At Sunset

by Robin Elliott

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    Robin Elliott's 3rd EP, featuring three original songs plus a forth mainly original reworking of a traditional song.
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Robin Elliott's 3rd EP, featuring three original songs and a largely original reworking of a traditional song.
Download includes three bonus tracks.

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released June 23, 2017

Robin Elliott - voice and guitar

Tracks 1, 2, and 3 written by Robin Elliott
Track 4 written by Robin Elliott/traditional
Track 5 written by Bert Jansch, with lyrics and music adapted and written by Robin Elliott
Track 6 written by Nick Drake
Track 7 written by Leonard Cohen

Produced by Ben Walker
Mastering by Mike Hillier
Artwork design by Chris Timoney
Photograph by Robin Elliott

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Robin Elliott is a songwriter and singer hailing from the North West of England.

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Track Name: At Sunset
there's a door that's always open to anyone who can't resist
the lure of being over with and freed from all you'd wished
and you write that note inside your head, step out into the mist
saying loneliness is all there is

I don't know if you can see me it's so dark here all the time
I believed my eyes were open but it could be that I am blind
and anything I think I know turns out is just my state of mind
and loneliness is all there is

I don't know if you can hear me I might be talking to myself
I might be all alone in here there might be no-one else
it could be that I'm the only person ever to have felt
that loneliness is all there is

but I'll take your word if you'll take mine and hand in hand we'll go
to places where the people meet like rivers in the roads
and perhaps we'll both be wondering how many of them know
that loneliness is all there is

streaming starlings tumble-turning, never touching wings
a changing cloud of thoughts you're thinking caught up in the wind
you might find at sunset that you cannot lay your heart to rest
but you'll never be alone in loneliness
Track Name: Lean Times
lean times are on their way
gonna be a lot more work
at lot less play
gonna be here now any day
lean times are on their way

when men like me aren't hard to find
who've never done a days work in our lives
we're gonna be the last ones of our kind
ain't going to make it through no lean times

maybe you've got a lot of things to say
you've been around the world on holiday
your mother lived till she was old and grey
but lean times are on their way

lean times are on their way
maybe tomorrow if not today
nothing that's here is ever here to stay
lean times are on their way

and if you made it through then what you did was right
who's there to argue with the winners of the fight
but stick around, Punchy, and you might find
that you ain't seen the last of lean times

maybe we will all fly off some day
climb in our ships and sail away, hey-hey
and try our luck on airless rocks in space
but from yourself I fear there's no escape

lean times are on their way
take two steps towards it and one away
as long as you're living you're never safe
lean times are on their way

man keeps on trying to survive
keeps living all the time that he can stay alive
the time that he can't stay alive is the time he dies
but if he ain't died he's going to keep on trying

and if I have a child someday I'm going to say
you'd best not make mistakes that I have made
but the advice has always been the same
and goddamn kids don't ever change

lean times are on their way
take two steps forwards and you're one step away
nothing that's here is ever here to stay, but
lean times are on their way
Track Name: William V
in 1982 they tore me from my mother's womb
who knows the meaning who knows the why
but I never looked into her living eyes

like my dad and my granddad both before me
and my great- and my great-great- one, so they did say
they called me William for joke or for wish
named like the new-born prince William V

mum lay so quiet and cold in her bed
as her brown eyes so sweetly rolled back in her head
like his father before him dad could not be found
he fucked off and only his name stuck around

here I am in the doorway, Billy the V
hail, hail, hear the bells ringing
keep that mutt away from me
hail, hail, the king, the king

good people were George and Elizabeth Baptiste
took me in for an orphan before I'd cut teeth
took me into their home and into their arms
in Tottenham town, on the Broadwater Farm

to the Broadwater Farm estate, Tottenham town
in '85 came the riots and our door it came down
cop clubbed Georgie Baptiste plumb on the skull bone
and they carted me off to the council care home

where the superintendent said, when I arrived
“I run a tight ship so you'd best toe the line”
but I would not tow anything and I cursed his name
and I played merry hell until I ran away

well I woke up this morning and I could not stand
hail, hail, hear the bells ringing
this old body of mine won't obey my commands
hail, hail, the king the king

“life isn't fair, Bill – you get what you get”
well that's easy to say but it's tough to accept
“if you try hard you can make it in our meritocracy”
that's just a way to excuse laying into the weak

who knows the meaning who knows the why
but it's true when they say nothing's fair about life
back in '97 poor William, my friend
he lost his own mum in a car accident

I was down by the river, age of 15
the police came and swept us all off of the streets
and a carpet of flowers and wreaths was laid down
I stole flowers for my mother, and then I felt proud

and the years struggled by
and oh how the nation's been mourning
until today, which is the day
that my namesake is proudly crowned king

here I lie, my life flashing in front of my eyes
I didn't realise they made you sit through this shit twice

here I lie in a doorway, old Billy V
hail, hail, hear the bells ringing
and dogs come up sniffing and snapping round me
hail, hail, hear the bells ring
maybe if I was strong, maybe if I'd tried
hail, hail, hear the bells ringing
but I'm old and I'm weak maybe here I will die
hail, hail, the king, the king
Track Name: Poor Murdered Woman
they were bouncers who found her out training their dogs
in the grey drizzle evening with their black bombers on
the dogs went for something out on the common
and they found a piece of that poor murdered woman

the news crews and cameramen soon all turned up
the poor murdered woman was each place you looked
with official statements and what locals said
some cold and some violence in everyone's head

she can stand in for the pain that I feel
or some other darkness my anger reveals
the prettiest killing, the poor murdered woman
the person is gone but the picture is hung

to look at her somehow she's always downhill
she never got level, now she never will
down through the mist the corpses roll away
but the image the poor murdered woman remains

it was Yankey the squire, as I've heard men say
who rode out a-hunting on one Saturday
they rode out a hunting but nothing they found
but a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground