Seven Long Years

by Bill Rutherford

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1.
I dream of a world where scores can be settled With points of information Not physical aggression And in this dream, politicians can be heckled But getting home safely Doesn't call for discretion. There always seems to be a man who’s ready for violence When he feels like his point of view is being silenced. But at the end of it all, when the last bomb falls When the bullets have been fired and the soldiers have expired. When the dead can no longer be counted And the pain on all sides has mounted Till no one has the strength remaining To throw a punch despite their training We'll still all have to sit down and talk it out. We should raise our glasses in celebration Or our voices in anger But never our fists in rage Draw cartoons in satirical imitation But don't draw blood. De-escalate, disengage. There always seems to be a man ready for violence When he feels like his point of view is being silenced But at the end of it all, when the last bomb falls When the bullets have been fired and the soldiers expired. When the dead can no longer be counted And on all sides the pain has mounted Till no one has the strength remaining To throw a punch despite their training We'll still all have to sit down and talk it out.
2.
For your smile What would I do? For your smile What would I do? I'd drive to San Francisco From Boonville, Mendecino. We'd ride a tandem round the bay And dine in Sausalito. For your smile What would I do? Your sweet style Keeps me beside you. I'd stay a while and listen Wouldn't care what I'd be missing Cause the music of your voice Is everything that I've been wishing for And I would share your burden When I see you're overworking When your eyes have lost their shine I know That the weight has got you hurting For your smile What would I do? Your sweet style Keeps me beside you. I'd dance for you on the solstice stage I'd sing for you till the stars have aged I'd walk with you a thousand miles Just to see you smile For your smile What would I do? Your sweet style Keeps me beside you. For your smile What would I do? I'd drive to San Francisco From Boonville, Mendecino. We'd ride a tandem round the bay And dine in Sausalito.
3.
Though we often look at others and the portraits of their lives Can seem so much more blissful it’s the viewpoint that’s to blame There’s no true way of stepping back, surveying from outside The life you’ve drawn around you when you’re trapped within the frame Instead you find the details little moments of elation Those buoyant balloons of happiness for emotional elevation. A crisp, sweet apple - neither bruised, nor overripe. Warm, still steaming bread: some crust in every bite A tall, cool glass of milk. Naturally, full cream. The waves of aroma as you’re chopping basil, fresh and green. How many grains of sand, to make a dune? How many hooks to sell a tune? How many feathers to make a soft duvet? How many little moments, does it take to make your day? How many hairs to make a lion’s mane? How many errant stones to break a window pane? You don’t know when these moments will manifest, So always be alert to taste these drops of happiness. The sun in the sky when you open your eyes A cool breeze on a hot day can truly tranquilize To hear rain on a roof and not feel it on your head Pink candyfloss clouds in a crimson sky at sunset How many grains of sand… A humble apology, graciously received Supressed frustrations vociferously freed A smile from a stranger, that says, “We could be friends!” Or one from an old friend that says, “It’s good to see you, once again!” How many grains of sand...
4.
Harlequin 03:42
You’re the queen of reassurance You know just what to say But the dean of my pride Keeping vanity at bay A glowing rainbow harlequin With dazzling sleight of hand the architect of my soul And I trust your plan You know when to build me up You know when to tear me down You know when to be my rock and you know when to play the clown. You’re the bushfire that burns Through my arid badlands The cascade of rain that Breaks my drought once again The River that connects my world From the mountains to the sea And all the life that it sustains From the ground up to the trees. You know when to build me up You know when to tear me down You know when to be my rock And you know when to play the clown. Harlequin, dean, architect, queen Bushfire, rain, river and all it sustains. You know when to build me up You know when to tear me down You know when to be my rock and you know when to play the clown.
5.
I was singing on the street My little Roland at my feet When the whimsy of the weatherman Decreed that I should change my plans A fellow passing near Saw me packing up my gear And he offered me that Wimbledon refrain. Rain stopped play Rain stopped play Looks like I won’t be making music On the streets today ‘Cause rain stopped play A nearby alcove kept me dry While my spirits still rode high With increasing inclination to ignore precipitation And maintain erstwhile intentions of impromptu entertainment But few more songs were needed before the weather would be heeded. As I felt the rain extinguishing the fire from my voice. Rain stopped play Rain stopped play Looks like I won’t be making music On the streets today ‘Cause rain stopped play So as I lamented how the rain had prevented My short serenade from attracting a crowd I looked at reality with that stoic mentality Of which all we English are quietly proud For the best English weather is capricious and never Do the sun wind or rain endure Rain stopped play Rain stopped play But I know I’ll soon be making music On the streets another day ‘Cause the rains not here to stay
6.
We've only met in real life just one time I can't say you know me too well. Infatuation should not be a crime I'm already in some kind of hell. I'm obsessed with you My mind's possessed by you But I must confess it's true That this ain't love Though my advances have met with resistance I can't get you out of my mind That's why for now I am keeping my distance And hoping you just need more time. I'm obsessed with you My mind's possessed by you But I must confess it's true That this ain't love Because I know nothing about you You're all that I want you to be I feel like I'm nothing without you But it's all just a fantasy. I'm obsessed with you My mind's possessed by you And I must confess it's true That this ain't love
7.
Two Hearts 03:57
Was it the time or the place? Or her voice or his face? Did it start with that rumour Or their shared sense of humour? Nothing more, nothing less Than a gentle caress And they're tumbling over the edge Two hearts too young Two kids having too much fun Tonight two people Will fall in love Two smiles, two faces Too many warm embraces Tonight two people Will fall in love Is it the cut of his hair or the style of her shirt? Feel the force in the air Draw them in as they flirt. Something sparks as they touch hands A fortuitous circumstance Has brought their lives together Two Hearts... Four hands, four lips Foreplay, soft finger tips Will their love Be forever? Tender words, abandoned clothes, Intense emotions, passion flows. Will it last? Only heaven knows! Two hearts...
8.
Every hour is marked by a pitiless chime In the house occupied by the soldiers of time. Hear the hum of decay in each echoing room Every tic weaves another dark thread through death's loom. But you don't have to live in this cage of the present Keep dreaming and your future can be incandescent. Daisy Mclean she said a wise thing: Every day is a choice between living and dying But sadly some people, they choose the latter, And slowly their life will drain of all the things that really matter. “Keep yourself busy,” said Daisy Mclean Or let weariness be your daily refrain. Don't be content with the shadows on the wall Step outside, see the sunshine or feel the rain fall If routine keeps you prisoner chaos will free you Embrace it or fear will never release you Relinquish your habits you no longer need them Your imagination will lead you to freedom. Daisy Mclean she said a wise thing: Every day is a choice between living and dying But sadly some people, they choose the latter, And slowly their life will drain of all the things that really matter. “Keep yourself busy,” said Daisy Mclean Or let weariness be your daily refrain.
9.
When we talk, when we think When we walk, we are in sync. Already raised above the power of two Be the change you want to see Evolve together patiently Our brave new world begins with me and you This connection we've felt since the start Means we are more than the sum of our parts This reflection I see in your heart Means we are more than the sum of our parts You've accepted all my flaws Like no one ever has before That's how I know that we'll remain attached. You may have traits I wouldn't choose But I know there's more to lose Naively dreaming that we're perfectly matched Falling in love is not à la carte 'Cause we are more than the sum of our parts No objection could keep us apart When we are more than the sum of our parts As our lives intertwine Our desires become aligned ‘Cause we are more than the sum of our parts This connection we've felt since the start Means we are more than the sum of our parts This reflection I see in your heart Means we are more than the sum of our parts Falling in love is not à la carte 'Cause we are more than the sum of our parts I'd like to remind you before we depart No objection could keep us apart The place where we're headed is not on the charts ‘Cause we are more than the sum of our parts.

about

Bill Rutherford’s debut release, Seven Long Years, is a wide-ranging, kleptomaniacal buffet of juxtaposed genres and cross-bred styles. Part bowerbird, part lyrebird, Bill’s whimsical songwriting and loquacious arranging are showcased across a meandering series of meditations, ballads, and cinematic vignettes.

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released December 24, 2018

Bill Rutherford - Lyrics, music, lead vocals, additional guitar (track 5), drum kit (tracks 6, 9)
Lara Smiles - Soprano (tracks 1, 4, 8, 9)
Emily Lynn - Alto (tracks 1, 4, 8, 9)
Tom Pybus - Tenor (tracks 1, 4, 8, 9)
Greg Dwight - Bass (tracks 4, 9)
Ryan Skinner - Backing vocals (track 2)
Coralie Tringham - Backing vocals (track 2)
Charlotte Tringham - Backing vocals (track 2)
Robert Simmons - Violin 1 (tracks 1, 5, 6, 9)
May Robertson - Violin 2 (tracks 1, 5, 6, 9)
Beth Britt - Viola (tracks 1, 5, 6, 9)
Sophie Gledhill - Cello (tracks 1, 5, 6, 9)
Alex Hitchcock - Alto and tenor saxophone, flute (track 1)
Alastair Penman - Alto Saxophone (track 6)
Sam Miles - Alto, tenor and baritone saxophone (tracks 2, 3, 7)
Miguel Gorodi - Trumpet (tracks 2, 3, 7)
Vij Prakash - Trombone and bass trombone (tracks 2, 3, 7)
Tom Coppin - Electric and acoustic guitars (all tracks)
Tom O'Grady - Piano, Rhodes, Hammond Organ, Clavinet, OB-6 (tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8)
Arran McSporran - 6-string electric bass (tracks 1, 8)
Ian Buchanan - 4-string electric bass (tracks 2, 4, 5)
Misha Mullov-Abbado - Double bass (tracks 3, 7)
Ric Elsworth - Drum kit, percussion (tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8)
Mike Thorne - Engineering (all tracks)
Joshua Holland - Assistant Engineer (all tracks)
Andy Ramsay - Additional Engineering (tracks 1, 6, 8, 9)
Chris Brown - Mixing (tracks 1, 5, 6, 8, 9)
Myles Eastwood - Production (all tracks), additional engineering (all tracks), mixing (tracks 2, 3, 4, 7), mastering (all tracks)
Mark De-Lisser - Vocal coach

Principal recording sessions at Rimshot Studios, Sittingbourne (4th September 2017, 4th December 2017, 15th January 2018, 10th April 2018, 25th July 2018)
Additional recording sessions at Press Play Studios, Bermondsey (29th December 2017, 2nd January 2018)
Trombone Solo track 3 recorded at Headline Studios, Cambridge (10th April 2018).

Rose Bainbridge - photography
Sean De Burca - Logo design

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Bill Rutherford England, UK

Bill’s childhood was itinerant and tumultuous. Travelling round the globe before he turned seven, his family eventually settled in Kent, UK. Music and songwriting were interests from an early age, but not till Bill's teenage years did the carousel of hobbies finally come to rest, with a guitar in one hand, drum sticks in the other, and a head full of effervescing dreams of rock & roll symphonies. ... more

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