TOM ROBINSON ONLY THE NOW HOME IN THE MORNING MERCIFUL GOD (Tom Robinson, Gerry Diver) (Tom Robinson, Gerry Diver, Andy Treacey, Adam Phillips)

“He was to remove what Charles My Rolex and phone Shred all my letters “I have a strong faith and pray Fat white maggots Doing a job, I’m doing a job had described, using a wry, Are right there on the table And burn the old polaroids before every mission... I believe With their fat white faces I’m doing a job that all-purpose comic tone... The keys to my car and the flat Stick all those mags in the trash that God’s put me in this job” Crawling all over God put me here for as ‘kinky relics’. The idea was Cut up my credit cards, Empty the treasure chest US bomber pilot, CNN 2003 God’s holy places to spare Charles’s mother.“ Pay off the milkman Under my bed Smoke glass windows Fat white maggots Adam Mars Jones, The Darker Proof Recycle the bills on the mat And flush every crumb Noise and groove by Adam Aircon coaches All blind and bloated The Boss and Armani In my stash Phillips and Andy Treacey with Spewing out locusts They like their reality Are yours if you want ’em Swear on your life additional vocal chords of TV Spewing out roaches Sugar-coated Just stick all the rest in a sack You’ll wipe my hard drive, and Smith and Lee Forsyth Griffiths. There’s only one language Hey Pretty David Then drop the whole lot Smash any backups you find Bass by me. Gerry playing God is merciful They understand I’m so glad you made it At the charity shop There’s no need for my mother literally everything else. God is just And that’s when Come sit over here in the light Tell the neighbours To ever discover TR Why mind dying The body parts hit the fan I’m sorry the setting I’m not coming back The life that I’m leaving behind When he says we must Is kind of depressing I’m not frightened God is merciful... etc But I need a favour tonight Goodbye to London Goodbye to London I’m not fearful The laughs and the parties So long to St Mary’s So long to St Mary’s Doing the job that Doing a job, I’m doing a job Were great while they lasted I’m so sorry I couldn’t stay So sorry I couldn’t stay... etc God put me here for I’m doing a job that But now that it’s time to move on You nephews and nieces God put me here for I need a friend who can I love you to pieces Preaching democracy Tie up some ends, cause But let’s just call it a day And gentle Jesus Tomorrow I’m gonna be gone TR: gtr, voc, bass They lie and bully us Goodbye you ravers Adam Phillips: elec gtr Bomb and bleed us TR: bs, voc Goodbye to London You movers and shakers Gerry Diver: various* They help our enemies TV Smith: b.voc So long to St Mary’s You lovers and brothers Slay our brothers Lee Forsyth Griffiths: b.voc I’m so sorry I couldn’t stay I’ve known Kill our children Adam Phillips: gtr You nephews and nieces Kiss me goodnight Murder our mothers Andy Treacey: drs I love you to pieces And then switch out the light Gerry Diver: various* But I’m going home Because I’m going home God is merciful... etc Mixed by Ben Hiller In the morning In the morning THE MIGHTY SWORD OF JUSTICE (Tom Robinson, Gerry Diver, Andy Treacey, Adam Phillips)

