Imaginary Medals

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released March 30, 2018

Lyrics and music by Diana de Cabarrus, except St James Infirmary & Rosemary Lane, both traditional.
Arranged by Diana de Cabarrus, Barry Hughes, Andy Philip, Anne Aulmann
Guitars/vocals - Diana de Cabarrus
Drums - Jem Doulton
Percussion - Jack Fawcett
Bass - Barry Hughes
Guitars/vocals/accordion - Andy Philip
Cello/vocals - Anne Aulmann
Accordion - Brigid Kaelin
Saxophone - Tallulah Molleson.

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Track Name: Red Rivers
Where is the promise? The magic in numbers
The softly uttered restlessness
Sent up to tell, we left it to others
And they have not done well, done well, done well
They have not done well, done well, done well

It's hard when you find the sand slipping away
The springs that unwind and decay
It's hard not to number the reasons today
Why the time of fulfilment's put off and delayed

Difficulty is the cloak, the disguise
Of the summons to be bold
Turn on your radar for what you are told
Your thoughts are the only things you can control

The river still flows, as red rivers must
We're human bridges and we will rust
If we feed our hearts on scraps and crusts
If we never shake off the sorrow and dust

It's hard when you find your hands gripping the air
Convenient fictions all laid bare
We dwell behind doors in the smallest of selves
Fluffing the main chance, prevented, withheld

The river still flows, as red rivers must
We're human bridges and we will rust
If we feed our hearts on scraps and crusts
If we never shake off the sorrow and dust
The river still flows, as red rivers must
We're human bridges and we will rust
If we feed our hearts on scraps and crusts
If we never shake off the sorrow and dust
The river still flows, the river still flows

Sent up to tell we left it to others
Sent up to tell we left it to others
Sent up to tell we left it to others
Sent up to tell

Where is the promise? The magic in numbers
The softly uttered restlessness
Sent up to tell, we left it to others
And they have not done well.
Track Name: Today
You've got to fill the space that you're standing on or
How can it hold you up

Is it before we're born that we learn to hide
We learn to hide the things that we all share

The problem comes we we go to massive lengths to
Make sure that no-one finds us out, but

Often the compass gets lost with all the rest
That's when you start to get the sinister requests

Today is heroism
Today is falling away
We're not confined to ashes
We are the link, not the chain

Across the threshold then, into the stranger air
If you don't start you will never get there

In stillness fingers reach for the golden thread
The inner voice that is so frequently misread.

Sorrow's army has a boundless force
So drop your burdens and your parcels of remorse

Ev'ry seed will one day just leave a husk
Use your time well because it's loaned to you on trust.

Today is heroism
Today is falling away
We're not confined to ashes
We are the link, not the chain
Track Name: St James Infirmary Blues
At was down in old Joe's bar room,
At the corner by the square
You know the drinks were served as usual,
And the usual crowd was there

Now on my left stood big Joe McKennedy,
His eyes were bloodshot red
And as he looked at the gang around him,
These were the very words he said

I went down to the St. James Infirmary,
I saw my baby there
Stretched out on a long white table,
So young, so cold, so fair

Seventeen coal black horses,
Hitched to a rubber-tired hack
Seven girls goin' to the graveyard,
Only six of them are coming back

Well let her go, let her go,
God bless her, wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over,
And never find another man like me

Now when I die just bury me
In my high top stetson hat
Place a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
To let the Lord know I died standing pat

I want six crap shooters for my pallbearers,
And a chorus girl to sing me a song
Place a jazz band on my hearse wagon,
Just to raise hell as we roll along

Well now that you've heard my story,
I'll take another shot of booze
And if anyone here should ask you,
I got the gamblers blues!
Track Name: Imaginary Medals
If I fall there'll be another, another
If she falls there'll be another, another

Take your place, take your place, take up your post
No more almost
Embers starved of oxygen seem feeble, tame
Dots in a galaxy apparently the same
But they're just waiting for the wind that always comes in the end
To blaze into life, to transform and defend

If I fall there'll be another, another
If she falls there'll be another, another.

