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Seaside Caravan
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by Rising Hedons
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Rock and Roll Soul
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Jim Cathy Georgia Jevil
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- about
- From the foot-tapping opening track, Money, which nails the band’s Bohemian colours firmly to the mast, every following song on the album draws the listener ever deeper into the quirky and exotic world of Hedons’ songwriters, Bradley Tindall and Pete Coulam, each song a vignette inspired by the hidden corners of life and other imaginary places.
It’s an album with deep retro roots but which still strives to create a unique sound: African hand drums and Indian tablas are accompanied by flourishes of Spanish-tinged trumpet; the yearning of a gypsy violin answered by the cry of blues slide guitar; the soft swirls of a chapel organ ambushed by power guitar chords and a driving rhythm section.
And at the very heart of each song is Bradley Tindall, storyteller extraordinaire, his voice a personal invitation to an intimate universe, his voice a powerhouse of passion: sometimes dark, sometimes bright, sometimes subtle, sometimes raw.
Tales of the shadows, tales of the light.
These are great songs played well by musicians who clearly love what they do, and nothing alters the fact that it’s a real keeper of an album that’s guaranteed to grow on you with repeated listening. If the Hedons’ plan is to conquer the world musically, it’s a plan that’s slowly and surely working, one album at a time.
Seaside Caravan has it all: the tragedy of blues, the lilt of reggae, the swagger of rock, and more besides. It’s a glorious and unique soundscape that is ultimately one hell of a gypsy celebration of rock and roll. Come join the party!
Robert Thé | The Taipei Times & Highway 11 Magazine - credits
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released 10 July 2009
Bradley Tindall – Vocals & Guitar
Pete Coulam – Vocals, Guitar, Organ & Piano
Darren Jorde - Bass
Phil Patry - Djembe
Michael Gordon – Vocals & Tabla
Jambo - Drums
Wesley James - Trumpet
Janelle Chang - Violin
Produced by Bradley Tindall
Engineered by Bradley Tindall and Darren Jorde
Music, Lyrics and Arrangements by Bradley Tindall
Mixed and Mastered by Bruce A Miller bruceamiller.us
Recorded at Prince Music, Taichung City, Taiwan www.prince-music.com.tw
Original Painting by Roman McNamara
Layout by Randy Bennett www.theblackden.com
Photography by Ryan Harrington www.ryanharringtonphotography.com
‘Money’ music video by idProductions
(Track I,VI,VIII) Music, Lyrics and Arrangement by Pete Coulam
(Track II,III,VI,VII) Additional Arrangement by Darren Jorde
(Track I,V) Mixed by Charles Dye www.charlesdye.com
(Track IV) Recorded at Y2K, Taichung City, Taiwan
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- Track Name: Money
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There's no money, in poetry
There's no poetry, in money
There's no money, in beauty
There's no beauty, in money
Money come, money go
Money yes, money no
Money stop, money flow all the time
Money here, money gone
Money off, money on
Money all, money none all the time
There's no money, in freedom
There's no freedom, in money
Money come, money go
Money yes, money no
Money stop, money flow all the time
Money here, money gone
Money off, money on
Money all, money none all the time
If you wanna feel rich, count the things you have, that money can't buy
Live as if money is nothing, love as if you've never been hurt
Sing as if no one's listening, go out in the world and make yourself heard
There's no money, in music
There's no music, in money
Money come, money go
Money yes, money no
Money stop, money flow all the time
Money here, money gone
Money off, money on
Money all, money none all the time
Money come, money go
Money yes, money no
Money stop - Track Name: The Ballad of our Gypsy Bones
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Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
We’ve been waiting such a long time
For someone to turn us on
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
Well she moves so slowly
Diggin’ through the night she got
Long legs, big eyes
Oh lord she’s gonna eat me alive
Well my gypsy mamma owns me
Turns me on and lifts away my soul
This is what she said
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
She says it’s never easy
To close your eyes and dream
Free love, free of war
Live it now, you’re gonna live it some more
Yeah we’re walking proud you see
Not killin’ to eat, not killin’ for peace oh yeah
This is what she said
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
We've been waiting such a long time
For someone to turn us on
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin
Sigh again, we’re nobody’s kin - Track Name: Alcohol
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I got a little game
Call it drink and run
Well the one where you get to the bottom of a bottle
and then you run
I say A-LC-O-HOL and we’re all going to hell
Alcohol, yeah we’re getting buried at the bottom of a wishing well
Alcohol, yeah we’re getting drunk man, just like our daddies did
Oh well
Yeah my lover she morns me
When I’m dying in my bed
Every time I reach for the bottle
Well there’s nothing else left
I say A-LC-O-HOL and we’re all going to hell
Alcohol, yeah we’re getting buried at the bottom of a wishing well
Alcohol, yeah we’re getting drunk man, just like our daddies did
Oh well - Track Name: Never Gonna Get Away Again
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For the harvest moon she wakes her eyes
