Full Circle (EP)

by The Whisky Priests

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released December 14, 2012

Track 1:
Recorded at The Old Dairy Studio, York, 15th-17th September 1999
engineered & mixed by Phil Elliot
Taken from the forthcoming album ‘The Best of The Whisky Priests’
Previously released on the Various Artists compilation album ‘A Full Head of Steam’ (AFHOSCD001 Northern Sky Music 2000)

Track 2:
Recorded at Watercolour Music, January 1998
engineered & mixed by Nick Turner
Previously released on the Various Artists compilation album ‘Seka [“Sister”]’ (Twah!113/EFA61113-2 Twah! Records 1998)

Tracks 3-5:
Taken from a live radio session recorded at Radio Sieben, Ravensburg, Germany, 31st October 1998
Previously unreleased

Gary Miller – lead vocals, acoustic & electric guitars (all tracks)
Glenn Miller – accordion (all tracks)
Hugh Bradley – electric guitar, mandolin, mandola, backing vocals (all tracks)
Andy Tong – bass, backing vocals (tracks 1-2)
Cozy Dixon – drums (tracks 1-2)
Chuck Fleming – fiddle (track 2)

All tracks written & composed by Gary Miller except track 5 written & composed by Glenn Miller / Gary Miller
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The Whisky Priests Durham, UK

The Whisky Priests (1985-2002) was founded by twin brothers, Gary & Glenn Miller (“the Joe Strummer and Mick Jones of Folk Music”). The band was internationally renowned for its energetic live shows, released a number of critically acclaimed albums, toured extensively and developed a worldwide cult following. ... more

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Track Name: Full Circle
FULL CIRCLE

In the great days of steam
I was the toast of the town
My brand new paintwork gleamed
As people flocked from miles around
To see to touch to wave to cheer
A newborn child of engineers
And the hearts of my two thousand horses beat
To the rhythm of their tiny lives
I rolled and sped and hissed and with pride

An iron beast of burden
I tore through the veins and guts of the land
Supplying mineral wealth
Fed by a fireman’s lonely hand
With the passion of a thousand suns
My kisses scorched his bursting lungs
Like a lover’s heart my fires were stoked
By rough hands touched with tenderness
As I held him in my warm caress

I became a river supplying endless streams
To valleys and mountains red and gold and green
To fortune to fame to romance and to dreams
I was privy to their secrets and their schemes
As their lives touched me

And I fed the hungry engines of war
With the finest crop in England’s store
An ocean of tears drowned the platform roar
Through emotions never felt so deep before

I fell to the diesel age
Time and progress conquered me
Withdrawn and derelict
Nature laid cruel hands on me
She turned my once bright coat to rust
As my memory faded into dust
Some small affection I could claim
As a nest for lovebirds I became
Or a secret den for children’s games

Rescued and restored by loving hands
In my former glory I now stand
My paint gleams once more people flock again in awe
To celebrate to see to touch to talk
Of one reborn

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Alice In Wonderland (Remix)
ALICE IN WONDERLAND

So come on now, get your head out of the sand
You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland
But yours could be reality if you just take a hand
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"

First she dries the dishes then she dries her eyes
'Though her tears could fill an ocean, her own river's running dry
She's moved to Dead End Street from Opportunity Rise
Where the spirits of dead dreams haunt the back lanes of her mind

Sometimes he shows affection in a way that makes her proud
But mostly he can't stand her; she's just a stupid cow
To one who doesn't love her or respect her anyhow
And cares nothing for their future just his own here and now

So come on now, get your head out of the sand
You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland
But yours could be reality if you just take a hand
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"

Time is a prison time is our own Hell
Time is the destroyer; it's the fire in which we burn
And on this one-way ticket, which offers no return
Time never heals is something you will learn

And as time slips away, it seems such a crime
To see one so young growing old before their time
Life offers too few chances don't let them pass you by
For perhaps the greatest crime is never to have tried

So come on now, get your head out of the sand
You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland
But yours could be reality if you just take a hand
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"

So come on now, get your head out of the sand
Don’t waste your whole life trapped in dreams of wonderland
The reality could be yours if you just make a stand
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Car Boot Sale (Acoustic)
CAR BOOT SALE

I went to the car boot sale
At the racecourse one fine June
I had nothing else better to do
On a boring afternoon
There were cars and stalls and people obsessed
As far as the eye could see
But there wasn't a fucking horse in sight
At the sale of the century

