The Power and The Glory

by The Whisky Priests

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about

The Whisky Priests third studio album.


Media Reviews:

“Durham’s finest are back, grasping another collection of honest, gritty, shit-hot songs in their grimy fists, to carouse and rabble-rouse. No easy comparisons any more. They’ve stamped their mark on the music with all the authenticity of the hobnail boot, bringing the power of last year’s rollicking live album into a more calculated studio set.
Gary Miller’s thought-provoking lyrics are sung in the distinctive, local ‘pitmatic’ style, musically backed by a band that’s tight as a duck’s ass. But there’s a new, emerging subtlety with the addition of guest musicians, smoothing off some of the rough edges. The Bearpark and Esh Colliery Band was, probably, an obvious choice to add emotive colour, but I didn’t expect Alistair Anderson, on Northumbrian pipes and concertina. Ex-Penetration guitarist Fred Purser, possibly, adds most to the overall atmosphere, on lap-steel and electric guitars, with some searing lead breaks, but mostly subtle backing, as on ‘Digging For Victory’.
A proud album, with passion and spirit, made on their own terms – a testament to their determination and single-mindedness.”
Neil Pedder, ‘Taplas’, UK, October/November 1994.


“Here are songs of physical and mental power in mine and shipyard forging powerful communities with a proud identity. But the workingman’s power was bought cheap; men of power in the nation abused their power. Serious stuff. Powerful songs about power, sung with power and heartfelt conviction. Songwriter poet Gary Miller magnificently continues the tradition of writing about mining life as exemplified by Tommy Armstrong (1848-1919) – “a small, sharp-faced, bow-legged miner with 14 children and an indomitable thirst” (A.L. Lloyd). Armstrong wrote topical strike songs and disaster ballads to raise money for union funds, for the relief of widows and orphans, and for beer! Gary’s tribute to Tommy is the engaging character sketch ‘Pitman Tom’. I’ve described Gary as a poet because that’s the way his lyrics are developing – words with powerful imagery by a powerful wordsmith.
This album featuring Alistair Anderson whose Northumbrian pipes add a haunting dimension to ‘Brandon, Browney and Boyne’ and the ‘Epitaph’ for Easington Colliery. Additional classy contributions from Fred Purser on lap steel and electric guitar, and brass by members of Bearpark and Esh colliery band once again.
As Miller Bros fans will have anticipated – another memorable album with the songwriting going from strength to strength. The Whisky Priests have always had the Power; perhaps this will bring them the Glory in England that they enjoy in Europe.”
Jenny Coxon, ‘Folk Buzz’, UK, #45, Autumn 1994.


“Building on the success of last year’s scorching live set ‘Bloody Well Live!’, Durham’s finest have in ‘The Power And The Glory’ produced their most ambitious, adventurous and finest collection to date. Now quite definitely their own band and leaving all the easy comparisons behind. They display an inventiveness that is a credit to the songwriting skills, including lap steel, Northumbrian pipes courtesy of Alistair Anderson, a colliery band and the screaming lead breaks of ex-Penetration guitarist Fred Purser, that all adds so much to the overall atmosphere. Extremely well-rounded songs, intelligently using melody and catchy hooks are the results of years of almost non-stop gigging. The finely tuned musical machine that is The Whisky Priests has now ironed out any creases in their music with the band now equally adept at putting the musical boot in hard or adding subtle nuances for extra emphasis. The lyrical emphasis is obviously still based in the history and culture of their native North East with the poignancy of ‘Three Rivers’, ‘Shot At Dawn’ and ‘Brandon, Browney and Boyne’ screaming epic. The combined strength of masterly and memorable writing and superb delivery gives ‘Power And The Glory’ an authority that sets them apart.”
Sean McGhee, ‘Rock ‘N’ Reel’, UK, Spring 1994.


