From the Mourning of the World

by Various Uncivilised Artists

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    From the Mourning of the World is a unique compilation album brought to you by the Dark Mountain Project, the global network of artists, musicians and writers who are crafting new stories for a civilisation in trouble.

    Featuring: an exclusive alternate version of Caesar recorded specially for the album by BBC Radio 2’s Folk Singer of the Year 2011, Chris Wood; BBC Radio 2’s Folk Singer of the Year 2010 Jon Boden; celebrated artists such as Chris T-T and Bethia Beadman (whose track is a duet with REM’s Mike Mills); this is a beautiful compilation of the wild and uncivilised music associated with the Dark Mountain Project.

    Through our IndieGogo crowdfunding page we managed to raise just under £3000 of the £5000 we need to create this beautiful album on vinyl. If you order a copy you will receive the download immediately but the vinyl might be a few months behind. We have a number of fundraising gigs planned as well as selling copies through this bandcamp page so you should have your copy by the end of the summer.

    Thank you for supporting our first venture into creating an album!
    The Dark Mountain Team

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From the Mourning of the World is a unique compilation album brought to you by the Dark Mountain Project, the global network of artists, musicians and writers who are crafting new stories for a civilisation in trouble.

Featuring: an exclusive alternate version of Caesar recorded specially for the album by BBC Radio 2’s Folk Singer of the Year 2011, Chris Wood; BBC Radio 2’s Folk Singer of the Year 2010 Jon Boden; celebrated artists such as Chris T-T and Bethia Beadman (whose track is a duet with REM’s Mike Mills); this is a beautiful compilation of the wild and uncivilised music associated with the Dark Mountain Project.

Through our IndieGogo crowdfunding page we managed to raise just under £3000 of the £5000 we need to create this beautiful album on vinyl. If you order a copy you will receive the download immediately but the vinyl might be a few months behind. We have a number of fundraising gigs planned as well as selling copies through this bandcamp page so you should have your copy by the end of the summer.

Thank you for supporting our first venture into creating an album!
The Dark Mountain Team

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Track Name: DRKMTR - The Wild Hunt
stories spoken
wheel’s spokes
shuttle’s tales
woven throats
the wild hunt -
and omens roll ominous
and wilderness
and wild-in-this
the wild hunts
she hunts
wilder now
stronger now
gaining momentum now
tearing the walls down
smashing the throne
thrashing
around

presage
precede
predict
and not prevail
over the wild
whose eyes are open
whose children are eaten
whose dead are lanterns
or fountains
of youth

when the wild hunts for you
and when the hunt calls you
and when change strips you
and false prophets speak for you
and the pale horse stands before you
speaking in tongues
breathing from broken lungs
spoken in stories
the wheel spoke
in myth
and fable
and legend
she hunts for you

wilder now
stronger now
gaining momentum now
tearing the walls down
smashing the throne

thrashing
around

presage
precede
predict
and not prevail
over the wild
whose eyes are open
whose children are eaten
whose dead are lanterns
or fountains
of youth

the spokes hold
the spoken told
the speechless wheels
grind words
find words
define worlds
and reinvent the wheel
as the world turns
as worms turn
stories unlearned
and prophecies burned

when the wild hunts for you
and when the hunt calls you
and when change strips you
and false prophets speak for you
and the pale horse stands before you
speaking in tongues
breathing from broken lungs
spoken in stories
the wheel spoke
in myth
and fable
and legend
the story spoke in fable
and myth
and legend
the wild hunts
she hunts for you

the wild hunt
Track Name: The General Assembly - Wildwood
I wake up in the morning and I’m covered in leaves, like I’ve been beaten and abandoned by a couple of trees. I’m torn up by the branches, scratches marking my cheeks and it’s cold. You’d been telling me that matter didn’t matter no more and it got me searching for the answers on the forest floor. Now I’m woken by the thunder at the cracking of dawn and it’s cold.

I’m searching for a feeling that might not even exist. It’s like looking for a fog in the middle of a mist. I’ve got a compass in my pocket and a watch on my wrist but I’m lost. I’ve just been following the breadcrumbs that you left in the dirt while ignoring all the signals and the warnings I’ve heard. Now nothing’s keeping me from losing all the things that I’ve learned so I’m lost.

Now I don’t want to search no more, for an answer I don’t know no more than I did when I started, don’t want it keeping me awake no more. So I’m in the wildwood where time moves slow, where every piece already knows where it goes and if your memories get buried by the snow, then they’ll thaw out when the spring wind blows.

