Beerjacket - Mill Session (Live 2012)

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This live album was recorded on 10th August, 2012 at Mill on the Fleet in Dumfries and Galloway.

Despite the lack of a PA, there were microphones strewn around the room capturing the concert thanks to Marcus Samson Wright. However, the recording had completely slipped from memory until the first weeks of 2016. To hear it for the first time so long after that night was really special and strange: this is really old and yet it feels new. It's really weird to hear Two Travel introduced as a new song when it too is now old. Lesson: nothing stays new forever.

The audience was pretty small but large-hearted, it was truly acoustic and there was even a baby in the crowd. The White Feather Trail had been released the previous October and this show followed some high-profile TV and radio appearances as well as festival slots at T in the Park and Wickerman, amongst others. This night was different. There was a realness about the whole occasion which was born of the fact that the natural power of things is what really has substance when you drive out hours into the country.

Producer Stuart MacLeod played the 'guest instruments' from The White Feather Trail and Julia Doogan of Julia and the Doogans sang the backing vocals from the record, at that time guesting in place of Louise Connell (Reverieme) who had been adventuring in New York when the gig was booked. Julia has since become a very important component on Beerjacket records alongside Louise and in the many performances she has contributed so essentially to over the past few years.

It really was a joy to discover this little time capsule, particularly as it wasn't recorded in Glasgow or anywhere Beerjacket music is well-known. The audience were as new to this music as it was to them. It was a special little night - it's nice to be able to share it with you.

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released January 25, 2016

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Marcus Samson Wright

Peter Kelly - guitar, vocals, ukulele, foot stomp, tambourine
Julia Doogan - vocals
Stuart MacLeod - baritone guitar, mandolin, high-strung guitar, shaker

All songs written by Peter Kelly
Cover illustration by Julia Doogan

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Track Name: Blood Roses (live)
You fill my heart up like a test tube
Experimenting with my rescue
Labrat love is no long-term cure
But it's all I have for now for you.
I broke my soul out of the young cage
Returning it in turn for old age
Laboured love is like a stuck page
But it's all I have for now in truth.

My heart's dissected on your slate
My insides burning with bouquets
Blood roses bloom for you
Blood roses bloom for you.

You kill the murder in my make-up
Building bridges in my break-up
Liberated from my kingdom come
But I'm all I have for now for you.
I spoke the sonnet of the senses
Responding with my gut reflexes
Exploration of my guesses says,
All in all I'm just a part of you.

My heart's dissected on your slate
My insides burning with bouquets
Blood roses bloom for you
Blood roses bloom for you.
Track Name: Cave (live)
Married young to a need to be alone
A sword unswung, a fear of ringing telephones
Chained to a wall, a runner who has learned to crawl
The winner is the last of all.

Carried like song to an unwelcoming cave
A word unloved sticks in your throat like it's your slave
Tamed to a fault, a bird that taught itself to fall
The winter is the first of all.

Tied like courage to the mast
But losing to an undead past
Tired, discouraged by the act
Of choosing the bruised old path.

Bandage on, no need for glory put to song
A God undone, broken like clouds beat by the sun
Named to be called, a shadow meeting with the wall
The window is the mirror's pall.

Tied like courage to the mast
But losing to an undead past
Tired, discouraged by the act
Of choosing the bruised old path.

Hey, wake your heart up
It's dying to start trying
Hey, wake your heart up
It's dying to start trying.
Track Name: Eggshells (live)
You are the crutch
You're the ocean that flows with rust
You're busted boxing gloves
But you ache like a scar and break apart like dust.

Don't go walking on eggshells
When you're cracking up yourself
The yolk of your soul is bleeding
Don't go walking a tightrope
When it's tied around your throat
The joke is your heart is beaten.

You are the cross
You're the static stone gathering moss
You're crushed in your own paws
But your nature is tempered and you're gaining only loss.

Don't go walking on eggshells
When you're cracking up yourself
The yolk of your soul is bleeding
Don't go walking a tightrope
When it's tied around your throat
The joke is your heart is beaten.
Track Name: Island (live)
The water round the island's broken
A small scream fills the room
The hour prises time's eyelids open
Life invades the tomb.

I've been woken, broke and fixed
I've been filled with blood
Rivers flow now through my wrists.

I've always been afraid of you
'Cause you're honest
And I've always been afraid of truth above all
I've always been afraid of you
'Cause you're helpless and I'm helpless
And I'm lost and I'm leading the way.

The air was found with its silence stolen
Quiet all consumed
And every minute's a prize for hoping
Often lost in bloom.

I've been woken, broke and fixed
I've been filled with blood
Rivers flow now through my wrists.

I've always been afraid of you
'Cause you're honest
And I've always been afraid of truth above all
I've always been afraid of you
'Cause you're helpless and I'm helpless
And I'm lost and I'm leading the way.