“Changes in Legal Aid have come My Daddy did his articles in 1954 And crippled them with fines into force... removing funding When he began soliciting There’s one law for the 1% from family cases, advice on The work stuck in his craw And another for the ninety-nine welfare benefits, employment, Enforcing for the bourgeoisie debt and some housing problems. He very quickly saw The mighty sword of Justice... Lawyers say the cuts will There’s one law for the rich etc significantly affect access And another one for the poor to justice.” Now Justice wears a coronet BBC News 2013 Rebekah’s friends and fortune But Justice is a whore Defended her in court She puts out for rich gentlemen The shredder lives in luxury Who love to pay her court His millions have bought And kicks away the crutches Gerry Diver, Tom Robinson, Billy Bragg, Martin Carthy Whore: /hɔːr/ n. But Doreen Lawrence From beggars at her door Selfie by Gerry A person considered to have Had to wait for 18 years and more There’s one law for the rich compromised their principles for There’s one law for the rich And another one for the poor personal gain, usually money. And another one for the poor The Free Dictionary The mighty sword of Justice... The mighty sword of Justice etc Stands high above us all A Protest March Carnival Song All citizens stand equal There’s one law for the rich written in 2013 for The Justice Before her mighty laws And another one for the poor Alliance. With outstanding But even mighty Justice contributions by Billy Bragg, Lisa Has one almighty flaw Knapp, Martin Carthy, Colin There’s one law for the rich Firth and Frank Rollock And another one for the poor TR: voc TR Billy Bragg: voc Our leaders meet in secret Lisa Knapp: voc Behind a thick blue line Martin Carthy: voc When cops protect the wealthy Frank Rollock: steel pan The cost is yours and mine Colin Firth: newsreader They infiltrated Occupy Gerry Diver: various*

Tom Robinson, TV Smith, Lee Forsyth Griffiths, Gerry Diver Photo: Kate de Ban DON’T JUMP, DON’T FALL (Tom Robinson, Gerry Diver, Andy Treacey, Adam Phillips)

CALM is a charity dedicated to We took you out to the movies You were always so certain Or did you simply think preventing male suicide. It offers And the circus too That you’d never see thirty You were about to be free a free, confidential helpline from But nothing’s forever When you called collect 5pm to midnight, 7 days a week on And it couldn’t last To talk drunk and dirty The alcohol raging 0800 585858 thecalmzone.net We had our own baby A restless aching deep within Round your veins And the moment passed The pain of inhabiting The black depression For Andrew A human skin Pouring down like rain I pray to God TR If you felt betrayed Boy, you hid it well Don’t jump, don’t fall By every holy name But when I think back now There’s a world of love My own sweet children I feel guilty as hell Out there Never know that pain Mastering engineer Frank Arkwright at Abbey Road You hit the bottle And you could have it all I still remember Photo: TR When you hit your teens Don’t jump, don’t fall Don’t jump, don’t fall First meeting you when There’s a world of love You were a small blond kid Became runaway jailbait Standing on that balcony For chicken queens Your back against a wall Out there About nine or ten You could have had it all Your mother went missing Don’t jump, don’t fall And your father drank Don’t jump, don’t fall You must have been shaking There’s a world of love With a terrible dread Standing on that balcony For your first real home Your back against a wall You had an aunt to thank Out there As you climbed unsteady And you can have it all From that unmade bed Don’t jump You came to stay Did you feel relief When you were still quite young I must admit Or did you just feel numb You had mischievous eyes It must have seemed like fun To know your moment And a razor-sharp tongue The kind of life you lived Had finally come When you were on the run TR: voc Life has its interludes Lee Forsyth Griffiths: voc And this was one All the tricks you’d turned When you left the flat And all the drugs you’d done On that final night Adam Phillips: gtr We’d pretend for the weekend Andy Treacey: drs You were our son As you scraped the barrel Did you lock the door With your lowlife chums Did you leave the light Gerry Diver: various* We used to pick you up Did you think of her When you were feeling blue Did you think of me HOLY SMOKE CRY OUT (Tom Robinson, Caz Ginsberg, Swami Baracus, Gerry Diver, Andy Treacey, Patrick Dawes) (Tom Robinson, Andy Treacey, Elliott Randall, Adam Phillips, Al Scott, Gerry Diver)