I lied about the future. I lied about the past. I lied to keep the time from slipping by so fast. Now I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know where I’ve been, so it’s hard to find a place where I fit in.
Track Name: Rebecca Jade - Brother
My brother is worried
I’ll be so far from the sea for so long
My brother is worried
I’m going to get too far gone
But does he know he speaks in poetry?
Does he know he truly knows me?

So what can you tell him?
How will you ease his troubled mind?
So what can you tell him?
I feel the task is not mine
But you should know he speaks in poetry
You should know he truly knows me

When we were children
I wished a shooting star into the night
When we were children
I just wanted to make everything right
I think I’ll just tell him that you and I
We've learnt how to make the sun shine

I think he’ll understand
I’ll write some songs and sing them
My brother’s words will be in them
I think he’ll understand
How I can love a man
Like you
Like you
Track Name: Chris T-T - A to Z (piano version)
They closed the airports
They closed the stations
Nobody leaves here without permission
They’ve been putting up roadblocks
They’ve been reading their A-Zs
Stay indoors with the curtains closed
Prepared for emergencies

But we’re bored of the curfew
And we’re running out of patience
With the soldiers on every corner
So we’re gonna go out tonight
Gonna get ourselves in a real fight
Not following any more orders
Everybody get up off your knees

You know me now too well to leave
You know that I would never lie
Or keep this stuff locked up inside of me

There was never an invasion
There was never any monsters
They made them up to keep everybody scared
Telling lies is the way for them
So come and get us if you want us
We’re going round to their houses now
We’re gonna burn them out of bed

You know me now too well to leave
You know that I would never lie
Or sell you out – I’d rather die
And you know me now too well to be deceived
I’m not joking around anymore
Watch us now we’re gonna start a war
Track Name: Bleak - Credit Crunch Blues
Where you gonna go?
What you gonna see?
Take my Motherland
And sell it back to me

We're in so deep now, so deep we can''t see out

Take my money please
Cancerous disease
Nothing I can eat
But we're still thick as thieves

We're in so deep now, so deep we can''t see out

Didn't you think that you had options?
Didn't you think that you had choice?
Didn't you think that you had options?
Didn't you think you had a voice?

(oh no)

Train is moaning low
Nowhere left to go
Shirt is off your back
Fade from green to black

We're in so deep now, so deep we can''t see out

Cue karma police
Roll on faith through grief
Pray to whom you please
And hope you still believe

We're in so deep now, so deep we can''t see out

Didn't you think that you had options?
Didn't you think that you had choice?
Didn't you think that you had options?
Didn't you think you had a voice?
Track Name: The Boycott Coca Cola Experience - Mum
My mum was born in 1942
Her mum was born in 1909
Her mum was born in 1883
Her mum was born in 1861
Her mum was born in 1840
Her mum was born in 1819
Her mum was born in 1796

I know how to live in the land where I was born
I know how to live in the land where I was born
I know how to live in the land where I was born

Her mum was born in 1272
Her mum was born in 95 BC
Her mum was born in 2000 BC
Her mum was there when they were building Stone Henge for the first time
Her mum never saw a wheel
Her mum was born twenty thousand years ago
Her mum was born two hundred thousand years ago
Her mum was a different species

I know how to live on the land where I was born
I know how to live on the land
I know how to live on the land I've just gotta watch Ray Mears to remind myself of it

I look out my window all I can see is cars
Then I close my eyes
The cars disappear
I'm sitting in a cave
Looking out over the sea
Surrounded by my tribe
We're singing
And shelling shellfish and chucking the shells out on the midden

It's the stone age
We love it
It's the stone age
We love it
We love it

We know how to live
We know how to live
We know how to live

I love sitting by the midden
With you
I love sitting by the midden, shelling shellfish and chucking the shells out on the midden
With you
I love going round the back of the midden
With you
I love my life and I know how to live it
Track Name: Julian Gaskell and his Ragged Trousered Philanthropists - Upcountry Waltz
My heart is like a creaking weeping pumping joke at best
But my love is gaining value like an antique in a chest
you might have to sell the things you need
for that hungry mouth to feed
But please don't flog me off so cheaply

cos I know, yes I know there's better places you could go
Where you'll want for nothing
And always get the things you need
But if your heart should ever wander to a life we'll never lead
your dreams are always welcome here, yeah
your dreams are always welcome here

Well the world is full of trouble, sorrow and pain
Since you packed up your suitcase and got back on that train
You make it purdy up country
but round here's where I'll remain
You see I can't just get out so cheaply

Cos I know...

Well you can chat all you want and you can like all my links
But there's more to married life than this I can't help but think
So many ways to interact
But lonesome is still a fact
That I can't just get away from so cheaply

So I keep taking the piss where I can't take the bills
And you keep taking the tube where you can't run up the hills
I don't have nothing to give except the life that I live
But I'd have promised it to you so cheaply

And I know, yes I know...
Track Name: Jon Boden - Beating the Bounds
Dressed up in our Sunday best
Canon Davis leads the rest
Like last year and the year before
Who remembers what it’s for?

