There'll Be Flowers Come The Spring

by Andrew Pearson & The Riflebirds

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about

Finding inspiration in the DIY ethos of fellow-Fife luminaries the Fence Collective and the American Anti-Folk scene, There’ll Be Flowers Come The Spring is Andrew Pearson’s fifth release and second full-length album before the age of twenty and the first with a full backing band. The Riflebirds are a ragged band of musical cohorts assembled through Pearson’s strict ‘friend policy’ – it is this policy that has led to an accidental yet distinctive sound based around the clarinet, accordion and gentle electronic textures adding a richness and warmth yet leaving breathing room for Pearson’s lyrics. The album was recorded in three months, having to negotiate essay deadlines, collapsing ceilings and the chill of a St Andrews’ winter, in the living room of the band’s crumbling student flat. While many of the songs are about love, death, religion and politics, the album itself is about song-writing: literate, melodic and emotional. There’ll Be Flowers Come The Spring is released on 18th February on Common Records.

With thanks to the Riflebirds, me Mam, MiL, Jules, Ronan, the good people at Common and Oscar, who made it happen.

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released February 18, 2013

Andrew Pearson - Guitar, Piano, Bass, Ukulele, Harmonica and Vocals
Tilly Rossetti - Clarinet, Piano and Backing Vocals
Stefan Maurice - Accordion and Field Recordings
Oscar Swedrup - Production, Drums and Bass
Calum West - Mixing and Electronics
Jess Johnstone - Violin and Viola
David Graves - Trumpet

Recorded in 7 Cammo Lodge, St Andrews
Album artwork by Myles Cook

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Track Name: All Your Memory
When nothing grows outside of the Adriatic
There'll be flowers come the spring
When all your memory is as if tricked by magic
That's when I'll be home again
Track Name: The Driftwood Song
You picked up that piece of driftwood and wrote your name in the waves
And watched s the sea forgot you, drowned the lines you engraved
I was there and I'll remember your duffel coat and your wink
I took your hand and led you back to land and we let the letters sink
I'll leave it to the brine that ripples beneath the wind
I may not choose the right three words but the ocean does

We're sleeping nose to nose and I can only see your eyelids
Those thin veiny membranes that keep your dreams shielded
The morning sun crawls its way between our faces
And lights our pours and lights our scars and ignites last night's kisses
I'll leave it to the dust that dances in the light
I may not choose the right three words but the sunshine does

The bedside candle flickering or the flash from a camera
Whatever light splashes on your face seems to shine a little brighter
I greet the air with silence be it light or dark
And harvest all the words I know for my ephemeral art
I'll leave it to the wax that trickles down the wick
I may not choose the right three words but the burning does

After the sun had sunk I creeped back to the beach alone
Rediscovered that piece of driftwood, your disregarded wand
I carved the words 'I love you' deep in the sandy earth
But my famous proclamation was reclaimed by the surf
I can't leave it to the elements of this coastal shelf
I'll have to choose the right three words and use them for myself
Track Name: Ribbons
You cover your face when you laugh.
Don't. It is the most air can be.
Your breath-song is a golden craft
do not bury it among the

Wrinkles of your palm, they clench
the music, let fall to the ground,
for the feet of men and dogs to crunch
and grind to ash that life-soaked sound

which becomes earth where no bulb blooms.
I needle you with tarnished wit
to coerce your laugh into rooms
gloomy but for your laughter light.

I've watched your face glow yet half-
shaded, it's like looking to sea
for the light of the moon. Your laugh
is living - the most you can be.

This is your room and this is your bed
This is the ceiling where our breath fled
Our life-ribbons rise and twine
Like larks unburdened by the wind

Your breath breaks the silence and spreads
Through the night like waves break the shore
and blacken the sand but instead
it's I, not children, who plays there,

Bare-footed, dancing in your breath.
I try and match the fall of your chest
and breathing out till there's no air left
we're caught in beauty the day molests.

When we're apart doing different things
our breath carries far above our heads
on the ends of long, thin strings
we're tied together like silver thread.

I've watched your eyes cloud and rain
it's like taking scissors to the sky
or peeling back the scab, that pain
is living - the most you can be.

This is your room and this is your bed
This is the ether where our dreams bled
Our life-ribbons rise and coil
Like larks unburdened by the soil
Track Name: My Heart Floats Like Silk
My heart floats like silk on the breath of the people it seems
Ripped from your cruel quilt unstitched from your smothering seams
Tell me where do the winds come from and where do the sea-waves start
Does the light that reflects from my head reach those distant stars
I'll listen to the music of the lyre strung low
As low as the workers I choose to follow
And I'll survey life from the vastness of the onward rush
And I'll sing to the cockroach that crawls through the dust

Measure the well by dropping a stone and counting the fall to the water
How far's the storm? See the lightning wait for the roll of thunder
From the flash to the crash and the drop to the splash
You go on counting silence.
You listen the the knock of my knuckles on the rock
of the scar of the wall that you've built
Your hour hand draws its wicked circle again
Because my heart floats like silk.

