Beyond The Pale

by Bush Gothic

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1.
Jim Jones 04:28
Listen to my stories ladies And hear me tell my tale It’s over the seas from England I was compelled to sail The jury says he’s guilty And says the judge, says he “For life Jim Jones I'm sending you Across the stormy sea” You'll have no chance for mischief there Remember what I say They'll flog the poaching out of you Out there at Botany Bay The waves grew high upon the sea And the winds blew up in gales I'd rather drown in misery Than go to New South Wales All day and all night, winds blew in gales All day and all night, like galley slaves Listen for a moment, won’t you listen for a moment The waves grew high upon the sea The pirates came along But the soldiers on our convict ship Well they were full five hundred strong They opened fire and somehow drove That pirate ship away I'd rather join the pirate ship Than gone to Botany Bay Day and night the irons clang And like poor galley slaves We toil and toil, and when we die Must fill dishonored graves And by and by I'll break my chains Into the bush I'll go And I'll join the brave bushrangers there Jack Donohue and co One dark night, when everything Is quiet in the town I'll kill the tyrants one and all I'll shoot the flogger down I'll give the law a little shock Remember what I say They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones In chains to Botany Bay
2.
It is lonely away from your kindred and all In the bushland at night when the warrigals call It is sad by the sea where the wild breakers boom Or to look on a grave and contemplate doom Cowards become brave Weak become strong Women grow happy Burst forth into song Madam with her needles sits still by the door The boss smokes in silence, he is joking no more There's a faraway look on the face of the bum While the barmaid looks down at the paint on her thumb And the cook has gone cranky and the yardman is queer Oh a terrible place is a pub with no Brew of brown barley, what charm is to shine ‘Neath thy spell men grow happy and cease to repine The cowards become brave and the weak become strong The dour and the grumpy burst forth into song Cowards become brave Weak become strong Women grow happy Burst forth into song It is lonely away from your kindred and all In the bushland at night when the warrigals call But there's nothing on earth half as lonesome and drear As to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
3.
Our Andy's gone, gone with cattle now Our hearts are out of order They’re out of order He's left us in dejection now, our thoughts with him are rovin’ It's dull on the selection now, since Andy went a-drovin’ Our Andy's gone, gone with cattle now Our hearts are out of order With drought he’s gone to battle now Across the Queensland border He's left us in dejection now, our hearts with him are rovin’ It's dull on the selection now, since Andy went a-drovin’ He went a-drovin’
4.
The price of wool was falling in 1891 The men who owned the acres said something must be done "We will break the Shearers' Union, and show we're masters still And they'll take the terms we give them, or we'll find the ones who will" From Claremont to Barcaldine, the shearers' camps were full Ten thousand blades were ready to strip the greasy wool When through the west like thunder, rang out the Union's call "The sheds'll be shorn Union or they won't be shorn at all" Oh Billy Lane was with them, his words were like a flame The flag of blue above them, they spoke Eureka's name "Tomorrow" said the squatters, "you'll find it does not pay We're sending up free labourers to get the clip away" "Tomorrow" said the shearers, "you may not be so keen We can mount three thousand horsemen, to show them what we mean" "Then we'll pack the west with troopers from Bourke to Charters Towers You can have your fill of speeches but the final strength is ours" The final strength is ours Be damned to your six-shooters, your troopers and police The sheep are growing heavy, the burr is in the fleece Then if Nordenfeldt and Gatling won't bring you to your knees “We'll find a law," the squatters said, "that's made for times like these" To trial at Rockhampton the fourteen men were brought The judge had got his orders, the squatters on the court But for every one that's sentenced, ten thousand won't forget When they jail a man for striking, it's a rich man's country yet
5.
Country Town 04:19
The gold is mined The gold is safe now The church is built The bishop is ordained Where do the roads Where do the roads lead It is not where Where we expect them to be Remember Remember The shepherds Under the strange strange stars
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7.
Come all of you Lachlan men and a sorrowful tale I'll tell Concerning of a hero bold who by misfortune fell His name it was Ben Hall a man of good renown Who was taken from his station and like a dog shot down Ten years he roamed the roads and he showed the traps some fun A thousand pounds was on his head with Gilbert and John Dunn Ben parted from his comrades the outlaws did agree To give away bushranging To give away bushranging To give away bushranging and cross the briney sea Twas early in the morning upon the fifth of May When seven police surrounded him as fast asleep he lay Bill Dargin he was chosen to shoot the outlaw dead The troopers then fired madly and they shot him full of lead They rolled him in a blanket and they strapped him to a prad And they rolled him through the streets of Forbes to show the prize they had And his name is was Ben Hall a man of good renown Who was taken from his station and like a dog shot down
8.
Past Carin 05:13
My eyes are dry, I’ve got no heart for breakin’ My eyes are dry, I cannot cry And I’ve got no heart for breakin, for breakin’ Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin' And down below the spur I know Another milker's dyin' The crops have withered from the ground And the earth’s clay bed is glarin' But from my heart no tear nor sound For I have gone past carin' Through death and trouble, round about Through hopeless desolation Through flood and fever, fire and drought, slavery and starvation Through childbirth, sickness, hurt, and blight, And nervousness an' scarin' Through being left alone at night I've gone to be past carin' My first child took, in days like these A cruel week in dyin' All day upon her father's knees Or on my poor breast lyin' The tears we shed the prayers we said They were awful, wild despairin' Now I've pulled three through and buried two Since then I’ve grown past carin' Past worryin' and wearin' Past trouble and desparin’ I've pulled three through and buried two Since then, I’ve grown past carin' 'Twas ten years first, then came the worst All for a dusty clearin' I thought, I thought my heart would burst When first my man went shearin' He's drovin' on the great North-west And I don't know how he's farin' But I the one who loves him best Have grown to be past carin' My eyes are dry I cannot cry And I got no heart for breakin' But where it was in days gone by Is empty dull and achin' My last boy ran away from me And I know my temper's wearin' And now I only wish to be Beyond all signs of carin' Past worryin’ and wearin’ Past feelin' and despairin' And now I only wish to be Beyond all signs, all signs of carin'
9.
There’s a track winding back To an old-fashioned shack On the road to Gundagai Where my mummy and daddy Are waiting for me The pals of my childhood Once more I’ll see. And no more will I roam As I’m heading out for home On the road to Gundagai
10.
ou lads and lasses all listen to me While I relate my tale of misery By hopeless love was I once betrayed And now I am, alas, a Convict Maid To please my lover did I try so sore That I spent upon him all my master's store Who in his wrath did loudly me upbraid And brought before the judge this Convict Maid The judge his sentence then to me addressed Which filled with agony my aching breast "To Botany Bay you must be conveyed For seven long years to be a Convict Maid." You lads and lasses all attend to me For seven long years I toil in pain and grief And I curse the day that I became a thief Oh had I stuck by some honest trade Then I ne'er would be alas a Convict Maid
11.
Ten years ago I left my old home In the mines of Australia to toil I bid my old father and mother adieu Sayin ‘Dad I won’t be long away’ But ten years have passed and fortune favoured at last And I’m leaving Australia, I’m leaving Australia today I'm going back to my dear old pals Far away over the sea Ah where there’s a welcome Where there’s a welcome for me Many a year has passed away Since I left old England's shore Ah carry me back to dear old England once more God speed the vessel that carries me back Carry me back won’t you carry me back I sailed to the west with a dear friend of mine Each having a share of one claim And taking bad luck as it came with the rest And working on just the same Til a cowardly blow it struck my poor pal low Who struck him I could not tell But the share of his gold it lies close to my heart For his mother and dear sister, for his mother and dear sister Nell I'm going back to my dear old pals Far away over the sea Ah where there’s a welcome Where there’s a welcome for me Many a year has passed away Since I left old England's shore Ah carry me back to dear old England once more I’m going back to my dear old friends far away over the sea Far away over Over the sea
12.
Oh may the showers in torrents fall and all the tanks run over And may the grass grow green and tall in pathways of the drover And may good angels send us rain on desert stretches sandy And when the summer comes again God grant it brings us Andy
13.
Jim Jones 04:33