“Regular readers will doubtless be aware that we like the Priests here at BT Towers.
We love their live shows and we loved their last live album. But, in the studio, they’ve never quite got there. Until now, that is.
‘The Power And The Glory’ gives us a new depth to the Priests on record. Produced by the band and Fred Purser this 13-track album is full of polish, passion and power – trademarks all of the Pitman Poets of Sherburn.
The songs are all strongly in the workingman folk tradition in which the Priests have set their genre. ‘Land of The Dinosaur’ and ‘Three Rivers’, for example, talk of the decline of shipbuilding. Others tell stories of simple working men betrayed by the bosses, the politicians or the Army officers they worked under.
The prime track of these is ‘Epitaph and Lament For The Setting Sons’, a powerful, emotive call for the rights of the working classes blasted out by Gary Miller to a haunting accompaniment by brother Glenn’s accordion and Northumbrian pipes from guest artist Alistair Anderson.
Indeed there are a few guest artists on the album, including tranches of brass from the members of the Bearpark and Esh Colliery Band, which is well used throughout the album.
The songs, all of them, are fine, with Gary Miller proving yet again what a fine songwriter he really is. The ‘manic folk thrash’ is still there, but there is more besides – a calypso rhythm here, a ska rhythm there – alongside the tried and tested formula.
And while said formula is a winner, it is the best I’ve heard it caught in a studio on this album. Blasters like ‘See The Whippet Run’ and opener ‘The Man Who Would Be King’ are played with a passion and a fury that belies the clarity of the production job.
Gary’s voice is still the unique, booming baritone that can wrench emotion from his lines, backed up with Mick Tyas’ tuneful but powerful singing.
Nick Buck’s drums are blistering throughout, and Paul Carless (mandolin, etc) and Glenn’s accordion provide a melodic edge to the tunes.
The Priests are still huge in Europe – they have recently played gigs in the former Yugoslavia – and still more than cut it live as their recent gig at the Band On The Wall showed.
But now, it seems, they can cut it on record as well. The songs were always there, the talent too, and now they have mastered the studio.
World domination can be but a step away – as long as you, punters, buy the record. The mark. A (9) easy.”
Richard Lewis, ‘The Bury Times’, UK, 29th April 1994.


“The opening bars of ‘The Man Who Would Be King’, the first track on this album, immediately bring to mind the Pogues. I don’t know whether this is a comparison the Whisky Priests would welcome, but the similarity is quickly dispelled by lead singer Gary Miller’s amazing vocal style. It certainly is unique and takes some getting used to, not just because of the County Durham dialect but also for the sheer intensity of it’s delivery. You’re either going to love it or hate it but it certainly can’t be ignored.
My slight concerns at the frantic pace of the opening track were allayed by track 2; ‘When The Wind Blows, Billy Boy’ is slower, calmer, and a sign that there may be good things to come.
And good things to come there certainly are: singer Gary Miller is also the band’s songwriter and the album offers plentiful examples of his skill not only as an excellent wordsmith but also his ability to write downright catchy tunes. ‘Land of The Dinosaur’, one of the album’s many anthems to the lost mining industry, is an excellent example, as is ‘Epitaph and Lament For The Setting Sons’, a wonderful track with Gary’s amazing voice delivering an intense ballad backed only by guest musician Alistair Anderson’s Northumbrian pipes. ‘Digging For Victory’ is a good example of what they do best; an ‘anthem’ style ballad delivered with vocal intensity, a not over-heavy backing and a slow insistent beat.
The County Durham based Whisky Priests are a folk/rock band mixing acoustic and electric instruments. They may be a little heavy for those with more delicate tastes but they certainly have some wonderful tunes and the songs are always delivered with passion. Thoroughly recommended, not only for the folk/rock fan, but for anyone who likes good tunes and good lyrics.”
Alan Hibbert, ‘Folk In Kent’, UK, #90, July/August/September 1994.


