Children of Blue

by Bruce, Besch & Bramkamp

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    This CD was released at the beginning of 2020. It was mostly recorded in Bremen and mixed in Scotland. After the recording it was evident that Victor Besch's health was in sharp decline. The album was put to one side. Then, to everyone's delight, he rallied. He was adamant that the planned German Feb 2020 tour would go ahead.
    So the album, which had been reluctantly shelved, was released. The tour was a complete sellout and the new material from the album, well received.
    As usual, it has many different styles.
    Ian Walker hailed this CD a masterpiece and it has been well loved by those who managed to buy a copy before the Covid Pandemic hit.
    Any future live renditions of these numbers will be without Victor who sadly succumbed to his condition. He will be sadly missed. Good the the CD is here.
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    In a very attractive digisleeve. Another Freida Dyson work on the front. The comments have been quite astonishing. Thank goodness. A lot of our very souls and selves were put into this project.

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1.
THE MOUSE SUITE SPOOKED! Shuffilng on the ceiling - Scuffling in the walls - Noises in the bedrooms - Scratching in the hall.l The dogs are going crazy There’s a presence in this house Perhaps it’s paranormal I'm losing all my doubts. Spooked! Did someone die here? Perhaps they’re not at rest? There’s a tingle on my back A thumping in my breast All these little noises Disturbing all our sleeps. All these little noises Giving us the creeps. Spooked! Common sense prevails. Very good advice! Told us “Don’t be crazy” You got Mice! You know they’ll bite the hoses? The wires and the wood They’ll leave their dropping everywhere And that’s not good! YE CANNAE HAE A MOOSE IN THIS HOOSE! Ye cannae hae a moose in this hoose - On the loose. Ye cannae hae a moose in this hoose - On the loose. Unless he’s in a cage there's nae excuse..... But ye cannae hae a moose in this hoose. They dart so fast Wi' their twists and their turns Their long bald tails Resembling worms. (Aaaaaaaahhhh!) We just can’t hae this We must buy traps Cheese or peanut butter And then - perhaps.... We wulnae hae a moose in this hoose. Naw! We wulnae hae a moose in this hoose! Ye cannae hae a moose in this hoose - On the loose. Ye cannae hae a moose in this hoose - On the loose. Unless he’s in a cage there's nae excuse..... But ye cannae hae a moose in this hoose. We got the wee blighters Wan by wan In wan night night we got 12. Job done! MOUSE No 13 I needed sleep and I need to eat. When I fell asleep we were huddled so deep I wonder where everyone’s gone? Mum and Dad are never too far away This feels so bad! No brothers scampering! No sisters pampering! Just one lonely wee lad! CHORUS But for my sleeping I could have gone with them Gone to wherever they’ll be... “Where have they gone?” Still begs the question - Why oh why did they, with no goodbye, did they, Why did they go without me? I am so scared. I'm lost and alone. No migration planned so why's nobody home? I don’t understand, Why's nobody here? Their fighting or scurrying I'd surely hear. We were so many! Now there’s not any! How can they all disappear? Follow their lead - Follow their scent One way or another I'll find where went. They've been here! They've been here! Now the trail ends. I don't understand - This makes no sense. CHEESE I can’t resist Oh well if you insist Now I will find all my....... SO FAR DOWN THE CHAIN Given what’s happened You may not believe The words I wanna say. And if I believed in God Almighty I’d get on my knees and pray. I’d ask for forgiveness And that peace be upon you And send you on your way. To a place in the heavens Where in peace you remain. To a place in the sky Or somewhere on high Where you don’t feel so far down the chain. If we could had talked I’d have built you a home. My welcome neighbour you would be. I’d give you grain And sweet vegetation To feed your family. But your wee heart’s at rest And mine broken in two. Cos we can’t live in harmony. Please find a place.... You nibbled our things - I laid a trap Believe me that was no fun. I watched you die. I wanted to help But the damage was already done. But etched in my memory Your little wheeling legs... Trying so hard to run. Please find a place.... If we could have spoken You should have come to me Before all this horror began. My huge finger would stroke you so gently - A bonding of mouse and man! Here is the irony. Your safest place Was right here in the palm of my hand. Please find a place.... SPOOKED No 2 Shuffilng on the ceiling - Scuffling in the walls - Noises in the bedrooms - Scratching in the hall. The dogs are sleeping There’s a silence I can’t dowse! Once again normality. Peace in the house. Yes somebody died here I hope they’re all now at rest? Thirteen wee mice They died by my hand Now I feel guilty Disturbing my sleep! The bellowing silence Gives me the creeps Spooked!
