Artistic Support Material (Audio & Video)
Ruth Hazleton – Second Album Project – ‘Portmanteau’
Aphelion
Written by Ruth Hazleton
Lyrics:
In the stillness of dappled sunlight,
Flickering memories, like chiming bells,
I am watching from a distance,
The lingering carousel, never standing still,
When the autumn sheds its burdens,
Skelton leaves feed the dirt,
In the winter, the aphelion,
My heart strays furthest from the sun,
Furthest from the earth,
Just like the winter that has ended
Lay down your troubles to the spring
Aching hearts, they can be mended
We will see what the summer, it will bring
I would beg you for forgiveness,
But it fades when I close my eyes,
In a moment, an accidental burden,
Released by conjuring spells, grace in disguise,
I don’t care for gilded secrets,
Extracted from shallow cracks,
When the sun meets the aphelion,
My feet move closer to the earth,
Never looking back,
Just like the winter that has ended
Lay down your troubles to the spring
Aching hearts, they can be mended
We will see what the summer, it will bring
Shackled (Song for Nudem Durek),
from Daisywheel (2019)
Written by Ruth Hazleton
Ruth Hazleton: Lead Vocals/Electric Guitar
Luke Plumb: Electronic Programming
Paddy Montgomery: Yayli Tambur
Oscar Neyland: Bass
Justin Olsson: Drums
Arranged by Ruth Hazleton & Luke Plumb
Produced & Engineered by Luke Plumb
Mixed by Luke Plumb & Mattie Foulds
Mastered by Mattie Foulds at Caribou Recording (Scotland)
Lyrics: Black the night, I am bound A silent bird in a foreign cage March of men, the bells are ringing Poets shackled in iron chains Hush child and halt your singing Dark eyes turn to the ground Whispers of truths, deceiving Ghosts, echoes and chanting crowds Rivers and mountains, sickle moon, snow Shackle the dancers; an ancestor’s woe Militant daughters and absent her sons A mother is grieving, the damage is done Murmurs of a thousand voices Song the needle that weaves the thread Weave and spin the ancient stories Word for which your daughters bled The mother tongue of stateless pilgrims Threaten the pillars of prison walls Guards lay siege to the songs of children Fettered by thieves as darkness falls Rivers and mountains, sickle moon, snow Shackle the dancers; an ancestor’s woe Militant daughter not silent by choice Shackle my body, but never my voice
The Killing Times
Written by Ruth Hazleton
Live Performance January, 2021
Lyrics:
Blood is thicker than water
On the wattle it was shed
The empire’s ‘fairest daughter’ stole country
And nobody counted the dead
This Southern land of silence
This broken history of pain
A frontier born of violence
The truth of white man’s shame
These tainted shores call for mercy
The rise and fall
To recognise the killing times
And tell the story over and over again
Do we dare to beg forgiveness?
And face the sins of yesterday?
To the dark work of man bear witness?
To the thousands of fallen; our dues and honours pay
The time has come for listening
Time to break apart the stone
To repair the broken heart of this country
And a people who never should have been left to grieve alone.
These tainted shores call for mercy
The rise and fall
To recognise the killing times
And tell the story over and over again