“Given the current state of play, there are dozens of bands up and down our country, all with a come-on-along mentality and a roots injection, which makes for high audience empathy. They play to full houses, their cult status is assured and yet they can’t get a shout in the press to save their lives. Eyebrows raised to the heavens they can rightly ask what’s going on?
‘The Power And The Glory’ is the latest instalment in The Whisky Priests’ search for northern soul. Soul as an integrity, soul as in knowing where you’re from and what you’re about. Which is something of a stock-in-trade to the Millers (Gary and Glenn). So passionate are they about their Durham plot that at times there’s almost something tribal here. Durhamite history. ‘Boys’ Own’ scenarios and industrial tribulations form a backcloth and canvas an attitude, which couldn’t operate from anywhere else. Maybe it’s taken a time but now the evidence is there for all to hear – The Whiskies are an English band.”
Simon Jones, ‘Folk Roots’, UK, August 1994.


“The Whisky Priests certainly generate a great deal of energy at their gigs – and I can imagine their fans jigging around to this too.
The sound is solid – with musicianship to match.
The songs combine the traditional mode of storytelling with more topical social issues and attitudes. The subjects (like the singing) have a distinctly Northern flavour – the savage sea, the wasteful war, the pit – even the whippet!
Gary Miller wrote nearly all the music & lyrics – though my personal favourite ‘Three Rivers’ showcases the singing and songwriting talents of bass-player Mick Tyas.
If you fancy your folk music frenetic with lyrics pointed & poetic – buy this!”
Andy Caven, ‘Essex Folk News’, Autumn 1994.


“‘The Power And The Glory’ is the latest release from the band and it builds on the passion and fire of their live act, combined with a more reflective air. What it does is bring the North to life with fire and venom. The feeling that comes through this album is that these guys live and breathe what they are singing about; the music is honest and full of integrity. I have played it a lot and there is so much in it, from the raucous ‘The Man Who Would Be King’ to the more balladic ‘When The Wind Blows, Billy Boy’. Ex-Penetration guitarist Fred Purser guests to good effect on some of the tracks.
Gary Miller sings in the traditional ‘pitmatic’ style, and added to that one of the tightest bands around then you have music of a distinctive and very high quality. If you like folk-rock, roots music or whatever you want to call it then The Whisky Priests are a band that you should be listening to.”
Kevin Rowland, (from joint review of ‘Bloody Well Live!’ and ‘The Power And The Glory’); ‘Feedback’, UK, Issue 28, 11th April 1995.


“‘The Power And The Glory’ was actually reviewed in an earlier issue of MD, which we received as a cassette. The album itself is given over to chapters as opposed to tracks. I said it then, and I’ll say it again, the imagery of many of the songs is a really strong point here. Stuff like the aforesaid ‘Land of The Dinosaur’, ‘Three Rivers’, ‘Digging For Victory’, and ‘Shot At Dawn’. Again, Gary Miller’s credits dot the songs like confetti at a wedding.”
Dave W. Hughes, (from joint review of ‘Bloody Well Live!’, ‘The Power And The Glory’, ‘When The Wind Blows, Billy Boy’, ‘The First Few Drops’, Nee Gud Luck’, ‘Timeless Street’); ‘The Modern Dance’, UK.


“Having seen and enjoyed The Whisky Priests live (and loud) on several occasions, I was a bit dubious as to whether their material would live up to my expectations. However, I worried without reason! ‘The Power And The Glory’ is every bit as enthusiastic as their live performances – with just a touch (but not a lot) of that studio polish!
Ballads such as ‘When The Wind Blows, Billy Boy’ and ‘Epitaph and Lament…’ along with livelier tunes – ‘The Man Who Would Be King’, ‘Pitman Tom’, and ‘Three Rivers’ provides a good cross section of The Whisky Priests’ material. Musically the album retains the live, almost spontaneous feel. Acoustic and electric guitars, accordion, harmonica and mandolin (not forgetting Gary’s unique vocal style) along with a host of guest musicians combine to give us the unmistakable Whisky Priests sound. An excellent album! If you have never seen or heard them this is the album to introduce you – and get you hooked.”
Alli, UK, 1993.