“Growing up on a remote farm Two thousand years of Turning the Gita to a reefer “Speeding the freeway and Cry out... Cry out God knows I’ve feared you in North Wales, whenever my Wisdom up in smoke So for The Man Upstairs I plead ya recklessly riding... Strung out But now that I’m near you brothers and I ran out of Rizlas, we Summon these stoners Strung out at the end of my chain” At the end of my chain That sweet tender life used to skin up with pages from I like to smoke the bible To pay for their deeds! Cry out... Cry out Was in vain the family bible” It makes a crazy toke Music born from a band jam with And remember your name Your only choosing Elliott Randall, and a lyric born Caz Ginsberg, Fennel Seeds Those wafer paper pages You like to smoke the bible Was sooner or later Go up in holy smoke It makes a crazy toke in darkness. Guest vocal by soul Angel of darkness But I still remember brother John Grant. Thanks to Ian for being The The wrath of God will find me Those wafer paper pages Sweet lord of oblivion Your name Voice Of God, to Swami for his My friends and neighbours say Go up in holy smoke TR I worship again dissenting counterpoint, and to But I get high divinely The wrath of God will find you And again Cry out... Cry out... Lisa for the Heavenly Choir. My sins are blown away My saints and angels say I was born to adore you, to In the darkness again But me, I’m right behind you Fall down before you Cry out... Cry out TR Ripping out and rolling… etc Your sins are blown away Brown eyes and blue jeans Cry out And remember your name And gut-churning beauty And remember your name Are you completely dazed? Ripping out and rolling... etc Your crimson dominion Cry out My father’s in the kitchen Think outside this purple haze Of shame Sobbing and shaking And remember your name My mother’s making tea Harry Secombe’s stuck in a grave Two thousand years The needles are in me Please let me be taken My sister’s sitting stitching And you’re blazing on Of wisdom up in smoke The demons within me Tonight in the dark My brother’s dungarees These Songs of Praise? Cry out Driving rain My grandad’s in the attic Yo, I’m in disgust And remember your name Out in the trees TR: bs, voc Some aunts and uncles too That’s Exodus not Angel Dust When I’m down on my knees John Grant: voc I’m shattered and erratic The lust for the chronic TR: bs, voc Speeding the freeway I’ll cry out Lee Forsyth Griffiths: b.voc There’s one thing left to do And the wanderlust Swami Baracus: rap And recklessly riding And remember your name Andy Treacey: drs Slips up till your brain combusts Ian McKellen: Voice Of God Strung out at the end Adam Phillips: gtr Ripping out and rolling up See, mess with both Lisa Knapp: choir Of my chain Cry out... Cry out... Gerry Diver: various* The scriptures These testaments Andy Treacey: drs Floodwaters rise In my moment of pain The fire of Isiah Gonna leave this house Adam Phillips: gtr At the turn of the tide Cry out... Cry out... Makes me choke In pestilence Gerry Diver: various* I’ll cry out And remember your name Inhaling Revelations Your testicles turn tentacles And remember your name And Creation Its apocalypse, on a groinal sense You’re never gonna catch me Gerry Diver, Andy Treacey, Tom Robinson, Lee Forsyth Griffiths, Adam Phillips. Photo: Ashley Smith NEVER GET OLD IN MY LIFE (Tom Robinson, Tom McGuinness) (John Lennon, Paul McCartney)

“Did you think we’d never get old... Take a good look Sober coat “In my life... I love you more” There are places Though I know I’ll never Take a good look at me now.” Take a good look at me now A jacket and tie I remember Ever lose affection Sat with strangers For Siouxs and Norma In my life For people and things The first album I ever bought Mad and bad Wiping an eye TR & MC Though some That went before was The Five Faces Of Manfred Exciting to know Empty gesture Have changed Though I know I’ll often stop Mann. Co-writing this with Tom Where you led Saying goodbye Some forever And think about them McGuinness forty years later I was happy to go Take a good look at me now Not for better In my life... was a dream come true. In your spell Some are gone I love you more TR I’d never say no Did you think we’d never get old And some remain Take a good look at me now Never get old... Never get old In my life I love you more Take a good look All these places Bit by bit Take a good look at me now Have their moments Long ago You started to sink With lovers and friends When we both were young Slapdash, bareback Take a good look at me I still can recall Martin Carthy: gtr, voc Living for kicks Starting to drink A good long look at me Some are dead TR: voc Kisses and fun I played safe Now And some are living Gerry Diver: various* We were carefree And stayed on the brink In my life... Pretty and dumb Take a good look at me now I’ve loved them all Take a good look at me now