Smokes a pin and puts the devil on her mind
Yeah she moves slowly like a gypsy train because she’s never gonna get away again
When she was livin’ as a bitter child
They cooked her soul on an island mile
St. Vincent women always singin’ in her ear
You know you’re never gonna get away again
Concrete mile you see it in her eyes
Saffron skin from those Moroccan skies
Yeah my little lover does the midnight twist because she never ever gonna ever gonna get away from this
Still she prays
Never getting saved at the side of the road
Yeah my little lover does the midnight twist because she’s never gonna get away again
Well the city swells her weeks at a time
Burning coal from the engine line
Yeah she cries out in the middle of the night because she’s never gonna get away again
Get your island arms and live it again
You got your face on your belly and your belly is full of sin
If you ever see another with an X on her skin
You know you’re never gonna get away again
Would you spit to save me chew my line
Round about cure me with a liar’s eye
Standing on the nine with fists full of rain because you’re never ever gonna ever gonna get away from this
Still you pray
Never getting saved at the side of the road
Yeah my little lover does the midnight twist because she’s never gonna get away again
Last train calling you motion disease
Your head’s getting heavy because you’re so very hard to please
Well please Mr. National, give us some wine
Yeah we’re falling further ‘cause
We’re ever falling further into line
Well some day you’ll find us living in a garden home
Wait for day and pray for night
Never getting saved at the side of the road
Yeah my little lover does the midnight twist because we’re never gonna get away again - Track Name: Night Train
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My lady she wants nothing at all
She wants me not to want anything at all
We’re leaving tonight, on a midnight train
Do you have anything, to say to your friends
Before we leave again
On the night train
Well it’s calling our name
On the night train
Well it’s calling on
It’s calling our name
Children all want jars of shiny rings
Love, well it’s not one of those
Kinds of empty things
We’re leaving tonight, on a midnight train
Do you have anything, to say to your friends
Before we leave again
On the night train
Well it’s calling our name
On the night train
Well it’s calling our name
Are we quite enough in love to suit the dying age we’re living in?
Time to come, all the love for one another
Now we’re finding it, we’re finding it
On the night train
Well it’s calling our name
On the night train
Well it’s calling on - Track Name: Rock and Roll Soul
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There were villains in the valley
Tourists from the town
Cats from every alley
Jugglers and a clown
There were all the sea-sick sailors
Searching for their land-legs in the coal
They were all coming together
Just looking for their rock and roll soul
Rock and Roll, Rock and Roll Soul
There were artists and a harpist
Generals and a tramp
Roaches from the carpets man
Genies from the lamp
There was a stream of stricken soldiers
Crawling out deserting from their holes
They were all coming together
Just looking for their rock and roll soul
Rock and Roll, Rock and Roll Soul
There were lovers from all seasons
Dreamers from all lands
With or without reasons
Just sliding all the hands
There was a pair of peaceful pirates
Dancing with policemen round a pole
They were all coming together
Just looking for their rock and roll soul
Rock and Roll, Rock and Roll Soul - Track Name: Jim Cathy Georgia Jevil
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I got a little bird
She swings in her cage
Every time, yeah she sings
Well it sounds the same
Well she gets me running
Blood against my spine
Every time, here she comes
Well she caws my name
Well we’re not just birds of a feather now
We got something arranged
Yeah she flies high in the middle of the sky cause she knows we’re gonna make it in spades
Well she gets me running
Blood against my spine
Every time, here she comes
Well she caws my name - Track Name: Eastern Line
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Goin’ down the Eastern Line, we’re goin’ (Going down)
Goin’ down the Eastern Line, we’re goin’ (Going down)
We’re taking time and seeking signs, we’re goin’ (Going down)
Goin’ down the Eastern Line, we’re goin’ (Going down)
Then all of a sudden two sparks from the oven
Set light to the side of the train and smoke went
Choke to the throats and the fire spread right on
Down the Eastern Line, down the Eastern Line
Burnin’ down the Eastern Line, we’re burnin’ (Burnin’ down)
Burnin’ down the Eastern Line, we’re burnin’ (Burnin’ down)
With scraping squeals of blazing wheels, we’re burnin’ (Burnin’ down)
Burnin’ down the Eastern Line, we’re burnin’ (Burnin’ down)
Then all of a sudden either ten or a dozen
Elephants raised their trunks to salute and shoot water
On the fire on the flame and it died and the train went
Down the Eastern Line, down the Eastern Line
And everyone was happy
To live another day
And then we started thinking
In a different kind of way
A notion was put forward
That everyone one thought fine
To turn the train around
And climb back up the Eastern Line
Climbin’ up the Eastern Line, we’re climbin’ (Climbin’ up)
Climbin’ up the Eastern Line, we’re climbin’ (Climbin’ up)
Driving high and on the rise, we’re climbin’ (Climbin’ up)
Climbin’ up the Eastern Line, we’re climbin’ (Climbin’ up)
Then all of as sudden nearly half of the engine
Fell right through the floor and the train stopped climbing
And the weight of the freight sent us all a-rolling back
Down the Eastern Line, down the Eastern Line
Down the Eastern Line