“Energetic, enthusiastic and gritty. For my first introduction to the Priests I am quite impressed, although Gary Miller’s voice does take some getting used to. The passion of the music is overtaken with his style and could well put many off, but given time, and a couple of plays, something else comes through.
The musical talent of the band is beyond compare and for anyone out there who’s not familiar with your more traditional folk type groups – the Priests hail from Durham – will find comparisons to the Pogues.
The Priests are self-financed; indeed, their operations are similar to how Zappa ran his empire over in the States, although, obviously, these lads aren’t as big – yet!
There are some cracking songs, especially the lyrics. Take ‘Land of The Dinosaur’, for instance: “Here amongst the memories / That belong to yesterday / The monolithic metal beasts / No longer rule the waves / The ruins of a greater age / Lie strewn across wasteland / The dinosaurs are now extinct / Their bones rust in the sand”.
Everything that County Durham once stood for, like mining, shipbuilding, as well as the traditional folk roots from that area, are utilised to their fullest capacity. There are some truly evocative songs with a poet’s eye for detail.
As I said above though, his voice takes some getting used to, but once there the rewards are pretty deep and meaningful. Superficial – not.”

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released April 1, 1994

The Whisky Priests line-up on this recording:

Gary Miller – Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Mandola
Glenn Miller – Accordion, Piano, Keyboards, Jaw Harp
Mick Tyas – Bass Guitar, Vocals
Paul Carless – Mandolin, Harmonicas
Nick Buck – Drums, Percussion

Guest Musicians:
Alistair Anderson – Northumbrian Pipes, English Concertina
Fred Purser – Lap Steel, Electric Guitar
Mike McGrother – Fiddle

Members of Bearpark & Esh Colliery Band – Brass:
Conducted and arranged by Dave Young
Garry Mitchell – Cornet
David Patterson – Cornet
Sandra Rothwell – Euphonium
Alun Young – Baritone


℗ & © 1994 Whippet Records

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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: The Man Who Would Be King
THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING

Sitting on my golden throne
I'm the man who would be king
Trembling at the thought of what
Each new day may bring
I'll scream at all my screaming hordes
And hoard the hoards they bring
I'll stop the tide and in my pride
I'll make my subjects sing

I'm the man who would be king
I'm the man who wouldn't sing
So sing out now in praise
Of the man who would be king

The Devil grant me all the power
And riches I have seen
To buy all the land in Durham
And all the things between
I'm not content to be king for a day
I want to rule for ever more
And every precious thing I covet
Will be added to my store

I'm the man who would be king
Hear the sirens sweetly sing
Of the powers to be gained
By the man who would be king

Dream on

Robin Hood is no good
Chop him up for firewood

Some say my heart is as black as coal
But my favourite colour is gold
And my eyes turn green at the things I've seen
Any other false king own
And dare the man who'll come to raid
The Kingdom that I rule
I'll have his head I'll flog him dead
To no man am I fool

I'm the man who would be king
To my kingdom I will bring
All the richest hearts desires
Of fine and wonderous things

Yet I'll usurp my neighbouring friend
And my brothers I have sold
For the stakes are high and my men will fight
My kingdom to uphold
So who will join this merry farce
Come rally unto me
And break the chains of meekness
Locked by a golden key

I'm the man who would be king
See the swift bird on the wing
Proclaiming to the world
I'm the man who would be king

I'm the man who would be king
Now I've lost my magic ring
No more my subjects sing
To the man who would be king

I'm the man who would be king
There are countless songs to sing
Of pretenders to the throne
Of men who would be king

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: When the Wind Blows, Billy Boy
WHEN THE WIND BLOWS, BILLY BOY