But the solemn march proceeds
Over pavements over-grown with weeds
And everybody’s Sunday best
Has seen better days to say the least
The mayor’s robes are torn and creased
And Abraham Brown is whistling Britannia

Pleasantries are much the same
So many years so little change
And no one thinks to question why
And no one looks you in the eye

Past the long neglected cars
Rusting in suburban yards
Wearing ceremonial frowns
Round the village up and down
Bless the people, beat the bounds
While Abraham Brown is whistling Britannia

Pause a while by Nine Elms Reach
For Ahab Smith to make his speech
Fuel the hatred, stoke the fear
Same as he does every year

But then a different voice descends (from)
From a rusted old Mercedes Benz
A ragged girl of 21
Sits laughing in the winter sun
And we’re the figures of her fun
And Abraham Brown is whistling Britannia

Sat behind the broken wheel
Soft-top gone nothing left to steal
Broken shades upon her eyes
Oblivious to cloudy skies

Laughing at her own regrets
Smoking homemade cigarettes
One man’s parade is another’s farce
The emperor’s clothes revealed at last
Our innocence like Eve’s has passed
And Abraham Brown is whistling Britannia

The pride of man is a brutal thing
And fragile as an insect’s wing
The bubble burst, the march resumed
Half muttered outrage salves the wound

But as we leave I turn to see
The scourge of our society
Enthroned in her audacity
The wielder of cruel mockery
I think she maybe smiled at me
While Abraham Brown was whistling Britannia
Track Name: Bethia Beadman - Georgia
Georgia, gentle Georgia, honeysuckle bloom,

Won't you be my gentleman and bring me to your home?

Georgia, gentle Georgia, stranger still...

When can I come to fetch the strawberries with you?



Just like the little girl who lives next door,

Will you ever care for me half as much as her?

Adora, Isadora, I hear you say,

And Georgia, gentle Georgia, will always be this way...

For she has your mother's name, your legacy, your blood, your bairn,

And Georgia, well, I feel the same.



As you cleared the boat upon the lake of all its leaves,

You cast out your ring like the winter there, your silver hopes and fears

Slipped away from your grasp as once a son...

Down it sunk for all the years, heavy hearted, gone.

Georgia, gentle Georgia, I would be free,

Love the baby son you lost by proxy.



But somewhere there in my mind's eye, I knew for sure,

I could see that ring a glistening, the ring you loved and more...

Georgia, gentle Georgia, Oconee River Wild,

And I can swim to you, all the way from the British Isles,

And I'm sure I can find your treasure and your child

Somewhere there in the crystal cracked river bed, your history and your denial...



But all this writes because of she, honeysuckle bloom,

Won't you be my Gentleman and bring me to your home

To adore her and adore her, for Georgia's sake?

See how I knew I'd fetch your treasure from the lake!



And there's another verse, unspoken, but yet true…

Why do I sing of that little girl and what she means to you?

And who was I when I was she? And why do you love your mother most?

And why is our love like a love's ghost when we've lost what we've lost and we choose what we choose?

Oh Georgia, Georgia, blue….



When can I come to fetch the strawberries with you?

And when will you come to pick my strawberry heart too?
Track Name: The Murder Barn - America
God help America
You can fill the air with tears
And you can cut those sinners down
But it all falls on deaf ears
For your God wont hear you now
He won't hear you now.

God made the natural world
Then he filled the plains with hate
Put dust inside the ventricles
And eyes behind iron gates
No love can get through now
It can't get through now.

He won't even notice you when you call his name to praise him

Sin against America
Just to breathe becomes sin now
Purveyors of each sweet perversion
Well, each one seems sweet, somehow
But your mouth can't taste it now
Your mouth can't taste sweet as anything but sour

And it wont take a motorcade
To let you know we are afraid

He wont even notice you when you call his name to praise him
Track Name: Look, Stranger - To The River
There's a moment
When I'm thinking of you
That's half revealed
In gold or in blue

Sun dissolving
Dying the sky
From blue to gold
But no Midas am I

To the river
End of the night
Golden river
Watch the water ignite

Wind beginning
And bending the past
Into the now
In unending blasts

And I've written
You since you began
But now you're real
And we hang hand in hand

To the river
End of the night
Golden river
Watch the water ignite

Half remembered
Your whispered surmise
Becomes the breeze
And closes my eyes

Empty wanderings
Led me to you
And hand in hand
We fade out of view