17th Century Japanese Aviary

by Inti Rowland

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Recorded in six days in a converted chapel in the Scottish Highlands, '17th Century Japanese Aviary' is the debut album from Inti Rowland, featuring an accompanying string quartet, brass and percussion .

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released April 13, 2015

Inti Rowland: Vocals, Guitar & Harmonica
Sam Rowe: Cello, Drums & Backing Vocals
Megan Jenkins: Violin, Dulcimer & Backing Vocals
Evie O'Driscoll: Cello, Musical Saw & Backing Vocals
Angie Rance: Fluglehorn, Cornet & Backing Vocals
Jackson Dimiglio-Wood: Bass Guitar

Recording/Mixing Engineer: Jackson Dimiglio-Wood
Mastering Engineer: Mike Hillier

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Track Name: Mongolian Hunters
Bite your tongue, the summers butterflies have come;
And behold my lover you'll sail, on the road over hill;
And there you will have your fill;
There is a story to build;
And I, will open and yield;
Don't be scared, scared;
Distance is character building;
Like mongolian hunters scaling;
This time will come, and go with the wind;
And I, I will hold on tight, and bear you with all of my might;
And there is a story to build;
And I, will open and yield;
Don't be scared, scared;
And this high wire love;
Shall make our time easy passing;
Maps of the world build memories;
Be sure to look over your shoulders.
Track Name: The Ballad Of The Ballroom Ghost
Steady your shaken bones that wonder the rivers;
Ship wrecks adorned with torn sails that need not quiver;
You are conquered by;
A winter scattered with chasms for miles;
Longing is cornered by, thieves taken with glitter;
I've stolen your shoe laces, you have not right to be a quitter;
You are conquered by;
A winter scattered with chasms for miles.
Track Name: Summer Swallows
Breathless, you made your heart known;
Silence cast shadows over your moans;
Gracefully you became my queen;
And I'll live as your protector;
If it's the last thing I'll ever be;
Let's not talk of the days we've lost;
For you and I were busy growing;
Just perch yourself on the end of your bed;
And count the hours moving;
And you're here, here, here, here
Heartbroken, summer swallows gather in teams;
Spinning over, lustful and joyous themes;
Loneliness is my commodity;
It's inevitable It'll disperse like the tides of the sea;
Let's not talk of the days we've lost;
For you and I were busy growing;
Just perch yourself on the end of your bed;
And count the hours moving;
And you're here, here, here, here.
Track Name: 17th Century Japanese Aviary
Cries on the forecast, the weather beats the downcast,
In these times of uncertainty, I'll bestow a 17th century japanese aviary
To calm the nerves
After a while notes no longer you utter
The oceans crashes rattle through our shutters
Flashes of colour, imprisoned within the wires,
The gates will fall to the floor and into the thicket you will soar
Birds of the aviary, you are free, we are happy
After a while notes no longer you utter
The oceans crashes rattle through our shutters
Track Name: Beaten, Battered, But Bold
Beaten, Battered, but bold;
Eyes on the prize;
A cigarette franchise;
Suitcases for flight;
The window frames warp in the winter;
They cannot stay straight;
I will not reiterate;
The signposts are in the shape of eight;
Swallow your disharmony;
Recycle my bones;
To make something of your own;
Like a necklace or a thrown;
Darkness envelopes these days;
Leaving to much for the mind;
To dwell on with it's time;
Hanging washing on the line;
I'll swallow my disharmony;
Recycle your bones;
To make something of my own;
Like a necklace or a home.
Track Name: The Pendulum Swings For The Joy Of It
The pendulum swings for the joy of it;
To hold the silence;
Winter trees resemble dandelion puffs;
Against the skyline;
We have crafted a boat;
That shall never run aground;
And I will furrow a stream;
For us to sail down;
The wolf of hollow night;
Gnaws at your skin pail and soft;
Electrify the joints, with jolts of joy;
And send him back to hell;
We have crafted a boat;
That shall never run aground;
And I will furrow a stream;
For us to sail down.
Track Name: The Golden Lark
Here lies a token of my heart;
It'll sing little darling, don't fall apart;
Bold and brave, your hands they hold;
A star sharp as glass cut on stone;
And now I am ready for start;
For you I draw close the golden lark
Here lies a token of my heart;
Rest little darling, I won't depart;
And now I am ready for the start;
For you I draw close the golden lark.
Track Name: Eyes Of A Starling
Run for the trees, scuffed country knees;
With eyes of a starling, don't you darling;
Breathe in, child, breathe in;
Graceful sweeper, carpet sleeper;
Midnight painter, morning traitor;
Breathe in, you're a woman, breathe in;
There's no need to hit the floor;
As your fears begin to pour;
Stare out the night, with your buttons bright;
Tangled schemes, cemented dreams;
Breathe in, you're a woman, breathe in;
Whiskey drinker, cautious winker;
With eyes of a starling, don't you darling;
Breathe in, you're a woman, breathe in,
A kind strong woman, breathe in.
Track Name: The Books From My Shelves
Swollen, words are dawning;
Suicide the morning;
Tear down the awning;
That keeps the cold out.
On the breeze;
A bird or a flute;
Take the 45 and shoot;
The tree from it's root;
They'll be no forest.
Honey, your compass works fine;
Your thoughts are a step ahead of mine;
Raise the stakes and play;
My bluff has somewhat decayed;
My money is all hand made;
I'm in need of pearls.
On a cold October night;
Your ghost gave me a fright;
Knocking with all her might;
The books from my shelves.
Track Name: It Is Time
It's time you saw what was waiting for you;
In the front yard of your house;
A check that will see the mortgage through;
Your mother would be proud of you;
But the ships they won't sail;
Without a captain to man the crew;
Years of slaving at your nails;
To pay off the interest on your load;
Keeping a stock of weapons at the ready;
For the day the world comes crashing through your home;
Your words were like arrows;
they dart through the hearts of the strongest in the pack;
And your engine screams and your breaks screech;
As your tyres they spin so gracefully;
Off track.
Track Name: Masks Of Winter
Behind the masks of winter;
His mouth gaping, howling songs;
Your sorrows in these sea shells;
Shall be flown out to sea;
Dead and gone;
Bring the linen in from the rain;
Shoulder the greyhounds for to be tamed;
Buckle your bravest boots;
I'll take your mind off it's racing;
Away from war torn shores;
There's joy for the taking;
Bring the linen in from the rain;
Shoulder the greyhounds for to be tamed;
Dive into the salty water;
It will heal you darling daughter;
Bring the linen in from the rain;
Shoulder the greyhounds for to be tamed;
Dead and gone;
Dead and gone;
Dead and gone;
Dead and gone.
Dead and gone;
Dead and gone.
Track Name: A Floating White Phantom
The islands glow heavy with peat fires;
This rusting ferry, glides slowly;
Barbed wire;
Frozen knuckles, white railings;
Barbed wire;
The clouds have doused, the moon at it's peak;
Ocean weeds, oily and sleek;
This rusting ferry, glides slowly;
Barbed wire;
Frozen knuckles, white railings;
Barbed wire;
The snow falls around, this heap of a ship;
A floating white phantom, black smoke at the hilt;
This rusting ferry, glides slowly;
Barbed wire;
A thousand miles, white railings;
Barbed wire;