2.
DANCING AT WHITSUN It's fifty long springtimes since she was a bride, But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide In a dress of white linens with ribbons of green, As green as her memories of loving. The feet that were nimble tread carefully now, As gentle a measure as age do allow, Through groves of white blossoms, lie fields of young corn, Where once she was pledged to her true-love. The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow free-- No young men to turn them or pastures grow seed They are gone where the forests of oak trees before Have gone, to be wasted in battle. Down from the green farmlands and from their loved ones Marched husbands and brothers and fathers and sons. There's a fine roll of honor where the Maypole once stood, And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun. There's a straight row of houses in these latter days All covering the downs where the sheep they did graze. There's a field of red poppies and a wreath from the queen. But the ladies remember at Whitsun, And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.
3.
Cecilia 04:54
CECILIA by Ian M. Bruce Once upon a Bremer backstreet time I saw her in the window. Once upon a wish that she’d be mine I felt myself drawn in-o My heart beat fast. My eyes were wide. I wanted her so much - o. Nervously I stepped inside And asked if I could touch - o. LOVE! At first sight I wrapped my arms around her. She stayed with me all night. I’m in love with a sweet young thing. She fairly caught my eye - o. And when she made the bells to ring I could not pass her by - o. Cecilia - Come home! Celia - Come home! Now on my knee she sang to me. I stroked her oh so gently - o. This blonde and me were meant to be. We bonded evidently - o. I asked if I might set her free? She’s mine now incidentally - o. Cecilia - Come home! Celia - Come home! I showed her everything I know. House of the Rising Sun - o! Sang of the boat that Michael rowed - She joined in with the fun - o. Cecilia - Come home! Celia - Come home! Well it broke my heart when o-so soon She made a bid for freedom - o. Sang her all my pretty tunes It seems she didn’t need ‘em - o. Get her home - Safe and sound! I went riding on -o. But when I chanced to look around I found that she was gone - Oh! I looked left, I looked right, I looked all up and down - o. I looked everywhere I might I looked all around - o. She was nowhere to be seen. I went on my way - o. Thinking how things might have been Had she not gone astray - o. LOVE! At first sight I wish she'd wrapped around me And held on to me tight. I’m in love with a sweet young thing. She fairly caught my eye - o. And when she made the bells to ring. I could not pass her by - o. Cecilia - Please come home! Celia - Please come home! I headed home and I thought that I would see her no more! But I got home and Cecilia answered my door.
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Janice, Jamie, Jenny, Jeff Goodbye Johnny, Jeremy, Jeannie, Jill Goodbye Jeremiah! Jeannie wants eggs. She cooks them and plates them. Jeremy sees 'em! “Eggs make me sick!” One of the kids gobbles them up. Jeannie comes back “WHERE ARE MY EGGS?” It’s always the same It's always the same! I get to do the washing up!!!!! Refrain We are the children, the children of Blue Calling to say goodbye. We are the children, the children of Blue Uniting - that’s why! 99 People all in one mind Take me as you find. 99 People all in one mind! Jamie, the doorman, He holds the key It’s he, Who holds us in line Without his permission there’s no one on stage Eleven! “STAY WHERE YOU ARE!!!” Come in number 3, x 2 Out with you, 49! We are the children, the children of Blue Calling to say goodbye. We are the children, the children of Blue Uniting - that’s why! 99 People all in one mind Take me as you find. 99 People all in one mind! Repeat of refrain for the instrumental John packs his shirt Jane takes it out Red skirt preferred by Jean No-one agrees with Johnny’s green socks. Red and green should never! be seen. Noch einmal Jeff im Minirock Noch einmal Jeff im Minirock. Dann kann er fuer nichts garantieren. We are the children, the children of Blue Calling to say goodbye. We are the children, the children of Blue Uniting - that’s why! 99 People all in one mind Take me as you find. 99 People all in one mind!
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EULOGY FOR ALISON (Ian M. Bruce, Naomi Joliffe & Katharina Bramkamp.) Mum! You are my confidant. Mum! You are my friend. My greatest supporter and greatest critic too. Instilling courage in me. Encouraged by you! On August 19 your life came to an end. I’m day by day tormented We said no goodbyes I no longer hear your voice. Yet somehow I do All my whys and wherefores I still direct to you. I am just a lost child guessing your replies. Refrain.. Sitz mit mir am Bach im Grünen. Blütenblätter zieh’n davon Seh den Wind in deinen Haaren. Bleibe bei mir, Alison! The things we take for-granted Like the pot of jam Juicier than ever in deeper purple ways I’m scared to loose the lid for fear you fly away Now I realise how much it said “I am!” Sitz mit mir am Bach im Grünen. Blütenblätter zieh’n davon Seh den Wind in deinen Haaren. Bleibe bei mir, Alison! Every wee blackcurrant Each discarded strand I see you in your garden harvesting with love I see you in bright sunlight. Vivid blue above. The label “Blackcurrant” neatly by your hand. Sitz mit mir am Bach im Grünen. Blütenblätter zieh’n davon Seh den Wind in deinen Haaren. Bleibe bei mir, Alison! I hoped I would be eating my freshly baked scones with that jam - with you. I almost despise that jam. But yes. Of course - I will I will sit and have my scones and your jam. And you will be with me. As always for always Love you Mum. Xxx
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The Wife 03:33
THE WIFE Either side o’ the Sunday Times. Maybe the Sunday Mail! All I see’s your balding head - Your dirty finger nails. Sometimes your hairy hand comes out To grab a piece of bread. The only time it ever moves Is when it’s needing fed Excuse me dear would you like a cup of tea? I’d be nice, one day, if you’d make one for me Is it me? Don’t think me terribly rude? Even just a “No!” - - Would be - Quite good. Either side o’ the Sunday Times . . . Do you really need that TV on? If I switched it off I know you’d only moan. It’s sooooo loud - you might not hear the bell. The toast is burning. Can’t you smell that smell? Either side o’ the Sunday Times . . . Are you going to sit in your dressing gown all day? Another bloody Sunday wasted away. Walk the dog! Church! Paint the town (red!) Can’t we be like Bob and Maggie Brown? Either side o’ the Sunday Times . . . Excuse me, dear, but that’s your umpteenth cup. And your paper might as well be downside up. Oh, you moved ! What an effing shock! And it’s high time you changed that frock! Either side o’ the Sunday Times . . .
7.
WILD WOOD Doo dumtie dum dum OUT IN THE WILD WOOD Written by Ian M. Bruce Out in the wild wood. That’s where I feel good. Out in the wild wood Finds me in good mood. Out in the wild wood. If only I could. Out in the wild wood. I know that I should. Up in a tall tree, From where I could see. Up in a tall tree. A shelter for you and me. Look all around As far as the eye can see. I’d be free
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READ IT AGAIN Written by Ian M. Bruce, Victor Besch and Katharina Bramkamp Life on the other planets we choose See what rewards bad timing might lose Sun through the trees show translucent dews To its horizon it sails Pay heed to the drums. Rhythms sustain! A pattern arises from shadow and flame. Step to the platform, jump from the train To shores unknown - found before. There (are) no teetotallers where I would go Out of thin air come words we don’t know. The roots and branches covered in snow It all makes sense after all. After all there are stories we all love to tell Of roses and thistle - thorns as well. Between the lines twixt heaven and hell Herring and tatties and beans. Chorus Read it, read it, read it again Until you find meaning, read it again Soul in the spaces, gaps say it all When wo-o-o-o-ords Sa-a-a-a-ay - Nothing at all The Canon 1. Waking up waking up, standing up - tea in a cup sup sup, sup. Lochanside down 2. On a carousel - Witch’s hat as well. Dizzy, dizzy spell see-saw, see-saw. 3. One two three four five six seven I think I’ve died and gone to heaven - Way up high.
