Poison and Rapture

by Greg Mitchell

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PLEASE NOTE- THE PHYSICAL COPY OF THE ALBUM IS STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION, SO BEAR WITH ME!

This album is the sum total of my experiences- my town, my city, the music I love, fears, loves, politics, and what it is to be alive at this point in time. This album was made when I was finally ready; when the sounds and words in my head could be made real, and when I had the skills to play everything that needed to be played!

You cannot buy dedication to see your album truly become the best it can be, you can only hope that people are carried along with it…in that sense I was very fortunate!

A lot of time was spent in a basement studio laughing, editing, fine tuning, and generally constructing, so I need to firstly thank three people without which this album would truly never have been made, and certainly not well.

credits

released June 23, 2017

Produced, engineered & mixed by Paul Walmsley & Matt Appleton 2016. Recorded at Dungeon Studios, Lancaster, England, U.K. 2016

Band:

Greg Mitchell- Vocals and words, Lead guitar, slide, bass, acoustic guitars, rhythm guitars, arrangements.

Iain Stanley- rhythm guitars, bass, writer and arranger- Absinthe Trail.

BIG THANKS:
Paul Walmsley- superb guy, great producer, occasional mind reader, bringer of wine.
Matt Appleton- great drummer/producer/ all round musician, lovely bloke, patience- endless.
Iain Stanley ‘Pat Smear’ - he of mighty crunching sounds. The ‘Groove Cement’, help with arrangements, and the general comradeship. I doff my hat sir.

Icepops: Clem, Silent Mark, Stephie, and Benni- Thanks for all the laughs we had, schooling me in live playing, and taking a chance on me…

Thanks to my family and friends…much love to all.

Turn up loud, enjoy…

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Track Name: Flesh Blood and Weakness
Flesh, Blood, and Weakness

Hooked by a smile
Her Blue eyed sweetness
Never to be
Hid so in meekness
Biting my tongue
Flesh, blood...and weakness

Only a look
Undone by swiftness
A Fragile heart
With you as its weakness
I felt riches
Well She felt cheapness
I’m just, Flesh, blood…and weakness

Hooked, as I was
Uniquely, Now untrue
Oh, Lying to myself
Just to be...
Wanted by you

She was sweet
And so blameless
Chameleon colours
Forever resistance
Oceans apart,
Yours, so flawless
I’m just, Flesh, blood... and weakness

Sewn together
With bittersweetness
Never to know,
Thoughts that bear witness
So very tired ,
And yet so sleepless
I’m just, Flesh, blood...and weakness

Hooked, as I was
Uniquely, Now untrue
Lying to myself
Just to be... Wanted by you
Track Name: Here's To Love
Here’s To Love

Good ones, are taken
The bad ones, so cold
The worst ones
wn your very soul
Got a shield
A core of darkness
Leads my way
Through, the heartless

Fates
A cruel mistress
Chasing each other
In darkness
More wisdom
Written on concrete walls
Yet never finding
That love at all


After her
Never was the same
The chancers at the bar
Raise glasses
And proclaim
Here’s to love
Sure leaves scars

Played
Second fiddle
To him
Here come,
Many tiny violins
Fetch your coat
And your sins
It leads my way
Through, the heartless

After her
Never was the same
The chancer’s at the bar
Raise glasses and proclaim
Here’s to love
Leaving scars
Track Name: Broken Kingdom
Broken kingdom

Still are the streets
Water is now
deeper
Dark clouds breaking
Air is now
Thinner

I’m the victor
In a contest
With no winner
Crowned
To exp-loit
This broken kingdom
BROKEN KINGDOM

Bitter, second hand
Stolen acid lands
Bridges to be burnt
Factories now so,
Empty

I’m the victor
In a contest
With no winner
Crowned
To exploit
His broken kingdom
BROKEN KINGDOM

Taken for granted
Safe under
My Feet
Air in my lungs
They were crowned
For a
BROKEN KINGDOM

I’m the victor
In a contest
With no winner
Crowned
To exploit
This broken kingdom
BROKEN KINGDOM
Track Name: The Message
The Message

Many miles
Occasional crashes
Maps, sunglasses
And molasses
Black coffee
No fear is distant
‘Cause cold hearts
Burn indifferent

Don’t ask me
If I’m free
I’ll be better when I can
Heart on sleeve
Fraying
To be a different man

Off to the border
To be reborn
Or be forgotten
In the dawn
Cause the radio has
Advice for listeners
Says a vicious heart’s
Good for business

Trapped in the wreck,
Of the old 85
You’ll be lucky to ever stay alive
‘Cause the TV with
Advice for viewers
Will never tell,
And will not lead us

Lights that shine,
trapped in subsistence
Waves of feeling,
Rising insistent
Cause the radio has,
Advice for listeners
Electrifies, even the decent

Don’t ask me
If I’m free
I’ll be better when I can
Heart on sleeve
Fraying
To be a different man
Track Name: Dreams of Caledonia
Dreams of Caledonia

Shaking off,
The years of fear
Words,
Best left in seas
To wash off
All regret,
A promise
Left to me

Had a dream
Of the cold
No terror
That void in me
Alone I stand
With my thoughts
Deeds, best left to seas

Searching heaven
Takes it’s toll
A simple lack of art
I need some saint
To drown the worst
To save my better parts

Water
Fresh on my skin
No need for any loving
Found myself
Content replete
Wading deep
Into nothing

Searching heaven
Takes it’s toll
A simple lack of art
I need some saint
To drown the worst
To save my better parts
Track Name: I'll Get Mine
I’ll Get Mine

Empty souls
Dreams big
I’ll get mine
Steal it
Plant so deep
Vain seeds

scraping
Low lives
Making
Fall once
Now you

Cannot help
Afford it
But I’ll get mine
I’ll Steal it
Consume it all
And change it

Bowing
Scraping
Dirty lives
Making
Scraping
Dirty lives
Making
Fall once,
Now you

When you began
You needed it
You took yours
Now empty
Plant so deep
Vain seeds

All the gold
Is vacant
You took yours
Change it
Family gone
Now strangers
Track Name: Gutter Press
The Gutter Press

Gutter press stealing
Dig a hole
And blame the spade
Masters of concealing
Uses, Wires, and fuses

Words stripped of meaning
Twisted mouths sneering
Finessed, and deceiving
Uses, Wires, and fuses

No kings of virtue
No Seekers of truth,
Now covered faces
From the heartless gutter press

Lost stubborn facts
So warped by hacks
Stripped of human feeling
Uses, Wires and fuses

Pictures showing riches
Taken by the snitches
Invented, and twisted
Uses, Wires, and fuses

No kings of virtue
No Seekers of truth
Now covered faces
From the heartless gutter press
Track Name: This City
This City

standing beside no-one
A city on the hill
Buzzing and droning
Late, lonely homes
Sirens, and silence
Bridges, off license

Dreams of the castle
To guard me sleeping
Would tower blocks hide
What I held inside
Did I think
They ever would?

This city’s seen
My gates and walls
It hid a garden growing
You never found
Whats inside
Cold shoulders
Always turning

Here in this city
Shattered northern hearts
Slurs of the drunken
Houses taken apart
Grace, and beauty
These streets ring

Reaching my home
Memories fly past
Time never waits
Lovers, then cots
Those firecrackers
And baubles

This city’s seen
My gates and walls
It hid a garden growing
You never found
Whats inside
Cold shoulders
Always turning