Did you think we’d never get old TR: bs, voc But of all these The bloom of youth Never get old... Never get old TV Smith: b.voc Friends and lovers Was starting to fade Take a good look Lee Forsyth Griffiths: b.voc There is no-one The day you met Take a good look at me now Andy Treacey: drs Compares with you My wavering gaze Adam Phillips: gtr And these memories You picked me up Leaning on me Gerry Diver: various* Lose their meaning And blew me away Sick in the street When I think of love Take a good look at me now Smelling of sweat As something new Dead on your feet Did you think we’d never get old Swallowing hard Never get old... Never get old Unable to speak Take a good look at me now ONE WAY STREET (Tom Robinson, Gerry Diver, Andy Treacey, Adam Phillips)

“The fact that someone’s older You’ll find me You girls and boys Doesn’t always make them wrong” On the motorways Of every land The highways great and small Come listen to my song A morality tale for young people. The ‘B’ roads and the ‘C’ roads The fact that someone’s older Avuncular advice dispensed by I’ve driven down them all Doesn’t always make them wrong Ian, serenaded by an ethereal But you will never find me Be kind to one another Nadine Shah As long as I can breathe Don’t forget to brush you teeth TR Driving the wrong way And never ride the wrong way Up a one-way street Up a one-way street

Your engine it was deafening You’ll find me We loved you like a brother As down the road you sped On the motorways Boy we loved you like a son Ignoring all the warning signs The highways great and small So young and wild and handsome A hundred yards ahead The ‘B’ roads and the ‘C’ roads So reckless, so dumb You gave us all a thumbs-up I’ve driven down them all Always dicing with the devil As you got up to speed But you will never find me And you never met defeat And disappeared the wrong way As long as I can breathe Until you drove the wrong way Up a one-way street Driving the wrong way Up a one-way street Up a one-way street Now even as a toddler You somehow passed You never would be told Your driving test You always went your own way When you were seventeen Because that’s the way you rolled TR: bs, voc You bought a beat-up trailbike We heard you hit the tanker Ian McKellen: voc And tweaked it till it screamed As it swerved into a tree Nadine Shah: b.voc Then that fatal foggy Sunday Far in the foggy distance Andy Treacey: drs You got us all to come Up that one-way street Adam Phillips: gtr To the ringroad Gerry Diver: various* By the business park You’ll find me To see you do the ton On the motorways… etc

RISKY BUSINESS ONLY THE NOW (Tom Robinson, Gerry Diver, Andy Treacey, Adam Phillips) (Tom Robinson, Gerry Diver)

