
you're all heart John.

Delicacy of flavour, oh it fill the senses, feel it come
in rarity anf favours, all laid out since you were bred and born
and we only get to do this once, cos it's far beyond our means.
Dont let me bore you with the details - I know you want to taste a part of each

Cos, you're all heart John.
you're all heart John.

A moments silence, please.
To thank our guests and bless this food that's only yours to eat.
Oh and their names are written underneath each plate
each dish, each tasteless grave
but yes, you like the flavour
and you wont change.

you're all heart John.
you're all heart John.
you're all heart John.

There but for the grace of god goes you or I
you taste every story, but do you recognise?
you're so free with the glaze, and it disguises the taste
of what you know this if for.
What its for.

We, we're all here. We feel each bite, we feel each tear as you sew the seeds
your pound of flesh, your fiscal year.
Know what you are
we know what you are we know what you are
know what you are
dear
dear
john.
dear john.
Track Name: The Shadow Line
The sky threw down it's blood and rain on the day that she was born.
They gave her number, rank and name
to see if she could hold her own.

but I won't see red

She wouldn't wear her shoes of green, my little girl, and she wouldnt sing.
And when at last, they asked her why
she pointed at the world outside.

but I wont see red.

The men in power, they set up eyes, to show us where the shadow lines
would trip and blow, and show us how
to keep us safely from ourselves.
and they watched us fall down one by one
as the hunger came and seasons turned
till in the end, they called her name
and the fear bit deep, and the sirens came.

but I wont see red

They say some towns are painted gold, and pictures line the city walls.
They show us things we cannot be
and lead us there in hope and greed.

but I wont see red.

My little girl, I found her there. They'd told her she could outrun death
they gave her gold and pretty things
till she was bought and sold and she
told me with, her final breath
"You can never die, if you've never lived".

but I wont see red.

When she was gone, they took her name, and all she had lost, to sell again
and the children followed one by one
with empty eyes drawn to the tune
of endless gold, undying fame
and the cycle turns on blood and rain

And I see red.
Track Name: Servitude
Turn those voices down
he whispered, he whispered.
Let me be your quiet
in this dissonance, this dissonance.

I will heal your hurt
he whispered, he whispered
follow my hand
through the dark
I'll be your strength, my fading flower.

Oh you're not alive, but I am your saviour
Wasted spirits die, and I want you to savour, savour
the rush of power
he whispered, he whispered.

When I hold you, you're beautiful
he whispered
Hold the knife tight, in your hand
come prove your loyalty to me

Oh you're not alive but I am your saviour, saviour
Cos I am the knowing, the reaping, the sowing and I I I I I I I I
Burn them to the ground
turn those voices down.
Track Name: Dishonour Among Thieves
Dishonour Among Thieves

Cold where your footsteps fall
I am your echo and your shadow
Here: left, right.
Red cross, dead loss, second sight.
Oh, I am waiting.
Oh, I am listening.
For slips of the tongue
loose lips, sunk ships, power trips and
oversights, oversights oversights.

You're pale as a fish. As a shark
your face buys silence, distance
calculate what violence, violence
will buy you.

Bam. Another ace in your hand
Bam. Another race to rail against
Bam. Fear is a trading game.
But which one of us
doesn't need their name?

Cos we are the men who won't be blamed
we are the ranks whose game is is
knives in the back, shots in the dark
slight of the hand, cheap tricks, suck dick
don't run, don't walk, don't stand single file
green light, red square, no blood on your hands.
Blood on your hands.
You look so horrified.

Your slights of tongue, done legal tender,
surrender
your will to power, cower, kill, remember
Your god forbids you'll be forgotten,
short stick, free kicks, dead and rotten.

Cos we are the men who won't be blamed
we are the ranks whose game is is
knives in the back, shots in the dark
slight of the hand, cheap tricks, suck dick
don't run, dont walk, don't stand single file
green light, red square, no blood on your hands.
Blood on your hands.

You look so horrified.