Oh me lads, you should've seen them gannin'
Millin' around like flies 'round shite
With no real sense of plannin'
Hagglin' and fussin', hustlin' and bustlin'
In search of the Holy Grail
Some folks' rubbish is other folks' gold
At the car boot sale

There were people arriving while others were leaving
A lot of them pushing prams
I hope the ones that had just been bought
Were the unoccupied ones
Amidst the clamour you could hear a man cry
"Everything fifty pence!"
But you wouldn't have bothered to look in his box
If you had any sense

There were second-hand clocks and watches
With a history to tell
They might have been worth a fortune
If they told the time as well
Broken toys, torn books, scratched records
Electrical goods of every degree
Finding they don't work when you get home
Is your only guarantee

There was Mister Softee ice cream
Next to a burger van from Hell
In a cone or a tub with monkey's blood
Next to people with no sense of smell
I was trying to find one of those
Backward-facing baseball caps
'Cos no matter how hard I've looked
I've only seen forward ones in the shops

So if you're bored or depressed
With the National Lottery
Come along for a grand day out
With the shell-suit family
Grab a piece of the action
Of this latest national craze
Rogues by the score amid bargains galore
At your local car boot sale

Oh me lads, you should've seen them gannin'
Millin' around like flies round shite
With no real sense of plannin'
Hagglin' and fussin', hustlin' and bustlin'
In search of the Holy Grail
You might find it for a couple of quid
At the car boot sale

Gary Miller)
Track Name: Alice In Wonderland (Acoustic)
ALICE IN WONDERLAND

First she dries the dishes then she dries her eyes
'Though her tears could fill an ocean, her own river's running dry
She's moved to Dead End Street from Opportunity Rise
Where the spirits of dead dreams haunt the back lanes of her mind

Sometimes he shows affection in a way that makes her proud
But mostly he can't stand her; she's just a stupid cow
To one who doesn't love her or respect her anyhow
And cares nothing for their future just his own here and now

So come on now, get your head out of the sand
You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland
But yours could be reality if you just take a hand
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"

Time is a prison time is our own Hell
Time is the destroyer; it's the fire in which we burn
And on this one-way ticket, which offers no return
Time never heals is something you will learn

And as time slips away, it seems such a crime
To see one so young growing old before their time
Life offers too few chances don't let them pass you by
For perhaps the greatest crime is never to have tried

So come on now, get your head out of the sand
You're just like Alice dreaming of a wonderland
But yours could be reality if you just take a hand
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"

So come on now, get your head out of the sand
Don’t waste your whole life trapped in dreams of wonderland
The reality could be yours if you just make a stand
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"
Think positive! Think confidence! Think, "I am in command!"

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: "Farewell Jobling!" (Acoustic)
"FAREWELL JOBLING!"

"Farewell Jobling!" rang the shout from the crowd
As he was launched into eternity
And on Jarrow Slakes Gibbet 21-feet high
He was left to rot in the hot summer sky

William Jobling an illiterate man
A scapegoat an innocent victim
An example to the striking miners of the time
Sentenced to hang for another man's crime

On a cold winter's night outside Turner's public house
William Jobling and Ralf Armstrong were standing about
The magistrate Fairles came riding along
Recognised by Armstrong for he'd sent his brother down

Armstrong swung a stick knocking Fairles to the ground
Then he upped and left the scene with Jobling close behind
Armstrong escaped but Jobling was caught
And soon to Durham assizes was brought

Fairles dying plea was for Jobling to be freed
But his innocence contradicted the authority’s need
Without legal defence and an example to be made
Murder was the verdict execution was his fate

Now Jobling had rehearsed a speech for the crowd
But his nerves failed and he uttered no sound
Then a shout rang out to send him on his way
As the gallows took his life and the angry crowd were held at bay

His pitch-covered corpse was strapped in a cage
Then hung from the gibbet at Jarrow Slake
The last man in England to suffer this fate
As the strike collapsed and the authorities got their way

Compare this to another case of the time
When a miner’s leader tried to break up a fight
Without justification a policeman shot him dead
But leniency prevailed as he was gaoled for half a year

The century has changed but some things stay the same
Injustice is still with us and injustice will remain
As long as we let politics rule the course of liberty
Scapegoats will be made while the guilty ones go free

(Glenn Miller / Gary Miller)