9.
WENN SICH DIE RIESEN PRÜGELN Written Katharina Bramkamp & Ian M. Bruce Benandon war ein großer Kerl, ein Riese wohl sogar, der zwar ziemlich stark, doch auch ein bisschen dämlich war. Warf große Steine in die See und dachte, wenn ich rüber geh, will ich in Irland mich mit Fionn prügeln. See the sun and moon collide There’s gonna be no place to hide Maybe we should stay inside Wenn sich die Riesen prügeln Als Benandon hinüberlief sah Fionn ihn von fern. Und Fionn dachte: „ Ach, du Schreck, ich prügel mich nicht gern.“ Er fragte seine Frau um Rat, die auch gleich ihn beruhigen tat, denn Fionn rutscht sein Herz grad in die Hose Chorus See the sun and moon collide There’s gonna be no place to hide Maybe we should stay inside Wenn sich die Riesen prügeln Fiona macht das Messer scharf und heißt ihn halten still Drückt ihm den Kopf nach hinten, weil sie ihn rasieren will. Dann ruft Fiona: „Guter Mann, zieh gleich mein rosa Nachthemd an, leg dich ins Bett und heule wie ein Baby!“ Chorus Als Benandon Fiona sah, da sprach er: „Sei gegrüßt! Ob ihr wohl wisset, liebe Frau, wo Fionn, der Riese ist?“ „Der reißt grad ein paar Bäume aus, Es ist kein Feuerholz im Haus, Doch seid schön still, sonst weckt ihr noch sein Baby.“ Chorus Als Benandon das Baby sah, da dachte er sich bloß: „Das arme Kind sieht schrecklich aus und ist auch riesengroß. Wie groß muss dann der Vater sein? Ich glaube, ich geh wieder heim, in Schottland sind die Riesen deutlich kleiner.“ Chorus Benandon war ein großer Kerl, ein Riese wohl sogar, der zwar ziemlich stark, doch jetzt auch ziemlich kleinlaut war. Er dachte, wenn ich rüber geh, reiß ich die Steine aus der See. Ich will mich heut nicht mehr mit Fionn prügeln. Chorus
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IDSIDE OUT BOLERO Written by Ian M. Bruce, Victor Besch and Katharina Bramkamp. I think I’m going to miss the seasons I’ve always loved the setting sun I think I’ll miss out on some reasons But most of all I’ll miss the love of one. Music is a sure part I’ll miss out on Forever forsaking harmony I pray to God I’m wrong Cos music must stay a part of me. Oh Yes. The music must go on. Chorus! Most of all we need to reach out Live together hand in glove If you find you cannot listen You might never feel the love. I’ve known hard times I’ve knows hardship And whilst waiting for that starship Family and friends have seen me through. What is all this talk of heartache? Exaggerated piffle! Cupid’s dart. Well now I’m truly lost and lonely. Lost, alone with broken heart. What you see is just the laughter Music, love and fortitude. Lucky children I look after In my optimistic mood. All the weakness of my dark days Never will be shown. But be sure I’m really not the person You are sure you’ve always known.

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Another unique blend of Ian Bruce, Victor Besch, Katharina Bramkamp & Frank Deckert. This time under the band name Bruce, Besch & Bramkamp. As ever, you never know what to expect when Ian Bruce's name is attached.. This album has depth and light and is very musical.

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released February 10, 2020

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