We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Farewell to Albion

by Pale Roses

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
TURN THE SCREW Lovely children tell me no lies, 'Cause I am wise enough to know! The truth may be a thorny prize But I'm sick of this shadow show, Turn the screw, turn! There's a lady on the lakeshore, And a bad man at the window, They shouldn't be there any more They should be floating in Limbo, Turn the screw, turn! Wicked children, leave me alone, I adored you but now I'm scared, You've got blue eyes and hearts of stone, You don't deserve the love I shared, Turn the screw, turn!
2.
ROAD OF SCARECROWS Once upon a moonless midnight, I was wandering with a shroud on To fill the passers-by with fright In the foggy lanes of London. Once in Bedlam they locked me up And even threw away the key, They put conium in my tea cup, But Socrates was dumber than me. Oh oh oh on the road of scarecrows From Springheeled Jack to Slenderman, We're a league of jokers by trade, Having fun whenever we can And most of the time, no blood is shed I never lost control, I swear Jack the ripper, it wasn't me, Though I like to have fine clothes to tear And a bit of filthy company Oh oh oh on the road of scarecrows Once upon a full moon midnight, I was roaming across the moor My wolfskin on, ready to bite, (It started with the girl next door) I'm going up on Bröcken hill On the night known as Walpurgis, To meet the one I loved until She got in the business of curses Oh oh oh on the road of scarecrows There's a golem bathing in the sun, God, I'd rather not mess with him, My Reaper's costume scares no one, He wouldn't know I'm bloody grim! I never sold my soul, I swear, Dr Faustus, it wasn't me, The ones I harmed are very rare, The ones I healed are many Oh oh oh on the road of scarecrows
3.
John Silence 03:09
JOHN SILENCE Inspired by Algernon Blackwood Invaders from beyond, beware! Nemesis of fire, cool down! Here is someone you cannot scare, John Silence is back in town. Through a broken stained glass window, Did you see them round the altar, Falling back as he advanced? John Silence doesn't falter. How did he manage to escape With a hellhound on his trail? No one else could have made it, Will John Silence ever fail? If we hear whispers in the dark, Or spy a strange phenomenon, Who are we going to call now, 'Cause John Silence is gone?
4.
JOHNNY BARTENDALE (A TRUE STORY) Here's Johnny Bartendale, Whose face is ghastly pale, He's got mud on his clothes, He's got worms in his nose. He was taken to the gallow's pole then he was laid down in a shallow hole, Without a prayer, without a tear, In the Earth to disappear. From his grave he was rescued By a man from Hazlewood, Judged again but how could we Condemn a man that God had forgiven and set free He was a piper by trade, But that was not his only crime, The hangman said he was dead But the Lord decided it wasn't time Where's Johnny, who can tell ? He didn't die and go to hell! Where's Johnny, who can tell Why he didn't die and go to hell? From his grave he was rescued By a man from Hazlewood, Judged again but how could we Condemn a man that God had forgiven and set free
5.
PETER PAN Peter Pan is in a trench, thinking about Tinkerbell, You don't have to grow up, boys, to go down to hell. A March Hare on a wire, a mad hatter by his side, They cried for a cup of tea just before they died. Mina Harker is a nurse, not a faint-hearted one, But she's never seen such a river of blood run. Spring heeled Jack is shell shocked, so is mister Hyde, They cried for a glass of wine just before they died.
6.
100 YEARS AGO In the graveyard we shall meet, In the November moonlight, With our brothers beneath our feet Until the end of the night. We will drink some wine and brandy And curse the storm of steel That took the lives of too many And left us wounds that cannot heal. In the graveyard we shall stay, When the ceremony's over, And watch the ghosts go away, Floating back to Dover. On the frontline we first met, In a mist of mustard gas, From sunrise to sunset, We were butchered en masse. You know, the tides may turn, And there's a truth in every dream. Even the gods of war may learn That we are stronger than we seem. Fallen leaves and briars, In this graveyard we all know, We were commanded by liars, A hundred years ago.

about

It’s been 7 years since Pale Roses came to light. Now it’s time to return to obscurity. Our final release Farewell To Albion is a 6-track EP only available on our bandcamp page. The title says it all, “Albion” because all 6 songs are firmly rooted in “dark Brittanica”, inspired by Henry James or Algernon Blackwood, and featuring characters such as Peter Pan or Spring-heeled Jack; “Farewell”, well, we don’t really mean Pale Roses are gone forever, but we just wish to launch our new project Dragon-Lune, a doom-folk (if that's possible) bass/drum duet, with French lyrics focused on esoterism and “fantastic realism”. So thanks to all who followed and helped us through these 7 years, Farewell To Albion is free for you to download, and keep an eye on Dragon-Lune in the months to come.

credits

released January 18, 2016

Pale Roses are :
Arnaud Spitz : guitar, bass, flute and voice
Benoit Sangoi : sounds & percussions

Mixed and Mastered by Benoit S in Doom with a view studio
Artwork by R.Apallec ( www.reneapallec.com )

Pale Roses exclusively uses Mayones Basses and Skull Strings

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Pale Roses Lorient, France

on the dark side of folk

contact / help

Contact Pale Roses

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

Pale Roses recommends:

If you like Pale Roses, you may also like: