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My favourite harmonium, with the richest of basses, was too big to move from my old house and is still sadly missed.
lyrics
Would you just please with an ear of your own
Consider the deep and the velvety tone
Of this ancient mahogany drone?
It’s heavy and dusty and might make your sneeze
It suffers itself from a primeval wheeze
But how it shifts when you pedal with these…
My feet flap like ducks and my knees walk a mile
My hands scan the scale in a serious style
And your frown becomes a smile.
As the bellows send air across rows of brass reeds
That wake and vibrate as their hinges are freed
And its music of gold gathers speed.
But my old dilemma’s here: my mirror’s far too small,
So you’re staring at my back and I can’t see you at all.
And as we shrink, my words grow tiny, and we float around the hall:
‘What a funny old world we are. What strange little folk we be:
It’s a droll-soul, bellow-fellow, treadle-pedal, chord-lord,
Broad-board, vox-box Rap-tap, bass-case, pop-stop, funk-trunk,
Odd-mod, round-sound, an oak-croak, teak-creak
Prim-hymn, palm-psalm, good-wood, lift-shift,
Draft-shaft, air-blair, to-fro thru’-blow,
Rush-push, lull-pull: a grand hand spanned band
But I still can’t see you see me!
Hey, hey, I say – wear your travelling coat
And we’ll all climb aboard my harmonium-boat
I wonder where we’ll float?
Gather your notes as I pedal and start
This old wooden soul, and we’ll follow the heart
Of our own home-grown travels with art
Over the top of the music parade
Where a thought can be caught and then shaped and be played
Where our future old favourites are made.
Jiving to marches and smooching to flings
Waltzing to dirges and twisting to strings,
Till a lonely trumpet sings…
But my old dilemma’s here etc…
It’s a droll-soul, bellow-fellow etc
Hey hey I say is there anyone there
Who’d lift my harmonium into the air
I wonder if you’d dare?
Its body is sturdy but splits into two
If you stand at the sides, then you’ll know what to do
Please, oh please, would you?
Surprising I know, but my organ still sings
Without all its makeup and mirrors and things
These bellows still have wings
The life of my music is now in your hands
I’ll sit as it flies and I’ll sing as it lands
Till my old harmonium stands
Now my old dilemma’s gone with the mirror and the ball
And now you’re staring at my face and I can see you all
And as we shrink etc …
It’s a droll-soul, bellow-fellow etc…
Is that all it takes – well, goodness gracious me!
credits
from Jane Bom-Bane's Songbook,
released May 26, 2022
Eliza Skelton and Kate Daisy Grant- backing vocs
NP- Banjo, double bass, mandocello, violins and viola
Pic Some loose harmonium reeds
JB-B performs original songs & poems to the accompaniment of harmonium. She's played around & outside the country & with
Linda Thompson, David Thomas, John Bradbury, Rich Hall & David Cunningham, appeared solo on Ch 4, BBC 2, STV, Russian State TV, R 1,2,3,4 & 5Live, R Scotland & written many musicals performed with Eliza Skelton, Daisy Jordan, Emma Kilbey, Kate Daisy Grant etc at Bom-Bane's cafe....more
Surrealist psych-pop from Bugs Bobby that, through its delicate layers and gluey tempos, suggests a place beyond time. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 2, 2022
