Blue Clouds

Tony, Caro & John

A song is like a fusion bomb
A nucleus of form and line
An unbalanced equation of rhyme
From why the lovely power comes

Not power that seeks to meet an end
Not power to do, or have, or say
But power naked as the day
That fills you like a spectral friend

And you’re going to feel it
Forever and ever, forever and ever
You’re going to feel it now
And you’re going to feel it
Forever and ever, forever and ever
You’re going to feel the power

And it’s this power will sustain you
When you stand amongst the shells
Of shattered faiths, the fettered hells
That never could contain you

For life still flickers in the flames
All else is futile as you play
Your final chord, it dies away
But sounds of laughter still remain

And you’re going to feel it
Forever and ever, forever and ever
Filling all your mind
And you’re going to feel it
Forever and ever, forever and ever
Filling all the void
And I want to feel it
Forever and ever, forever and ever
I want to feel it now
And I want to feel it
Forever and ever, forever and ever
I want to feel the power

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, electric guitar.
Caro Clark: vocals.
John Clark: bass.
Simon Burrett: vocals, electric guitar.
Julie Doré: vocals.

When you said you loved me
I didn’t know what to know
‘Cause you’ve done so much good for me
More girl than you’ll ever know
Well I want to give you something
Some words to remember me by
So bye bye, I love you
I love you, I love you bye bye

And I hope that I didn’t harm you
And me, I’ve forgotten how to be hurt
You found me when I had no-one
And you dragged me up out of the dirt
I don’t know why it ended
Reasons lie just out of sight
But I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you bye bye

Bye bye, we have to part now
I’ll impose some meaning on my life
You know my mind is like a dirty window pane
And I’m straining just to see the light
I tried to say that I loved you
I tried and I tried and I tried
So bye bye, I love you
I love you, I love you bye bye

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar.
John Clark: bass.

This is a new house, brave and bold
This is a shelter from the cold
Sometimes my soul feels bought and sold
Just like this new house, just like this fold
And I know once in a while, I’ll look around
And I’ll see my lady smile

Home is you, are you home?
Home is you, are you home?
My darling are you home? Are you home?

This is a clean house, natural new
All Scandinavian, with a view
Sometimes my head feels out of true
Just like those floorboards, I don’t fit too
And sometimes from the divan, I’ll look around
And I won’t know where I am

Home is you, are you home?
Home is you, are you home?
My darling are you home? Are you home?

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitars.
Caro Clark: vocals.

Sally free and easy, that should be her name
Sally free and easy, that should be her name
Took a sailor’s loving for a nursery game

O the heart she gave me was not made of stone
O the heart she gave me was not made of stone
It was sweet and hollow, like a honeycomb

Think I’ll wait for sunset, see the ensign down
Think I’ll wait for sunset, see the ensign down
Then I’ll take the tideway to my buryin’ ground

Sally free and easy, that should be her name
Sally free and easy, that should be her name
When my body’s landed hope she dies of shame

Written by Cyril Tawney
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, keyboard.
John Clark: bass.

This is where the terminals collect
This is where they go to get their heads wrecked
And the night expects
To find me under the table

This is where the Apocalypse grows
In eyes where snowdrifts always show, but
It’s the only place to go
When you find out nothing’s stable

This is where you go
When there’s nowhere else to go
‘Cause there’s nowhere else to go
When you’ve come to the end of your….

This is what you take
When there’s nothing left to take
And you wake up with the shakes
And your warmth is delivered in the mail

There’s nowhere else to go

This is where the terminals collect
When there’s nothing else left to reject, and
Nothing’s perfect enough to perfect
Beneath those red-rimmed eyes

This is where we go, this is where we go
This is where we go, this is where we go
This is where they go, this is where they go
This is where the elephants go to die

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, EMS synthesizer.
John Clark: bass.