What's a getaway car and what's a cell?
What do you dare to tell?
Darkness can't resist the bright glare of fire
Nothing real can be destroyed or disappear
Consume the shabby corners of self-appointed jail
Stop fighting for imaginary medals

If I fall there'll be another, another
If she falls there'll be another, another


Crack the stone, mark the way, you can't turn back
There's nothing there anymore, hidden acts
Break the silence with a raindrop, a hammer or a wave
Be the arrow that spins all the way
You are part of the wind that always comes in the end
To blaze into life, to transform, don't relent

If I fall there'll be another, another
If I fall there'll be another, another
Track Name: The Sand And The Hill
We'll watch as the water comes over us all
And nothing was finer, and nothing was wrong
All of the time it was time to belong

We will walk up the hill, we'll get to the top
We'll put down a flag and then we will stop
We'll tell all the stories that we've ever known
You've started writing one of your own

*la*
Maybe one day when you carry on
You'll find yourself lost and fear you are going
If your courage falters right down in your bones, you will find out that you're never along

So let your feet fly through forests wide
Teach your hands to let go of false price
You've got all the seeds for the things that you need
All of the time it is time to believe

Baking deserts can burst to life
Seas can dry
City pavements grind to specks
There are many ways to sleep
In bitter dreams
There are smoke screens passed off as fact
You will see through all of this
You'll see through this
You'll stay awake, you'll be awake

*la*
Track Name: Rosemary Lane
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and dame
Till a sailor came there one night to lie
And that was the beginning of my misery

He asked for a candle to light him to bed
Likewise a silk hankerchief to tie round his head
To tie round his head, as sailors will do
And then he said 'Polly, will you come too?'

Well this girl, being foolish, she thought it no harm
To lie on the bed to keep herself warm
And what was done there I will never disclose
But I wish that short night had been seven long years

Early next morning, the sailor arose
And into my apron three guineas did throw
Saying this will I give you and more will I do
If you'll be my Polly wherever I go

If it's a boy, he'll fight for the king
And if it's a girl she'll wear a gold ring
She'll wear a cold ring and a dress all aflame...

A gold ring, a dress aflame
A gold ring, a dress aflame
She will remember my service in Rosemary lane.

When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and dame
Till a sailor came there one night to lie
And that was the beginning of my misery.
Track Name: Time In The Tin
Summer was discovery
now the slightest wind chills me
and I’ve set nothing aside
I’ve only scattered thoughts to hide
From quicker clock face hands
From rain that turns it all to sand
A bit more life is in the can
With hands outstretched we try to cram

Every last taste and scent and breath
That rings of life but every pledge
Holds its promise and the line
Towards home is hard to find

30 seconds is a lifetime on tv, and this is what I’d Say if I had your attention
Please don’t spend the hours staring at the Distant shrines in shopping malls
The speechless saints on magazines and city walls

See the billboards on the street /
Take us all for imbeciles
Lay their promise at our feet
But it’s always out of reach

With our minds thus occupied
We didn’t see our hands get tied
They seduce us and deride
Us, and we swallow all our pride.

Who dares tell you good enough
Means buying into all this stuff
While the thoughts inside your head
Are dismissed, remain unsaid.

30 seconds is a lifetime on tv, and this is what I'd Say if I had your attention
Please don’t spend the hours staring at the Distant shrines in shopping malls
The speechless saints on magazines and city walls
Track Name: The Starting Gun
The starting gun /Echoes on / Fires again
To raise us / From waking dreams / Half pretend
Just one life / We don’t de-pend upon
The myths we’re sold / Getting old / Don’t let on

Your heart’s a roaring furness under-neath the
evening news
A mighty engine longing for /The chance to be the fuse

So dance again / Doubt suspend / Wake, extend
The lack is not within / Your own / hands can mend
Draw the curtain back / Join what was once apart
Scrape the grease from / Your beating heart...

Your heart’s a roaring furness
Underneath the evening news
A mighty engine longing for
The chance to be the fuse

We are bullets of pure light
Unravelling in time
Through damage, loss, theft;
The darkest of each other’s crimes
Track Name: Marching Song
The longing never goes
The longing's not your friend
It's still in your heart and your skin
It stays with you till the very end

The hands must always turn
But don't turn your face away
Don't hide yourself in flight or earth
Be here now, no truthless hurt

This is a marching song calling forth, calling on
This is a city hymn, pull the future out of the bargain bin
This is the next lifetime sundering and mending signs
This is a litany to rouse us from our frailty

Each mind a castle with a thousand rooms, and riches in each one
No-one begins with all they need; imperfect chances, wayward feet
And when we leave we want to say - 'There's nothing else I could have done...
I had to leave the rest unsaid. The deck was full but the cards unread.'


This is a marching song calling forth, calling on
This is a city hymn, pull the future out of the bargain bin
This is the next lifetime sundering and mending signs
This is a litany to rouse us from our frailty

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