Copernicus
by Alabaster dePlume
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I Don't Know
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Song of the Foundling
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My Curmudgeon
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Visit Croatia
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Eating My Heart
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Why, Buzzardman, Why?
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Sorry
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As Once I Was
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I Hope
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Dear Soul
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Hold the Night
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about
Alabaster deplume
COPERNICUS
The Good Book of No
DEBTREC24
After the crater, Copernicus is named for the presence of an absence, on the moon’s face; a face timeless in beauty, that is made out of scars.
Material written in isolation in a cabin in Dartmoor, is performed with live improvisation, spontaneous choral backing, and theatrical poetic delivery set in a perfectly prepared musical bed. Sound and song serve to focus sharply on the point of lyrical delivery, in a word-based musical collection, reminiscent of Ivor Cutler, that has been described as "harrowingly funny."
With dramatic monologues punctuating blissfully lilting instrumental landscapes, Alabaster means to have his audience disgusted, and delighted, and as doubtful of the distinction between the two, as possible.
Producer Paddy Steer’s own compassion is audible, in his triumph in capturing tone, atmosphere, communication and character alike, on analogue tape. The fine piano accompaniment of John Ellis glistens throughout and elevates the somewhat unusual material from captivating to sublime.
A performance poet, singer, composer and saxophonist with Liz Green and Honeyfeet, Alabaster has extended the breadth of his skills into the comically bewildered depths of himself, in a hope to reach others, with a record crafted meticulously over a period of two years. With methods centered around the personalities of those involved, the resulting piece means to focus on the interaction of people in the creative process, of a work that has us consider our acceptance, and enjoyment, of the distance between one another.
COPERNICUS
The Good Book of No
DEBTREC24
After the crater, Copernicus is named for the presence of an absence, on the moon’s face; a face timeless in beauty, that is made out of scars.
Material written in isolation in a cabin in Dartmoor, is performed with live improvisation, spontaneous choral backing, and theatrical poetic delivery set in a perfectly prepared musical bed. Sound and song serve to focus sharply on the point of lyrical delivery, in a word-based musical collection, reminiscent of Ivor Cutler, that has been described as "harrowingly funny."
With dramatic monologues punctuating blissfully lilting instrumental landscapes, Alabaster means to have his audience disgusted, and delighted, and as doubtful of the distinction between the two, as possible.
Producer Paddy Steer’s own compassion is audible, in his triumph in capturing tone, atmosphere, communication and character alike, on analogue tape. The fine piano accompaniment of John Ellis glistens throughout and elevates the somewhat unusual material from captivating to sublime.
A performance poet, singer, composer and saxophonist with Liz Green and Honeyfeet, Alabaster has extended the breadth of his skills into the comically bewildered depths of himself, in a hope to reach others, with a record crafted meticulously over a period of two years. With methods centered around the personalities of those involved, the resulting piece means to focus on the interaction of people in the creative process, of a work that has us consider our acceptance, and enjoyment, of the distance between one another.
credits
released 21 May 2012
Personnel
Ríoghnach Connolly - Backing, Flute
Alabaster dePlume - Vocal, Tenor Sax, Acoustic Guitar
Ellis Davies - Electric Guitar
John Ellis - Piano
Jessica Macdonald - Cello
Hannah Miller - Cello
Biff Roxby - Backing, Bass Trombone
Paddy Steer - Percussion, Bass Pedals
Recorded at Limefield Studios (and Iron Mountain) by Paddy Steer, with John Ellis and Gus Fairbairn.
'Sorry' and 'As Once I Was' recorded by David Schelchtriemen and Gus Fairbairn
Mastered by George Atkins
Written by Gus Fairbairn, save 'O, Thou Silent Autumn Night,' by Alexandrov.
Arranged by Gus Fairbairn, save 'Song of the Foundling' arranged with Biff Roxby, and 'I Hope', arranged with Ellis Davies.
Cover artwork by Lee Gallagher
Portrait photo by Elle Brotherhood
Personnel
Ríoghnach Connolly - Backing, Flute
Alabaster dePlume - Vocal, Tenor Sax, Acoustic Guitar
Ellis Davies - Electric Guitar
John Ellis - Piano
Jessica Macdonald - Cello
Hannah Miller - Cello
Biff Roxby - Backing, Bass Trombone
Paddy Steer - Percussion, Bass Pedals
Recorded at Limefield Studios (and Iron Mountain) by Paddy Steer, with John Ellis and Gus Fairbairn.
'Sorry' and 'As Once I Was' recorded by David Schelchtriemen and Gus Fairbairn
Mastered by George Atkins
Written by Gus Fairbairn, save 'O, Thou Silent Autumn Night,' by Alexandrov.
Arranged by Gus Fairbairn, save 'Song of the Foundling' arranged with Biff Roxby, and 'I Hope', arranged with Ellis Davies.
Cover artwork by Lee Gallagher
Portrait photo by Elle Brotherhood
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“You know when you’re ugly
You don’t always know you’re stupid”
Alabaster
dePlume delights in his own confusion.