I made an island of my closed fist
And drove it to my gut
Rivers flow now through my wrists.
Track Name: Jack Chasing Jill (live)
Tornado, I welcome you
Come blow my foundations away
Make a path to the living room
Through history and desolate days
The witches that watch all wait for your season to change
But no riches or fortunes could ever lay claim to your face.

I was lifted like an air balloon
Thrown like a penny from my doom
If you're listening to yourself, you can be free.
I've seen a skeleton in my own skin
Maybe it helps to end before you begin
I've been listening to my soul and not my fear.

I was a broken yolk, an egg-on-face joke,
In search of poison apples unafraid I'd choke,
I was a lost and found of broken crowns
I was Jack chasing Jill just to hit the ground.

Volcano, you melt me
I'm devastated by your grace
Make me pass on my living love
Through hysterical destructive haze
The witches that watch you just wilt and then wither away
For no riches or fortunes could ever lay claim to your face.

I was living like a sad cartoon
Blown like a wish that came true too soon
If you're living by your lies, you will believe.
I've seen a skeleton turn to my own twin
Maybe it's hell to pay for a hot heaven
I've been saving all the souls the bank don't freeze.

I was a broken yolk, an egg-on-face joke,
In search of poison apples unafraid I'd choke,
I was a lost and found of broken crowns
I was Jack chasing Jill just to hit the ground.
I was a broken yolk, an egg-on-face joke,
In search of poison apples unafraid I'd choke,
I was a lost and found of broken crowns
I was Jack chasing Jill.
I was a lost and found of broken crowns
I was Jack chasing Jill just to hit the ground.
A lost and found of broken crowns
I was Jack chasing Jill.
Track Name: Fresh Legs (live)
Wish I could grow fresh legs beneath my old soul
I've pedalled my whole life upon a broken bicycle
The tyres grew thin till they refused finally to spin
Left me hanging by the roadside like meat in a window.

Wish I could grow fresh legs to take me back home
I pursued a love of distance and won the heart of my shadow
The years that spill bathe the other sad roadkill
Right by my side on the roadside for all time to be widows.

Carry me on shoulders
I'll just not get older
Your legs will be my legs
I'll just not get old.
Push while I steer
I can't work the gears
Your legs will be my legs
I'll just not get old.

Wish I could grow fresh legs to escape the snow
I shovelled off the pathways all I could to open doors
I'm tired of this endless ending but I can't quit
I'll centre all my selfishness on the love I have in store.

Carry me on shoulders
I'll just not get older
Your legs will be my legs
I'll just not get old
Push while I steer
I can't work the gears
Your legs will be my legs
I'll just not get old.

Don't get old
Not get old
We'll not get old.
Track Name: Crooked Finger (live)
Without reasonable doubt, the winter never goes without
It's a harder fight to win than the one you've been boxed in
And though no-one really knows, surely nothing only grows in vain.

'Cause it's silent where lives are at rest
It's a side effect of death
And the trials test your reflexes
Fill your lungs with breath.

Within reach of hands to hold the winter cannot seem so cold
It's a hard blow to begin then you grow a thicker skin
And though no-one works it out surely nothing just amounts to pain.

'Cause it's silent where lives are at rest
It's a side effect of death
And the trials test your reflexes
Fill your lungs with breath.

You should take a hammer
to both knees just to be sure
you would even feel the difference
if they couldn't find a cure
Before you point a crooked finger,
pull the trigger on your life
You should calculate the distance
That you've travelled from your mind.
Track Name: The Monsters (live)
I'll drive, I'll drive, I'll drive
I'll drive while you sleep
I'll try, I'll try, I'll try
I'll try while you're weak
I'll fly, I'll fly, I'll fly
With your weight on my wings
I'll cry, I'll cry, I'll cry
To give you something to sing
I'll die, I'll die, I'll die
Before you give me something.

And you'll run from all the right answers
And you'll blow all of your chances
And you'll turn into the monster you always were underneath,
You'll turn into the monster you always were underneath.

I defy, I defy, I defy
I defy your deceit
The lie, the lie,
The lie is mine if I let it breathe
I'll drive, I'll drive, drive
But I'll never leave
I'll die, I'll die, I'll die
And you're coming with me
I'll drive, I'll drive, I'll drive
I'll drive while you sleep.

And we'll run from all the right answers
And we'll blow all of our chances
And we'll turn into the monsters we always were underneath
And we'll turn into the monsters
And we'll burn down like a candle
That forgot how fast flame travels
And we'll turn into the monsters we always were underneath
And we'll turn into the monsters.
Track Name: Poor Captain of the Soul (live)
A wrecking is the prize you've won
Sweet failure is your gold
But the snow falls hard in your cold heart
Poor captain of the soul.

It's a weaker man who'll throw his hand
Defeat is often bold
Oh captain,
My poor captain of the soul.

