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.
    Download includes three bonus cover versions and adaptations.
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1.
At Sunset 03:16
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
2.
Lean Times 03:19
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
3.
William V 05:14
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
4.
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

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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 London, UK

Extraordinary songwriter and performer.

Funnier and more self-deprecating than this makes me sound.

Forthcoming album There is a Land is awash with novel narrative strategies and novelty Brexit tunes.

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