Where have you been all the day Billy Boy
Now you have put away all of your toys
I wish I had known you when you were a boy
But that's all gone now

I'll never forget when I first put you now
You were dancing all round the town
With your shoes all scuffed and your curly hair brown
But that seems such a long time ago now

When the wind blows you've got time on your hands
But when the time comes it blows by so fast
I'll dream of the days that are coming at last
When the wind blows Billy Boy

You in your innocence were such a sweet little thing
Now that's gone forever flown like birds on the wing
Did you ever regret it did you lose anything
Now it's all in the past Billy Boy

Where have you been all the years Billy Boy
You threw them away like you didn't know how
All for the sake of just living for now
Well I still love you Billy Boy

Now you and your sweetheart will walk hand in hand
You and the world and his wife make a stand
For all that we've ever held at our command
As you count down the years Billy Boy

Now the wind's blown all the time from your hands
Now the time's come will you blow by so fast
Or welcome the days that are here at last
When the wind blows Billy Boy

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Manimal Farm
MANIMAL FARM

The cock crows dawn and signals time to rise
Manimal Farm is soon full of life
The horse is in the field or down the mine
The cock just sits there and bides his time
The cock just sits there and bides his time

Spring brings in the lambing time
School days over in summer time
We bring in the harvest at autumn time
But winter is cold at the slaughter time
Winter is cold at the slaughter time

We will grow old before our time
We will taste sorrow and bitter wine
We will bring the crops in until the day that we die
We will feed the swine

The power of authority is thine
The power of the Lord is mine
The harvest fails when God is unkind
He will punish us and we will cry
He will punish us and we will cry

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Land of the Dinosaur
LAND OF THE DINOSAUR

Here amongst the memories
That belong to yesterday
The monolithic metal beasts
No longer rule the waves
The ruins of a greater age
Lie strewn across wasteland
The dinosaurs are now extinct
Their bones rust in the sand

The timbers burned
The wheels have turned
The ships have sailed away
Yet the dinosaurs stand tall and proud
In the graveyard that remains

See the greatness now expired
In the hearts and lives of men
Monuments of men
Monumental men
And their epitaph shall be:
'They walked on water
They parted the waters
Until the seas of power engulfed them'

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Shot at Dawn
SHOT AT DAWN

See the white crosses at the top of the hill
Where foreign winds do blow
The chill air is haunting and all is still
Where the ghosts do gently moan
Young Tommy Atkins is with them
He never reached his eighteenth year
It broke his poor mother's heart in two
She never saw her young son again

Mary Johnson would never wed
Through the passing of long years
Yet the saddest grief must surely fade
After long and bitter tears
But young Tommy Atkins stole her heart
To take wherever he did go
And he lies in a field forgotten now
Far away from where the flowers of England do grow

With the eyes and ears of history
Can we judge both king and pawn
And can we point the finger of guilt
At the graves of those who were shot at dawn

Tommy Atkins was a daring soul
As brave as any man
But a scapegoat cannot defend itself
When it's made to carry the can
The disease was never diagnosed
He was marched out in the early dawn
And did they hide the disgrace of cowards
When they had him shot at dawn

Does the conscience of kings
Hide a brotherhood of thieves
That plucked the rose from the thorn
Can we wipe the blood from those fingers
That had flowers of England shot at dawn

Now the swelling pride of history
Casts a shadow over graves
Where flowers once bloomed and took the wind
But now the winds have changed
A fabled path of glory
Long trodden carries on
Remembering those who gave their lives
While condemning those shot at dawn

"So praise the heroes yea none but the brave
Three cheers for our favourite sons
A blood red poppy for a red English rose
And a curse on those cowards who were shot at dawn"

Is the simple question of life and death
One we can all understand
And will the question be ringing in your ears
"For what died the flowers of England?"