So a reckoning has come to pass
And passed on you have all
Now the blows rain hard on your dead art
Poor captain of the soul.

The anchor landed in your plans
The map fell from hand to fold
Oh captain,
My poor captain.
It's a braver man who'll show his hands
Before a fist takes hold
Oh captain
My poor captain of the soul.

It's a weaker man who'll throw his hand
Defeat is often bold
Oh captain,
My poor captain.
It's a braver man who'll show his hands
Before a fist takes hold
Oh captain
My poor captain of the soul.
Track Name: The Bar That Never Closes (live)
Misery drips from the walls
Spirits might rise but soon they'll fall
Asleep on the couch on their own
After deafening friends on the telephone.

At the bar that never closes
The doctor deals deadly doses
For a fast track to neurosis
Meet me at the bar that never closes.

The fun never stops around here
Base our lives on delusions, they're balanced by beer
The mirror's a half-empty cup
Refuses to let the facts interrupt

At the bar that never closes
The doctor deals death in doses
For a fast track to neurosis
Meet me at the bar that never closes.
Track Name: Drum (live)
Beat the drum, paint my face on it
If you think that's going to help
Thicker skin won't grow upon it
Crack my head like an eggshell
I'm defeated by weakness
When you ring me like a bell
Now older, clear my shoulder
Now I'm over, wish me well.

The rhythm was wrong all along, all along
The rhythm was wrong all along.

Be a drum, some guilty martyr
Resonating dead regrets
Flickering conscience interrupts you
Your apologist's etiquette
Repeatedly I've asked forgiveness
Upon deaf ears I always fell
Now we're older, let's get over
No more cold now, no more hell

The rhythm was wrong all along, all along
The rhythm was wrong all along
The rhythm was wrong all along, all along
The rhythm was wrong all along.

Throw your hand violently now to my face
Hold no words silently now, let them escape
Throw your hand violently now to my face
Hold no words silently now, let them escape.

The rhythm was wrong
It stilted the song
The time slipped and stop
The beat didn't belong
The rhythm was wrong all along, all along

Throw your hand violently now to my face
Hold no words silently now, let them escape
Throw your hand violently now to my face
Hold no words silently now, let them escape.

The rhythm was wrong all along.
Track Name: Two Travel (live)
The beating ticket must be torn in half
Defeat the distance on a shared born path
For when two travel, truths unravel
Truths unravel when two travel
And every journey is a blood-filled vein
Release your captive on an open plain
For when two travel, truths unravel
Truths unravel when two travel.

The world rests heavy in your hands
The great escape is to be the lesser man
Fall to knees and need no plan
Few are free the more they understand
The world rests heavy in your hands
The great escape is to be the lesser man.

An intersection is a test to friends
Divides directions to their own mean ends
For when two travel, truths unravel
Truths unravel when two travel
Love is the distance between man and cross
Two arms extended make a lie of loss
For when two travel, truths unravel
Truths unravel when two travel.

The world rests heavy in your hands
The great escape is to be the lesser man
Fall to knees and need no plan
Few are free the more they understand
The world rests heavy in your hands
The great escape is to be the lesser man.

We'll dive down to the ocean
And we'll make our home in a deep-sea cave
Our shells will all be opened
They'll be filled with song, they'll be filled with song.
We'll dive down to the ocean
And we'll make our home in a deep-sea cave
Our shells will all be opened
They'll be filled with song, they'll be filled with song.

Dive down to the ocean
And we'll make our home in a deep-sea cave
Our shells will all be opened
There'll be nothing wrong, there'll be nothing in our way.
Track Name: House of Toys (live)
The fallacy of youth is thinking that you choose,
That everything you own right now you will never lose
You will lose it all, every hair and every tooth
Just as you don't belong to them, they do not belong to you.
All order will subside in an avalanche of shoes,
Not everything you know right now will always be the truth.
You'll be lost again without a compass in the woods
If you don't belong to them, how could they belong to you?

Don't be surprised that I am able to perpetuate a lie
'Cause I'm happily disabled by the sun that shines inside.
While I'm the hardiest of cynics, I know I'm lucky I'm alive
'Cause I remember nights by the knives,
I remember nights by the knives.

Ashes line the drives and burned down are the lives
But you can't lose what you don't have so I guess that you'll survive.
You alone aren't lost and you still have your lot
For if you don't belong to them, they are easily forgotten.

Don't be surprised that I am able to perpetuate a lie
'Cause I'm happily disabled by the sun that shines inside.
While I'm the hardiest of cynics, I know I'm lucky I'm alive
'Cause I remember nights by the knives,
I remember nights by the knives.
Don't be surprised that I am able to perpetuate a lie
'Cause I'm happily disabled by the sun that shines inside.
While I'm the hardiest of cynics, I know I'm lucky I'm alive
'Cause I remember nights by the knives,
I remember nights by the knives.