Now a dog lies in the gravel
Where the roadway should have been
And a broken down old neon sign
Illuminates the scene
Where paranoia scars the cities
And famine rules the land
And through it all walks a man in black
With a flashlight in his hand

Ton Ton Macoutes, Ton Ton Macoutes
Is there any end to you?
Ton Ton Macoutes, Ton Ton Macoutes
Is there any end to you?

Now the picture fades to a shoreline
Beside a rolling sea
Where poncho-clad guitarists
Train their eyes on eternity
And shades disguise the others
With the shotguns in their hands
And the whole scene crumbles down into dust
And their bones lie in the sand

Ton Ton Macoutes, Ton Ton Macoutes
Is there any end to you?
Ton Ton Macoutes, Ton Ton Macoutes
Is there any end to you?

What you gonna do about us?
What you gonna do about us?
We’re the ones you’ll never ever be able
We’re the ones you’ll never ever be able
To trust

Now when all the streets they are empty
And all the colour’s gone
And everything we accidentally thought
Submits to Farenheit 451
And when all our moves they are pre-ordained
And all our hope has died
And all our brains, they are locked in chains
Maybe then you’ll be satisfied

Ton Ton Macoutes, Ton Ton Macoutes
Is there any end to you?
Ton Ton Macoutes, Ton Ton Macoutes
Is there any end to you?

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar.
Caro Clark: vocals.
John Clark: bass.
Simon Burrett: electric guitar.
Rod Jones: keyboard.
Jonny Owen: harmonica.

O swirling sphere
I plumb your inky depths with a peasant’s eye
Felt like a shade of blue
Fell like a meteor through your sky
You are I

O fading stars
I watch as you teeter there on the verge of time
Held by some giant’s hand
Held like these grains of sand in mine
How they shine

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, electric guitar, Woolworth's organ.
Caro Clark: vocals.
John Clark: bass.

Down in some lonesome valley
In some silent place
Well I’d dream of nothing better
Than to be with my sweet
She says she won’t have me
So that I understand
She wants a rich merchant
And I have no land

But if I were a scholar
And could write a fine hand
Well I’d write my love a letter
So that she’d understand
I’d write it by the river
Where the sweet waters flow
And I’ll dream of Pretty Saro
Wherever I go

Traditional, arranged by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitars;
Caro Clark: vocals;
John Clark: bass.

Now we’re the children of plenty
With the sword above our heads
Left on a dying planet
That for your gain you bled

Wake up wake up politician
What makes you sleep so sound?
The confrontation’s coming
We’re gonna tear your order down

You tell us we should be grateful
While you’re a-bombs fill the sky
Well if you think I’m gonna wait or infiltrate
You know I’d rather die

Wake up wake up politician
What makes you sleep so sound?
The confrontation’s coming
We’re gonna tear your order down

And you whose whims are called justice
Who hold the law in the palm of your hand
You who stole our country
You’d better give us back our land

Wake up wake up everybody
And put your ears down to the ground
The confrontation’s coming
It’s gonna shake your little house down

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, electric guitar.
Caro Clark: vocals;
John Clark: bass, percussion.
Simon Burrett: electric guitar.

You followers of that happiness
That sweetly severs your blinkered brain
Who avoid the paths of chaos
And reduce life to a plane
Observe the ones who shun the hearth
And walk out in the rain
Their eyes like headlights blazing
Through the tightening rings of pain
There are no greater heroes
Than these.

Through the deep sea-canyons
Of the ocean of despair
Through the lonely constellations
They are wandering into the rarifying air
There are no greater heroes
Than these.

Look at them with wonder
From your comfort and your ease
For these are no greater heroes
Than these.

When your death-flash cracks like thunder
Even then you'll hardly see
When your life line snaps asunder
You will fall away like leaves

And the years will tread you under
Till you blend into the peat
But take a long last look in wonder
At these others who your pleasures have beaten down
For there are no greater heroes
Than these

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar.
Caro Clark: vocals.
John Clark: bass.
Simon Burrett: electric guitar.
Julie Doré: vocals.
Jonny Owen: vocals, Jew's harp.

