Big Harcar

by Hector Gannet

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jackmhodgson All tracks stunning.
DownByTheRiver9
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DownByTheRiver9 Such a great debut album. Steeped in the history of the north east and its music. None more so than the wonderful songwriting of Alan Hull. Favorite track: Into The Deep.
Jessie
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Jessie Magical and expansive, with a strong connection to the north east. Right now my favourite is ‘All Hail, All Glory’ - I love the Boudicca theme. Listen NOW!
Gordon Hoggins
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Gordon Hoggins There’s a maturity and beauty in the song writing running through the whole album that really gets under your skin with each subsequent listen. Whether it be the epic story telling of The Haven of St Aidan’s or the lush sounds of Into The Deep or the rousing All Hail, All Glory, there’s something for everyone on this album that loves a well crafted tale. Makes you proud to be a Northumbrian. Favorite track: Into The Deep.
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1.
‘Neath both greenery and sand Volcanic Northumberland Stretching out that weathered hand In botanic of Whin Sill land. You were fetched up on such as this The jagged stone, that, upon which The sweet remains of bitter past From the sea to the Sycamore Gap. Leave the High-Cup far behind And let the cascade carry you on home. And you let it in Under your skin You let it in Under your skin. Leave the High-Cup far behind And let the cascade carry you on home.
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All hail, all glory to the dead Dulce et decorum. Well Britannia rules the sea But the land belongs to me And you’re my Boudicca You don’t fear the reaper. Oh, yalla nuclear You are my Boudicca You don’t let them see you crying. Forgive your god above For he knows not what he’s done Give in to those that come Seeking equilibrium And for you I’ll light a candle At your door I’ll place flowers For rebirth of civilisation So fall must all empires. All hail, all glory to the dead. Pro patria mori. God almighty, rain down Beat your fist upon the ground Let the sky open up Then the land will belong to us. ‘Cause you’re my Boudicca You don’t fear the reaper. Oh, yalla nuclear You are my Boudicca You don’t let them see you crying. Forgive your god above For he knows not what he’s done Give in to those that come Seeking equilibrium And for you I’ll light a candle At your door I’ll place flowers For rebirth of civilisation So fall must all empires. All hail, all glory to the dead.
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In fading light Beyond all earthly binds We’ll weep while they meet their demise. Like ships in the night Just searching for a sign of life. But from depths we reap And way down the line We’ll yearn for the turning tide. Before I’m buried in the earth it’s clear Before I’m released into the atmosphere To rot with the fossils and the debris To become what remains of past biology. It’s just a memory Of factories housing energy Now with opened eyes It’s realised. In fading light Beyond all earthly binds We’ll weep while they meet their demise. Before I’m buried in the earth it’s clear Before I’m released into the atmosphere To rot with the fossils and the debris To become what remains of past biology.
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Serpentine 03:57
Sister, you move like the serpentine You’re twisted, you bury your bones by night. Snakes in your cabinet Horse’s head in your sheets London clay in your walking boots See spooks in the fields From Hampstead Heath To Morecambe Bay In the shifting tides In the month of May You’re walking like a lady Like you’re so benign Blue born baby I feel your serpentine. Sister, you walk like you know the way We followed for days And grazed on import trade Sister in the heel-high Morecambe tide in your walking boots So deep ‘neath the heath Creep spooks and ghouls Flog a mule From Dunoon to Budle Bay More cockle than mussel But they like it that way Crying out “Alive-alive-ay Alive-alive-oh” Born a blue baby I want you to know I feel your serpentine.
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And when I die You’ll bury me Beyond the bay And out to sea. With no remorse Comes sweet release Into the deep You’ll carry me.
6.
The Launch 03:56
When you’re ready to go Let me know. When you’re ready, go.
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Dead Nag 03:57
I’d pinned a mule’s tale To the slacks hung on the cabinet door But it seems like nineteen-ninety-seven Was the year of the corduroy. Bookies backed a dead nag That got flogged, maybe destroyed And the two riders that approached Were clutching coconuts and polaroid’s Of the beast that crossed the line ‘bout Arabian spring-time You left your mark behind Now I’ve left mine with; A dead draught horse for the goad A headless rider in the road There before me as foretold The old cart horse will bare the load. When all the King’s horses At the post are pipped He may ride side-saddle But he shoots from the hip Thoroughbred over steeple Gentry over suffragette Then the last post will play Above your left epaulette. So cards on the table You put your money on the lame and unable I pinned a tale on the strong and the stable A par for the fabled course A dead draught horse for the goad A headless rider in the road There before me as foretold The old cart horse will bare the load.
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Hollow 02:17
Deep in a dark hollow Deep down the rabbit hole Boys cut to cart coal From shafts carved in the soil. Don’t get me wrong But how would you know What’s in my heart and my soul? Loosen that load and let go As toil and tin hats turn to toast The spoils of earth did turn to gold. Now inches from the fire Like a stiff slung on the pyre A hare to the hounds of liars Take me down the river via Cavities and coves Hallowed, From whence came that black gold Pits bore ‘neath our homes Shallowed, They turned the father to the ghost But the spoils of earth turned to gold.
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Across the causeway to the island Board the bus for Holy Island Land of castles, land of coastline Land of promise, land of coal mines. Echoes way out to the lighthouse It’s a short ride to the lighthouse It goes way out from the harbour mouth It’s a boat-ride to the lighthouse. The Darling buds of Bamburgh Lay ‘neath my umbrella And all aboard the Forfarshire All of what’s left of her. My county of castle and coal mine Of harvest from Pennine to coastline Is a causeway to island Of boats on the seabed lying; Heavily stricken Laid to wreck and waste Littered like seabirds on the rockface. Echoes way out to the lighthouse It’s a short ride to the lighthouse It goes way out from the harbour mouth It’s a boat-ride to the lighthouse. The haven of a holy isle Severed by the tide times The cradle of coast Christianised. By order of monastic profile By means of amphibious mobile Across the causeway A pilgrimage to the priory. Church harmonies Take me to sea Row, sail or steam We are bound and lashed too deep. We’re going to Big Harcar So throw the buoy over. It’s a short ride to the lighthouse It’s a boat-ride to the lighthouse.

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The debut album from Hector Gannet

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released October 30, 2020

Hector Gannet:
Aaron Duff - guitar, vocals/screams, piano, harmonica
Jack Coe - drums, percussion, screams
Joe Coady - bass, screams
Martin Wann - guitar, vocals/screams, glockenspiel, synth,

Also
Into The Deep features Hazel Wilde on vocals
Alex Blamire backing vocals on The Haven of St Aidan's

Recorded at Polestar Studios in Byker with Alex Blamire (engineer) and Rob Blamire, and produced/mixed by Paul Gregory
Mastered by Noel Summerville

Cover artwork by Dale Maloney at The Old School Gallery, Alnmouth.

Massive thanks to all above and to everyone who has supported in so many ways over the years. This record wouldn’t have happened without your help, love and encouragement.

© Hector Gannet 2020

Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing Ltd.

Catalogue Number: HG002

www.hectorgannet.com

Dedicated to James Robert Duff (1927 - 2020)

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North Shields born singer/songwriter Aaron Duff, works both solo and with full band under the name Hector Gannet.

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