“There was a period of I made my killing I took before “Hold to the now, the here, The present seems endless And long may you know remorse and apology. On the trading floor But if you need a mortage through which all future plunges As seconds slide by The comfort and joy That period needs to be over.” Bought into bullion Or a business loan to the past” And birthdays roll We all shared Former Barclays CEO And gilts galore You’ll get no credit James Joyce, Ulysses Endlessly on And long may your laughter Bob Diamond First smell of trouble And we’ll take your home Familiar rituals year after year Ring out in this world I was out the door For Child A and Child K. Who could imagine them gone Long after we’re Headed up country No more.. No more No longer there In my 4x4 Risky business Thanks to Guy Garvey for Two brilliant stars Screw you suckers inspiring the song, and special Shining under the tree Only the now No more.. No more I don’t care no more thanks to Nitin for playing on it. Two treasures There’s only the now Risky business TR We tucked up in bed The moments roll on into days Sue me suckers No home movie moments There’s only the now I don’t care no more Recapture the time Only the now TR: bs, voc Or words that can Don’t ever wish it away Why bother worrying Lee Forsyth Griffiths: b.voc Felt like I’d known you Not be unsaid About the past Adam Phillips: gtr For all of my life The regulators... Andy Treacey: drs Long before you both arrived Only the now They can kiss my arse Gerry Diver: various* Those black and white Polaroids There’s only the now TR: voc I made my decisions Signalled the shift The moments roll on into days Nitin Sawhney: pno, gtr And I won my prize Before we looked There’s only the now Gerry Diver: various* You saw it coming into your eyes Only the now And you closed your eyes Don’t ever wish it away The freedom to choose No more.. No more I was happy to lose Blink for a minute Risky business When freedom’s a prison An era has gone Sue me suckers with walls All futures I don’t care no more You lifted the sentence Plunge into the past That blighted my life That room full of echoes Now government money’s And captured me Stands silent at night Made my job secure Once and for all Its emptiness suddenly vast I get the same fat bonuses I love you forever This album was only possible thanks to PledgeMusic - and the astonishing support of everyone who joined our campaign there and became part of this story. Once started, the project took on a life of its own – as a working team of friends and professional supporters sprang up around it. Gerry Diver (producer), Jill Furmanovsky (cover photography), Guy Sexty (design), Ian Ramage (publisher & spirit guide), Kate de Ban (video), Barabara Charone (press), Henry Semmence (label services), Frank Arkwright (Abbey Road), James Chapple Gill (radio promo) - and our brilliant live booking agent Mark Anstey. Musically, Andy Treacey, Adam Phillips and Lee Forsyth Griffiths all put heart and soul into this record, as did all our guest contributors to the different tracks. In order of appearance: TV Smith, Colin Firth, Billy Bragg, Frank Rollock, Martin Carthy, Lisa Knapp, Swami Baracus, Ian McKellen, John Grant, Nadine Shah and Nitin Sawhney plus all the Pledgers opposite who turned up to the studio and sang. Crowd vocal, Holy Smoke: 9 May 2015 L to R back row: Laurie & Vince Burke, Lee Forsyth Griffiths, There were the additional co-writers like Caz Ginsberg, Tom McGuinness, Elliott Randall, Al Scott Paul Bamford, Jeff Caplan, Richard Engler, Andy Treacey, Adam Phillips and Patrick Dawes. Other people who went the extra mile keep for us included Mike Hemsley, front row: Marvey Mills, Tom Robinson, Steve Laurie, James Quinn, Missis Trellis, Caroline Laurie, Sam Laurie Fred Mellor, John Waller, James Cattermole and Gareth Davies. And finally there was the love and support of Joe Galliano, Steve Laurie – who sat in on drums for our summer festivals – and the dark svengali running it all behind the scenes, Missis Trellis. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart - I couldn’t have done it without you. TR

*Instruments played by Gerry, track by track (1) strings, piano, prepared piano, percussion, musical saw/whistling, (2) violins, strings, gunbri, programming (3) violin, hammered banjo, tenor guitar, percussion, programming (4) violins, piano, tenor guitar, programming (5) violins, tenor guitar, keyboards, programming (6) violins, piano, tenor guitar, hammered banjo, keyboards (7) violins, piano, percussion , tenor guitar , programming, slide guitar, keyboards (8) violins, keyboards, programming (9) violins, tenor guitar, Autoharp, percussion, keyboards, banjo, programming Crowd vocal, Mighty Sword Of Justice: 18 April 2015 (10) violins, piano, tenor guitar, programming L to R back row: Missis Trellis, Ian C Clarkson, Andrew M Simons, John Wilkinson (11) violins, guitar, harmonium, bowed cymbal, slide guitar, music box middle row: Sandro Nardi, Ms Valerie Gommon, Amanda Humphry, Viv Wilkinson, Malek Labbane front row: Tom Robinson, Lee Forsyth Griffiths, Terry Hughes, Derval Mc Cloat, Gerry Diver Not shown: William Dobson All tracks BMG Rights Management (UK) Limited except “In My Life” Sony/ATV Music Publishing. All tracks © 2015 Castaway Northwest Recordings. All rights of the producer and of the owner of this recorded work reserved. Unauthorised copying, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental of this Recording prohibited. Rights Society: MCPS. Mastered by Frank Arkwright at Abbey Road Studios Brought to you by Absolute via Universal. CNRCD1