Howard Werth - Acoustic guitar,banjo, lead vocals
Keith Gemmel - Saxes, all woodwind
Tony Connor - Drums, percussion, piano
Trevor Williams - Bass guitar, vocals
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Side One
Nothing You Do
Belladonna Moonshine *YouTube
It Brings A Tear *YouTube
Raid *YouTube
Side Two
Right On Their Side
Ebony Variations
Priestess
Friend's, Friend's, Friend *YouTube
Nothing you do could make me feel towards you
What you obviously feel towards me
Nothing I hear from you is more than a mere excuse
Confirming my every fear
And that's that even if dogs could fly that you and I
Never could however hard we try
Get things back together then do all the little things again
We did before the gulf became too wide
Nothing you do can make your words appear true
Too consistent were your lies to me
Nothing you say could mean the same things again
You're no good and that's all I'll believe
Belladonna Moonshine
Werth,Williams
Jeremiah Cade though a singer by trade
He couldn't sing a note without the liquor he made
He could never make it big 'til the night he took a swig
From his homebrewed Belladonna Moonshine
At the start of his show from behind his banjo
He's take out a bottle and he'd drink it down slow
Then he'd sing like a choir and his strings'd catch fire
From his home brewed Belladonna Moonshine
Where Jeremiah went was the biggest event
That the people ever saw , it was money well spent
They'd travel from afar, Jeremiah was a star
On his home brewed Belladonna Moonshine
Everybody cried when Jeremiah died
A bottle and his banjo lyin' at his side
The cause was the same as the cause of his fame
It was home brewed Belladonna Moonshine
Jeremiah's gone but his song's live on
Cos he's got em all singin' up in Kingdom Come
But St Peter at the gate made him promise not to make
Any home brewed Belladonna Moonshine
It Brings A Tear
Werth,Williams
Darkness all around and not a sound
Look what I've found, a sad old clown
Then my favourite toy, when just a boy
His magic voice, now there's no noise
I was happy then, when I was ten
But as I grew, my problems too
Work another day, the usual way
I'm bound to say, I cannot stay
Now, after all these years, the atmosphere's
So crystal clear, it brings a tear
The moon was bright above the bay
Our blood ran cold at what we saw
Upon the sea a fleet did lay
A score of Viking craft or more
We watched the Nordic devils land
And fought the battle on the shore
Our dead soon lay upon the sand
The Danes had won this bloody war
Vikings, they came
Vikings, they've slain
Vikings, they came
Vikings, they've slain
Put us in chains
We sailed the world in Viking ships
Doomed to life upon the waves
Unless the helmsman cracks his whip
And kills another Celtic slave
Right On Their Side
Werth, Williams
High in the hills our Palace stood so bold
We'd drink our fill from challices of gold
Oh, then we'd ride through the night, fight the foe, overthrow
We had right on our side
And from his throne the King of England's son
This man alone united all as one
Oh, he'd inspire, words of fire, glory sought, death was nought
We had right on our side
We laughed though knowing death was near
Forgetting wives and children dear
And hoping that our friends would see
How well we killed the enemy
We bloodied ruthless every sword
Each dedicated to our Lord
And tortured captives with no mind
To victims' widows left behind
Ebony Variations
Werth, Williams,connor, Gemmel, Connor
Instrumental
Bathed in moonlight, devil worshippers chanting
Throughout the night music grew ever haunting
High on her throne, Satan seated beside her
Face cold as stone, Prince of Darkness to guide her
Priestess, priestess
Priestess, priestess
Merciless, Merciless
Murderess, Murderess
Poor helpless child brought unto Devil's daughter
Crowd's eyes went wild, eager to see the torture
Laid at her feet, stretched across marble altar
Ritual complete, drew her sword for the slaughter
The night was plagued by storms
People came in swarms
Trying to keep warm
All to the house of the Overlord
Through the night they came
Came for food and game
The poor, weak, the lame
All to the house of the Overlord
All through the year they would work and they'd sweat
And wait for the time of the year
Wait for the time when the man from the mansion
Would open his house and appear
Wealthy and regal, inviting the people
To sit at the tables and dine
Drinking their health he would serve them himself
With his music, his food and his wine
Friend's, Friend's, Friend
Werth, Williams
I had a friend who had a friend that knew a man
Who didn't look unlike Toulouse Lautrec
And every chance he'd get this man would play his Pipes of Pan
Invoking scenes that no-one could forget
The one dreary day the man began to play
And the greyness of the day just blew away
And as he stood there in a trance
The people all around began to dance
And as they listened every trace
Of lines of care were gone from every face
Then came something strange the piper's tune began to change
And broke the spell that held the village folk
Al lof those who saw declared there was a man no more
As all around him grew a misted cloak
Though the music played the man was seen to fade
And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke
And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke
And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke
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