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Beyond The Pale is the third album from Bush Gothic. Opening the album is the tale of Jim Jones, a convict who dreamt of revenge and joining the bushrangers to wreak havoc upon the British government who had incarcerated him. Lawson & Banjo make an appearance as does poet Judith Wright, described as ‘the conscience of the nation’. Band leader Jenny M. Thomas rose to a challenge posed by a journalist to re-arrange Pub With No Beer. This saw her add The Lonely String Quartet to a drum heavy arrangement of Slim Dusty’s classic. The string quartet is comprised of members from the Australian Chamber Orchestra and Melbourne Symphony Orchestra and feature on most tracks with Chris Lewis (drumkit) and Dan Witton (doublebass & vocals) completing the core band.

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In the 14th century, a fence made of stakes delineated the part of Ireland that was under English rule. Known as ‘The English Pale’, to travel beyond the pale was to leave behind English law and what the English considered civilised society.

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released April 25, 2019

All songs arranged by Bush Gothic. For full writers credits see individual track credits.

Jenny M. Thomas played violin, viola, banjo mandolin, piano, banjo and nearly all the lead vocals. Dan Witton also performed lead vocals on the song The Ballad of 1891. His grandma wrote the music in 1950. He played double bass, the piano on Streets of Forbes and backing vocals all over the place. Chris Lewis played the drum kit and percussion. In addition he played piano on Past Carin’ and sang backing vocals.

The Lonely String Quartet is: Jason Bunn, viola, Luke Severn, cello, Sarah Curro, violin, Zoe Black, violin

Roy John produced Beyond The Pale with Jenny M. Thomas at his studio called Crackle in Gippsland in The Southern Hemisphere. Recorded by Dave Mc Luney at Sing Sing Studios in Melbourne and mastered by Lachlan Carrick at Moose Mastering.

Michelle Jarni photographed the misplaced humans images with additional photography by Jenny M. Thomas who also stitched the words and dreamt up the design concept with assistance from Dan Witton who was the graphic designer.

A piano sample was used in Country Town: Madge Brown (1914-99) playing the Black Hawke Waltz, recorded in Mudgee by John Meredith in 1992.

Jenny M. Thomas plays a viola and violin made by Rainer Beilharz.
www.rainerbeilharzviolins.com.au

Bush Gothic live on the stolen lands of the Wurundjeri people. We acknowledge their continuing connection to land, waters and culture and we pay our respects to their Elders past, present and emerging.

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BBC Music Magazine - 5 STARS, World Music Albums of the year 2016,
fRoots Album of the Year 2016: Runner Up. Adelaide Fringe Festival Best Music Weekly Award 2017 & 2018. Defiantly modern, achingly old, Bush Gothic re-imagine songs of heartbreak and tragedy amongst convicts, desperate miners and criminal women. ... more

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