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Three Rivers
THREE RIVERS

An old man once told me a story
Of three rivers running through this land of mine
And men who would die to feed their loved ones
Now the work is all gone the rivers run clear again
And who would believe they've seen three rivers running clear

Who am I well I'll tell you I'm Jack Robson
And I'd cut you down with words as well as blows
I used to make the steel down at the foundry
Now it's gone the steel is rust the furnace cold
I had a wife and bairns who felt my kindness
And my belt and my rage when hard times came
They left one day to look for something better
I wonder if they found it

If the wounds upon my body had been money
If the tears I've shed for you had all been gold
If the times that I've been drunk had all been diamonds
Would the love you had for me have been so cold

I'm a welder by trade my name is Wilson
And I built the ships that fought my country's wars
I'd take my lad to see the game at Roker
Where he would dream of being captain of the team
To score a goal and get a winner's medal
And hold the cup for everyone to see
His sisters used to sing of Bobby Shaftoe
And what he'd do when he came home from sea

Those who knew me they all would call me Tommy
A geordie collier to the core
Unsung hero of this country
Who never went away to fight a war
Fought my battles down there at the coal face
Two thousand feet below my home
Until a wiser man said "Tom the war is over
There's nothing left for you now go on home"

What's my name it really doesn't matter
I'm the eyes now blinded by hot steel
I'm the hands all bloody black and broken
I'm the ears that heard the last ship leave
I'm the father crying for his children
I'm the husband begging to his wife
I'm the voice of doubt and fear politicians never hear
As three rivers run on silent to the sea

(lyrics: Mick Tyas / music: Gary Miller)
Track Name: Lead Them to Their Graves
LEAD THEM TO THEIR GRAVES

The moon is up the stars are out
You're in your shining tower
And love is shining down on you
From its heavenly bower
But the man in the moon will come too soon
Destroying all he saves
And you'll catch a falling star tonight
As you lead them to their graves

Bite the hand that feeds
Are the words you know so well
Yet you fight the hand that bleeds
In your self made living hell
Your love has withered down the years
Yet theirs grows with the days
And you'll reap their crop until they drop
As you lead them to their graves

A million tears count the years
From your cradle to their graves
On faces once so beautiful
Which love could not have saved
Do the flowers of romance still touch their hearts
Do they yearn for days now past
Will they bloom again in their twilight years
Or will they just fade away

The moon is up the stars are out
You're in your shining tower
Yet the architects have failed you
Their work has never flowered
A deep dungeon hides the greatest gift
Once beheld by eyes now glazed
Will they finally free what they long to see
As you lead them to their graves

As you lead them to their graves
As you lead them to their graves

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Rime of the Not-so-Ancient Mariner
RIME OF THE NOT-SO-ANCIENT MARINER

When the mariner sailed the ocean wide
With freedom in his sails
His hair was radiant with pearls of stars
As he searched for untold tales
From his bow all crystal clear
Big fish swam before his eyes
But as the wind ruffled his shining air
They saw through his disguise

The glittering stars were in his eyes
The sun and moon your slaves
You held the whole world in your hands
But now you've lowered your sails

Your clear skies were a sapphire blue
Your rivals' skies were grey
The race was won if you had known
Why did you delay
The seven seas denied your quest
To win Poseidon's crown
Maidens fair cursed you in despair
As you failed to win renown

Dark streets shone as you walked on
All carpeted in gold
Bedecked in jewels of dazzling hue
A treasure for your hold
But your mistresses are the masters now
Your raiment turned to grey
The stars went out now no sun shines
The sparkle's gone away

Now all that glitters isn't gold
Now all the secrets have been told
The sailors have all returned home
Adventurous hearts have turned to stone
Now as you sit and count your gold
They were all lies those stories told
Safe and sound and lost at home
An ancient curse turned you to stone

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Brandon, Browney and Boyne
BRANDON, BROWNEY AND BOYNE

