Copernicus (2012)

by Alabaster dePlume

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    FINAL 12 copies of the original 2012 release. Heavy weight (180 gram) vinyl LP with full colour outer and black and white inner sleeve. Inner sleeve features a few words from William Blake, and an obscure note from Alabaster, attempting and failing to express his gratitude.

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1.
I Don't Know 03:48
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
2.
Song of the Foundling (free) 02:55
(Instrumental)
3.
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
4.
(Instrumental)
5.
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
6.
7.
Sorry 02:55
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
8.
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
9.
I Hope 05:24
10.
O, thou silent autumn night Night of loneliness Not a single star In the autumn skies
11.
Dear Soul 03:02
La la la la la la la la la LA, LA
12.
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'

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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.

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released May 21, 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

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Alabaster dePlume London, UK

This fluid live music performance reassures with behaviour and sound while it challenges with thoughts and words.
“Totally unique… Very, very brilliant indeed” – Max Reinhardt, BBC Radio 3
“A reminder of how vital and adventurous music can be” – Laura Barton, The Guardian
“Majesty” – Q Magazine
“Takes the biscuit” – DJ Magazine
“Mercurial Delights” – Clash Music
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