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folk devils and moral panics

by The Rowan Amber Mill

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1.
The Hunter 04:29
There's always been a hunter, he who steals the game There always been the hunter, we do know his name, we do know his name There's the squire and master, the horses he'll run lame But for the squire and master we'd all play the game, we'd all play the game I know we're in for hell, they fix the price to sell Then take away the chain that mills the grain, that mills the grain Keep the candles burning help the hunter find his way When the hunter becomes hunted he'll need a place to stay, so hide him till comes day However hard the winter, the hunter knows our name He'll be there with bird or hare and never ask for pay, the hunter knows our name They'll tie him to the sails, while sharpening their blades But we're going to smash the gang, man for man with stones in our hands Keep back corn, break the stone, make your own, so the hunters not alone
2.
We carved wood and stones to see through their eyes With roots in the soil are traces beyond time I held her close to the mid-summers morn The light split the sky and the seed moved through the corn Placed for the heart and the soul Fashioned with cuts from the corn Hung high in the eaves in the homes In shaping the sheaf who strikes the final blow Oh the grinding at the stone Oh to receive my blood and bones And to combine this dark into light The feast feeds the soil oaks burning for their eyes Fresh from the fields and down through the fair With branches of green. Yellow flowers for her hair Faces shone green into gold It's there in the trees that they roam Projecting their leaves through a smile of carved wood and stones blank, spaces for their eyes Oh the carving of the stone Oh to receive my blood and bones Oh the grinding at the stone Oh to receive my blood and bones
3.
Saturnalia 05:16
Looking toward Albion, through the tales of yore Calling to better times like the times before Reeling for meaning high in the dancing trees The warm drift of the western wind carried here for thee Let the fires burn higher and return to the ground All good things the earth will spring leaves us to be found. During saturnalia hope the wind will change Everything you know is wrong underneath the spreighs Through lammastide to harvest home we use them as our own We're all so proud to sing aloud trusting in the corn Let the fires burn higher and return to the ground The seed will flow to bring life o'er, the seasons now to grow Threading the needle joins the rows. The evenings dying sun's last throes Spirits need feeding oh to sow and grow, grow. Sow in the fields and take me back. Sow in the fields and take me back.
4.
Soft hands sit moulding the colourful clay, the smallest of people in their working days If I should consider the world of creation, keeping so busy just passing the time On a warm summers day we'll sleep in together, keep our heads down til the work whistle blows The cider we've had has soaked up the honey, the bread, the eggs and the elderflower wine Sing Sing Sing when your spinning The Earth moves at the beginning It's where we all first learnt milling Much time spent toiling the old fashioned way The tune will come buzzing around at my head. The passing of time is all that is meant Everyones shoes and their hands look the same. It doesn't take long to mould into this place Hitch a ride on a boat hitch a ride on a train. Shoot the same scenery time and again Everythings over by a quarter to three, with the box is spent a'spinning around just for me
5.
Take up arms we'll all be soldiers Our battle lines drawn in the fields We'll all be kings and all be saviours But only a fool is king for a day The Millers chain won't stop me now Asleep in the barley that the wind don't bow He'll keep a watch between the sails but I'll return to twist the blade Well now my master where do you wander Over the hills and far away Once so brave to keep us under While safely preserved from this peasants grave And from the fields like storm and thunder Hear the voices ring the change Don't turn back walk on forever Now I've returned to twist the blade.
6.
Wassail, Wassail all over the town Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown Our bowl it is made of the green maple tree In the wassail bowl we'll drink unto thee Here's a health to the ox and to his long tail Pray god send our master a good cask of ale As good cask of ale as e'er I did see In the wassail bowl we'll drink unto thee Come butler come fill us a bowl of the best Then we pray you soul in heaven it may rest If you do bring us a bowl of the small Down shall go butler bowl and all Here's to the maid in her lily white smock Who tripped to the door and the slipped back the lock And slipped back the lock and pulled back the pin For to let us jolly wassailers waltz in.

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The 'folk devils and moral panics' mini album was put together from recordings made in late 2007 through through to August 2008. Much of it was recorded prior to the band being put together as a 3 piece (and even before the band had a name).

'folk devils and moral panics' has only previously been available indmill dot com, and since indmill's sad demise it has since been unavailable. We thought it'd be a good idea to make it available again and we are happy to now be able to release it as a deluxe download to a wider audience via the bandcamp site. We may even put together a limited CD release if enough people want one.

This deluxe download includes the cover art, additional promo CD artwork, lyric sheets, liner notes and details about the of the songs themselves.

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released August 25, 2008

All songs written by Stephen Stannard, except track 6 Traditional arr Stephen Stannard.
Production, mixing, artwork: Stephen Stannard
Appearing on this release were:
Stephen Stannard: Guitars, Vocals (tracks 2, 4 and 6), Strings, Woodwinds, Banjo, Bouzouki, Mandolin, Bass, Brass, Tin Pots, Synths, Mellotron, Melodica, Melodeon, Percussion (exept track 1).
Kim Guy: Vocals (tracks 1, 3 and 5), Recorders (track 5)
Terry Stacey: Drums on track 1.

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The Rowan Amber Mill Devon, UK

Since 2007 The Rowan Amber Mill have been purveyors of Woodland Folkadelica/alt-Folk. Releases include: "folk devils & moral panics", "midsummers" and "Heartwood". The Book of the Lost (with Emily Jones). Silent Night Songs (with Angeline Morrison).The folk horror collection Harvest the Ears. The synth album Follows Shortly (as Making Tea For Robots). They are half of Rowan:Morrison. ... more

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