Well what is there to say?
What’s new anyway?
We’ve got to learn to be quiet
To learn how to speak
Now soft, now silently
The throng threads through the trees
While ‘round the pallid breezes play

Tears fill the skyways
Fire fills the guns
Cars line the highway
On the road from Babylon
Bring spice for the season
Beams for the sun
And bread for the pilgrims
On the road to Avalon

Fear fills the purses
Laughter is all dumb
King mutter curses
On the road from Babylon
Bring dew for the wastelands
Wealth for the sun
And wine for the pilgrims
On the road to Avalon

So what is there to lose
You just have to choose
But once you refuse you stay
Then together we’ll walk
In the dream that we sought
Where together we’d talk
With our minds till morning

Tears fill the skyways
Fire fills the guns
Cars line the highways
On the road from Babylon
Bring spice for the season
Beams for the sun
And wine for the pilgrims
On the road to Avalon

Yes bring teeth for the toothless
Speech for the dumb
Love sleeps in dewponds
In the land of Avalon
Waves thrash the ocean
Flares rock the sun
And raw evolution
Tames the walls of Babylon

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar.
Caro Clark: vocals.
John Clark: bass.
Simon Burrell: electric guitar.
Julie Doré: vocals.
Jonny Owen: vocals.

All on the first day
On the first day of the year
You tried to destroy part of me
Like you always do each time you’re near
As a child I watched the dewdrops
Picked out each pool of night that lay therein
And I knew our love would be black as that
And that we would never win

And it was all on the first day, on the first day
All on the first day of the year

All on the first day
On the first day of the year
You told me what it was I thought and felt
And you showed me, and you showed me what you fear
You came in like some Giant Urizen
With the shackles, with the shackles at your heel
And I knew our love would be like that
And that we could never feel

And it was all on the first day, on the first day
All on the first day of the year

All on the first day
You know my mind was full of snow
When I knew our love was over
And that we would never grow

And it was all, and it was all, it was all, it was all
All on the first day of the year

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar.
Caro Clark: vocals.
John Clark: bass.
Simon Burrett: electric guitar.
Jonny Owen: vocals, harmonica.

Instrumental

Written by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: EMS synthesizer, electric guitar, percussion, bass.

It was on the Fifth of August
The weather fair and mild
When to Brigg Fair I did repair
For love I was inclined

I rose up with the lark in the morning
My heart was filled with glee
Expecting there to meet my love
Long time I’d wished to see

I looked over my left shoulder
To see what I might see
And it’s there I spied my own true love
Come a’trippin’ down to me

I took hold of her lily white hand
And merrily sang my heart
For now we are together
And never more shall part

For the green leaves they may wither
And the roots may all decay
Before that I prove false to her
To the lass that loves me well
To the lass that loves me well

Traditional, arranged by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitars, keyboard (piano).
John Clark: bass.

Diggin' Praties, The Bonny Bunch of Roses-O, The Unquiet Grave.

Traditional, arranged by Tony Doré
Tony Doré: electric mandolin.
John Clark: bass.
Simon Burrett: electric guitar.
Julie Doré: acoustic guitar.
Jonny Owen: harmonica, duck call and other noises.
Caro Clark: spoons.

My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
It was always his pleasure and pride
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock, tick tock
His life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick tock
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent while a boy
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
For it shared both his grief and his joy
For it struck twenty-four when he entered in the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock, tick tock
His life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick tock
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he’d found
For it wasted no time, and had just one desire
At the end of each week to be wound
Yes it stood in its place with a smile upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock, tick tock
His life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick tock
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Written by Henry Clay Work
Tony Doré: vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, percussion, keyboard, noises.

Blue Clouds
Tony, Caro & John

(2012) Drag City, Gaarden
& Galactic Zoo Records.