My heart floats like silk above the teeth of your brutal bear-traps
You live where life has stilled in the silence between the claps
Do you think that this isn't painful, to be drawn on your charity racks?
Can you hear the savage cry scream from my bowing back?
I'll listen to the rhythm of the animal's hooves
to whom can they pray when they march two-by-two
I'll survey life from the horror of its poor
and I'll try to hear their breathing above the waterfall's roar

Measure the well by dropping a stone and counting the fall to the water
How far's the storm? See the lightning wait for the roll of thunder
From the flash to the crash and the drop to the splash
You go on counting silence.
You listen the the knock of my knuckles on the rock
of the scar of the wall that you've built
Your hour hand draws its wicked circle again
Because my heart floats like silk.
Track Name: Suspended In Air, Suspended In Time
We soaked in weeks forgotten by
the winter sun setting long
Before, even before,
the knelling of the school bell

We played shapes against the wall
of a boarded up Safeways
we tried to guess the bounce
of our half flat ball

I was so much bolder then
with the evening dark to hide in
I was so much freer then
with no thought for the horizon

We wrote our names on the shutters in
Thick and thin Darth Maul pens
We scrawled our initials in figures
Three inches tall

Suspended in air and suspended in time
Like a photograph of a falling man
We gave our names to hang
Eternally

I was so much bolder then
with the evening dark to hide in
I was so much freer then
with no thought for the horizon
Track Name: Never Bent Nor Bowed
I once saw a hearse miss its exit on a roundabout
It spun a second oh-so solemn circle trying to find the right way out
It's times like these we give the world our hate
Not for allowing death but refusing to commemorate
It's never once made the effort, never bent nor bowed
Never cared about the situations mood
And it never will
And that's a bitter pill

There's a youtube video of a man proposing at the half-time of some baseball game, but she just walks away
And he kneels there as the crowd giggle their forty thousand collective tits off - that can't be easy.
It's times like these we give the world our hate
Not for allowing love but refusing to celebrate
It's never once made the effort, never bent nor bowed
Never cared about the situations mood
And it never will
And that's a bitter pill

On the night you were born was there fuck a new star overhead
And would you like to hear the odds of their being three days of darkness when you're dead
It's times like these we give the world our hate
Not for allowing life but refusing to accomodate
It's never once made the effort, never bent nor bowed
Never cared about the situations mood
And it never will

We hunt for the echo in everything we come across
We try to slay thast stubborn silence that threatens the worst
That for all our how-ing and why-ing there's no 'because'
Not with this government and there never was

There will be no miracles here
There will be no suggestion there's anyone up there
You can hang on to your holy book if it helps you float a little longer
But you and I both know a page can only soak up so much water
Track Name: One Art (Fingerprints)
There are fingerprints on your brain again and all the blood's retreating
What is this thing that grasps your wrist and strangles your tongue
'You're a moany fucking twat sometimes' is not much of a greeting
But let me off and let me in where the darkness, where the darkness runs

Your feet seem tied to the bed and your words seem tied to your head
But who needs words when you can point at what you want?
Don't point at me, please son't point at me.
There's this question that runs like so: 'Is this as dead as I wish it to be'
But there's a firmness in the hand that holds like he knows what letting go means

This is not the hand that I first held upon waking, upon breaking into light
This is not the voice that I first heard
This is not the hand that I first held upon waking, upon breaking into light
This is not the voice that I first heard

There are fingerprints on your brain again and all the blood's retreating
What is this thing that grasps your wrist and strangles your tongue
I'm a moany fucking twat sometimes but I'll try to stop my greeting
But let me off and let me in where the darkness, where the darkness runs

The darkness is the art I need to master
I'll grip it by the corners and I'll wrestle it to the ground
That is easier said than done
Easier said than bloody done
Track Name: Hold Hands Among The Atoms
Your dreams make loud the sky
I won't scream and tell you not to cry
When the clouds gather and that sound they smother
And serve the silence you must suffer
When the rain cascades down your shoulder blades
And the waves you make threaten to drown
Just remember you're not alone

When your bones seem to burst through your skin
And the oceans of woe force your dams in
Step out on the roof, babe, feel the slates beneath your feet
Peer over the edge, picture yourself spread out on the concrete
Through the distance you must dance
Whatever your heart wants it can't own
Just remember you're not alone

How calmly you stand 'neath the over-hanging cliff
You hold in your hands the trinkets you'll take with
Slump down on the pebbles beside your frugal chariot
Your soul will soar and the soil you'll forget
Turn your face from the wind and shield your eyes from the rain
Fly like a raven or a crow
Just remember you're not alone

Surge through life laughing wherever you may flow from
And hold hands, hold hands, holds hands among the atoms
Track Name: Late
Is this it then? The moment we've all been waiting for?
Mankind's common ground shows itself, a no-man's land
Caught in the stillness between the last breath
And the first tear. Do you forgive her now?

The breath that's left, lost in the blood of the stopped heart.
The word fossilised in the throat; the unmoored boat
But do not cry, you're nobodies child now
Yet the sun still shines on the nothing new

It's the curtain call on our little scene
but there'll be flowers the the spring