I was born a miner's son
And a miner's son I'll die
My memories have lived with me
I'll think of them in time
I dreamed about a river flowing
Swiftly brown and blue
And it broke my heart to feel the start
Of remembrance breaking through

The beck became a river
And it's course reflected my life
It broke no banks; it broke no rules
As it meandered out of sight
I felt it's magic in my heart
It's growing pains and joy
My life was linked by heart and soul
To Brandon, Browney and Boyne

The haunting greyness of my father's house
Was the haven of my youth
It taught me all that I now hold dear
Both the illusions and the truth
Now the childhood dreams and the house have gone
Like my past, the past is pulled down
Yet the river keeps flowing ever on
Through Brandon, Browney and Boyne

Times may have changed, yet the river remains
Though it's course has strayed down through the years
And in the hard times of my life
It's washed away all of the tears
I've walked the shadows of my heart
And crossed swords with all that I've loved
And held my desires a lifetime away
I've chained myself with blood

I've grown into a bitter man
Whose life's now stained with hate
I've lost faith in my fellow man
And I'm closeted within my fate
If solitude was my rise and fall
I'd throw it all away now
And then I'd leave to return and stay
In Brandon, Browney and Boyne

This river and land have felt the hand
Of many a generation's toil
The land-locked blood of brotherhood
Flows through Brandon, Browney and Boyne
Now I'll take the road that others tread
I'll see you down the line
And I'll meet you where the river ends
In Brandon, Browney and Boyne

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: See the Whippet Run
SEE THE WHIPPET RUN

I was born and bred into a race of skill
It's the drug that gives me speed and thrills
With a never ceasing heat in my heart and brain
To give me the power of a speeding train

See the whippet run
Watch it leap the highest hurdles
Run rabbit run
Keep on heading down that track
See the whippet run
As it hurtles to the finish line
Racing past your train and never looking back

There's many a pleasure and delight
In being the victor through another man's plight
I can see the gold at the rainbow's end
So carry me up as the gods descend

This race has led me to grief and woe
And brought me to arms against friend and foe
Yet the fire still burns as bright as before
I can win this race and a thousand more

(lyrics: Gary Miller / music: Glenn Miller)
Track Name: Epitaph and Lament for the Setting Sons
EPITAPH AND LAMENT FOR THE SETTING SONS

The sacred hearts have crumbled
The black crow is on the wing
The sun has set on Easington
The Tempest was in Vane
And the setting sons are tempered
By the rising flames again
And as a frost descends in winter
They melt the coldest stone

The feast is left uneaten
No banquet comes to town
No roast is spitted on the fire
Unburned and underground
We dug a million tunnels
We shouldered through the gloom
And we shouldered arms with hands on hearts
As we forged a living tomb

Now who will scale the mountains
That rise up from the ground
Who will climb the ladders
As they sink without a sound
Who will build foundations
Now that we are gone
Where is the rock that stops the tide
Beneath the setting sun

(lyrics: Gary Miller / music: Gary Miller / Glenn Miller)
Track Name: Pitman Tom
PITMAN TOM

Well I know of this little old gadgie
You can call him Pitman Tom
With lots of bairns and an indomitable thirst
How could the bugger go wrong?
Not so tall, bow-legged an' all
He looked a little bit frail
But stick a tanner in his pocket
And he was ready for his ale

He was down the pit at the age of nine
His brother carried him to work
And the first thing he could remember
Was sitting in the dark
Now the coal dust made him thirsty
And inspired him to verse
So he sold his songs so that all night long
He could satisfy his thirst

His glory was his pen
His muse was a mug of ale
His wit was as sharp as a knife in the dark
How could the bugger fail?
His legs were made of rubber
His hands were made of clay
His throat was made of sawdust
But his words were made to stay

One day he went to the co-op
But ended up in Durham Gaol
He nicked a pair of stockings
And the judge refused him bail
He said "Tom why did you nick 'em?"
And he answered in reply
"I'll never see another pair of bow-legged leggings
Until the day I die"