He embraces it. It makes him look a bit pretentious, sometimes, but in the end, it is deeply sincere, and entertaining.
He works with Debt Records in his hometown Manchester, and performs poetry and song around the UK, in festivals, bars and concert halls.
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discography
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Dec 2012 -
Jun 2012 -
May 2012 -
Oct 2011 -
Sep 2011 -
Feb 2002
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Feb 2012
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Aug 2003
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- Track Name: I Don't Know
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Long days
But worthy days
They tell me so
But in the quiet darkness
I don't know
By your eyes
What see you there
Is it my soul
Or else the empty heavens
I don't know
None do I bemoan
None do I scold
Nor hand I hold
Should I be feeling sorry
I don't know
Sweet is your song,
Your playful song
The answer's, 'No'
You ask me why that is, and
I don't know
Long, they call
And longer so
Than shadows grow
But how long they will,
My brother,
I don't know - Track Name: Song of the Foundling
- (Instrumental)
- Track Name: My Curmudgeon
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You look around
And there's your friend
Tied neatly in love
All full of rags
And himself
The daylight a halo
Upon our secret-agent-of-the-heart
In his wankstain goatee
And the Lord said
"Let there be lepers"
I know your tricks;
You want to be happy
You want to be a shadow;
You want to be a good memory
Already
Christ above, the cunts
They want to understand life!
Well, there's a hole in the wall
For you to fall in,
Yes there is
You won't find pleasure
Until you've given up on joy.
Eat those tears, if you're really fucking hungry.
And don't insult me
With the notion of 'worthwhile' -
Only the best,
The very best,
Will do, here
Dream yourself shitless while you
Still have an anus to be embarrassed with,
I didn't call you 'Asshole' for nothing
When I saw you cower, like
A man in power
Those nightmares will never forgive you
For waking up
So full of yourself with pain
And horror
You tit.
Love came back to haunt you
Insults are your only friends now
You know the blood be bubbling
And the crows be croaking
When you see it die
With your own sorry, sorry eyes
Did they never tell you
That you don't have a heart
Until it's broken
The wind almost a sigh, she looked down
And fiddled with narcotics
Bad brew, and a window
Of soot
An uwed widow
All early-mourning and ready
For a lashing
Of the long-taut spirit
She was the beauty
That stopped the breeze
And she stared solemnly
At her trembling fingers
Black-clad and bonny
And a long, cold silence
As still as a corpse in a wire
She did allow
Only the sunlight
Its tepid warmth
And only the gob-stains
Their Godless pride
Until the day
Gave up waiting
To breathe - Track Name: Visit Croatia
- (Instrumental)
- Track Name: Eating My Heart
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I have eaten my heart
Yes, there's a new
Black hole
To look into now
I have eaten
My heart
What jaws I have
What guts
And the teeth!
You would give
All your life
For the teeth I have
In my skull
I have eaten
My heart
And you
You point that burger at me!
What the wet lettuce
Regrets...
I have eaten my HEART
How do you suppose
And artery sounds
When depart the parts
That I had
O, I had
And I have eaten
You know,
The thing
Moved,
I believe
Even as it joined
My intestine - Track Name: Sorry
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My dear friends
They are laughing
Certainly, they are laughing
But they are sorry
I smile for them
But they are sorry
They smile for me
But they are sorry
Why are they always so sorry?
They have forgiven each other
But they are still sorry
The love one-another
And they have one-another
But they are still
Sorry
And now I see
Even the strangers
And yes!
My enemies are sorry
Can I,
Even my self
Be so sorry?
It all has been sorry
For a long, sorry time
I haven't yet heard any kind
Of apology - Track Name: As Once I Was
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There they will be
As once I was
As once
I was?
On the rotten longing
And the wronging long forgotten
On the dross
Hope that want that wants wants
Loss
As once I was
And as they do
And as they mean to do
And as I was once wont to, too
What one wants and
What one once was wanting
-And what wanting was-
On the rotten longing
On the wronging long forgotten
-What wanting was-
Garrot the lot
Not forgot, but lost
The loss?
The lot
What once I would have had to have got
Once
Which was
While the while
One day
Will be
Once
What?
A swan's eye
A song's cry
A solemn sigh
As once I
Was - Track Name: O, Thou Silent Autumn Night
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O, thou silent autumn night
Night of loneliness
Not a single star
In the autumn skies - Track Name: Dear Soul
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La la la la la la la la la
LA, LA - Track Name: Hold the Night
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There, the snow
The gore is song
That the crow
Descends upon,
Here, the coal
A dream in white
While they hold the night
Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the air for song
The blossoms fall
The briars grown
And the birds
Are singing, 'No'
They return,
Return to one
And to none
Do they belong
Sorrows dance
A cold delight
While they hold the night
Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the ocean's tongue
The flames are drowned
The feast is done
And the crows
Are singing, 'On'