But now the bugger's gone
And buried in his grave
And all the folks from 'round about
Never recognise his name
But if he was alive today
He'd write them all a song
About that silly old gadgie
By the name of Pitman Tom

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Digging for Victory
DIGGING FOR VICTORY

I always felt I could go it alone
Didn't need anyone to say I was wrong
Right all the time was my favourite line
I could write a book about it now

Friendship came and friendship went
Like the devil collecting unpaid rent
Growing fat on appreciation of myself
I never knew love and it never knew me

So close the door behind you
There's coal upon the fire
See you when I see you
Tonight I'm bloody tired
But I'll be digging for victory
While you're snuggled up in bed
And while I'm thinking of tomorrow
Will you think of me instead

Take these coals to Newcastle
For that's all you mean to me
And hold that light up higher
While I dig for victory

Just don't ask to join me
For I'm standing on my own
Where the shadows lengthen on the hearth
And the sad winds howl and moan

So here's one for the morning
And here's one for me
Will you toast this master plan of mine
That's going to set us free

Will you come at last to see me
Will you mourn when I come to die
Will your love reach out to touch me
And hold me as I cry

So close the door behind you
There's coal upon the fire
See you when I see you
Tonight I'm bloody tired
But I'll be digging for victory
While you're snuggled up in bed
And while I'm thinking of tomorrow
Will you think of me instead

The door's now closed behind you
There's no warmth from the fire
Tonight I'd love to see you
Even if you're tired
I've stopped digging for victory
Now I'm snuggled up in bed
And I don't think about tomorrow
I just long for you instead

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: House and Home [Bonus Track]
HOUSE AND HOME

The chill of winter's icy blast
Brings the Ghost of Christmas Past
At this time of family
Will my loved ones think of me?

A friendly visit never goes amiss
And my mistletoe will accept a kiss
From those who fear to tread my door
And remind me of the times before

My savings are all in the poet
To cheer them as they carve the roast
I may not have their luxury feed
But all their love is all I need

And when the chill is in my bones
I may not be here when next Christmas comes
And when all is said and one
Will you love me when I'm gone

Well how are you? Long time no see
I hear you're married with a child of three
Maybe one day I'll meet him yet
And we'll share the times that we have left

The biscuits are a kind return
For all the years that I have yearned
To be a full part of your lives
But no charity can buy my pride

And when the chill is in my bones
I may not be here when next Christmas comes
And when all is said and one
Will you love me when I'm gone

And as I sit here all alone
I may not be here when next Christmas comes
When the Ghost of Christmas Future calls
Will you cherish house and home?

(Gary Miller)
Track Name: Dol-Li-A (1994 Single Version) [Bonus Track]
DOL-LI-A

It's fresh I come down Sandgate Street
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
My best friends here to meet
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

Dolly Coxon's pawned her shirt
Dol-li, Dol-Li
To ride upon a baggage cart
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

The green cuffs have gone away
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
That will be a crying day
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

The black cuffs are coming in
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
That will make the lasses sing
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
Track Name: Dol-Li-A (1994 Extended Mix) [Bonus Track]
DOL-LI-A

It's fresh I come down Sandgate Street
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
My best friends here to meet
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

Dolly Coxon's pawned her shirt
Dol-li, Dol-Li
To ride upon a baggage cart
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

The green cuffs have gone away
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
That will be a crying day
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

The black cuffs are coming in
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
That will make the lasses sing
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
Track Name: Dol-Li-A (1994 A Capella Mix) [Bonus Track]
DOL-LI-A

It's fresh I come down Sandgate Street
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
My best friends here to meet
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

Dolly Coxon's pawned her shirt
Dol-li, Dol-Li
To ride upon a baggage cart
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

The green cuffs have gone away
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
That will be a crying day
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

The black cuffs are coming in
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
That will make the lasses sing
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A

(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)