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The Magic Door - CD - Released March 2012

This set of songs were sort of influenced by the "is it really
happening or is it the mind playing tricks" kind of stories that you
would see in various films/tv series in the 60s and 70s. Add to that
tales of isolation, hospitalisation and things that various people had
told me about the effects of being on morphine and other
sedative/strong anti-depressant medication and there you go.

Certain things kept cropping up in these accounts, extreme highs
and lows, occasional feelings of hope, profound pessimism , strange
hallucinatory dreams, self pity ,anger and so forth. Another odd
symptom was the seeing of bright lights, strange doors, long dead
relatives or other phenomena giving them a choice of which path to
choose or the chance to turn back when facing the abyss.

At the time of writing and recording this stuff i was working in
the French Alps and kept finding odd little trinkets with faces on,
miniature suns and other little oddities( some are pictured on the
album cover.) in a loft we had converted, which kept the mood going.
Then on a trip to Grenoble to see my daughter Emma, we were walking
around town and she said "oh, i have to show you the magic door!" Of
course when i saw it, that was it!

The origins of the word square which appear on the door are still
to this day a mystery, but there's an interesting piece on it on line
if you google-"sator, arepo, tenet, opera, rotas, an early Christian
cryptogram."Most theories connected to it are here-Fascinating stuff.

Not being a religious sort, i don't hold much truck with life
after death or any of that sort of thing but even if it's(the seeing of
dead relatives, doors, white lights etc) just the mind playing tricks,
i do think it's a fascinating thing that it can conjure up something
that to me is the equivalent to a parallel existence. Interesting
materials to play with, but at the end of the day - It's all open to interpretation!

Magic Door Cover

1/ The magic door part 1 - entrance

Short book-end piece that opens and closes the album.

If you go down to the woods today - You may never come back alive
There are bears and wolves and stranger things - nvaders from the skies....
All i want to do is cope with the pain....
So what's the harm in trying something strange again?
But can you break the code?

 

2/ Two Golden Suns.

Optimistic piece that initially suggests everything will be OK with the help of medication though by the time the lyric is over the guitar solo suggests pessimism, then briefly euphoria finishing up in blind panic.

Two Golden Suns.
Go find me a man who thinks he's lost his way...
And I'll find you a man who'll do most what you say...
I hear there's a door that can finally show you the way...

To a life that can lie so well you can talk down the stars...
To a false moon that lights the way to a sun...
To a time when a man and his mate are no more Venus and Mars...
To a state where my mind and i are one...

Everybody wants to be the man on the screen...
Everybody wants to be in the place to be seen...
We're trying to crack the code that will us beat the machine...

And a honest and simple way becomes more than a fantasy...
And the stars and the sun can light the road...
And a hunger for power or a bonding with the stars...
Will bring the key to unlock the code...

 

3/4/ I will be always into you/the moment.

Two pieces considering the prospect of leaving someone behind if the worst happens. The first being almost philosophical and accepting, the second being unreasonably possessive.

The moment i see
That the moment you choose
To spend moments with he 
Who should make no sense to you
Makes me want to cry that you're taking my life that's all...

That i want to say
That the moment you choose
To give it away
To the loser to whose
Story you find more intriguing than mine
Who acknowledge my plight with a shrug and a sigh
But there's a bird for a knave and an eye for an eye
There's a sting in the tail Of the prince of abuse
You try burning my sails
Set my dogs upon you And the moment you see
That the moment i know
It means no more to me - Than a curse overthrown

I will be always into You.
If you see me lately-i'm twice the man you used to need...
You say you made me-but i was already on the scene...
Then they say you soiled me-but i didn't really feel like being too Clean...
Then they say you raped me-well i remember something twice as nice...

You said we took it as far as it could go - Where we were heading-i don't know
All i made you feel was low low low - Well let's just say however it works out....
I will be always into you...

I know your number-i see you pull it all the time...
You make guys crumble-then you make them pay you with their lives...
You know that somebody told me-that you done fallen on hard times...
You know that you can call me-i'm sure that we can make things work out fine...

 

 

5/ Hallucinatory encounter with a Scandinavian Vampire Woman!
( A singular encounter with ) ... Miss Unice Tarefson.

A strange old lady suggested that i head for the sea...
So i packed a few clean things and a picnic basket and a flask full of tea...
We made our way to the bus stop-my spirit of adventure and me...
Now there was something about what went down that was scaring me out of my dressing gown...
From the eyes of a stranger a problem's easier to see
But from the eyes of these strangers it wasn't to be...
And without exception everybody said it was the strangest story that they ever read...
The one about the strange old lady and me.
She kept her fingernails in a jam jar and her biscuits in a corsolette...
And she always knew the strangest things about people that she'd never met...
and the weakest of all her people would always deserve what they get...
Now the fact that she cast no reflection was of no immediate concern to me...
And the seagulls would stop their screeching when we walked along the beach...
But without exception all her strange friends said-
What a bizarre old event when she finally said...
What had happened on that day when the strangest old lady met me..

 

6/ Save my life.

The lyric on this one was based on some of the last things that a friend had said to me whilst visiting him in the hospice.

Take me by the hands-and pull me from the water.
I only hope you canmy strength is fading fast...
Lay me in the sun-my eyes toward the bright sky... 
Feed me your inspiration-i know your time is tight...
Please try to save my life 
And keep me like a wife would
There's at least a little good
In every one of you
So try to understand me
Let me know that there's a way/home.
Please handle me with careit would be easy enough to break me...
Just place me over there-you can be off on your way...
Lay me in the sun-my eyes toward the bright sky...
I only hope you can-my strength is  fading fast...

 

 

7/ X111 La Foret Morte. (instrumental)

One of my best mates-Paul Haettel is a forestier for the French forestry dep't . I've stayed at his house countless times over the years.A few years ago he bought a new house not far from Mont de Marsan
in the region of Les Landes in the south west of France .He chose this house as typically, he loves trees and it was surrounded by forest. However, two years ago the area was hit by a tornado and most of the
forestation was damaged. To make matters worse it was then attacked by a strange kind of insect which destroyed the trees immune system. The area around his house is now like a scene from armaggedon.

Whenever i stay with him we usually break out the guitars and his accordion and play and drink his home made calvados until tomorrow o' clock. This piece came from one of those sessions.I think it is based on a traditional Breton sea shanty.

 

 

Side Two.

1/ Koruzni Kosmici.

There we go-more medication and you're an alcoholic ex eastern European space hero.

I had a bit of trouble thinking of a name for this one but one day i had been shopping at Lidl in Ruffec and i had bought some Polish (i think) corn flakes called koruzni kosmici. I bet there aren't many space heros called "corn flakes"

I know the mix on this is even worse than my normal scrappy standard but i had such a great time messing with the guitar feedback i just had to use it.

The lights are thinning out up on my roof...
Long time ago in history i was a part of it all...
I found a glow of a distant civilisation in a forgotten galaxy
But i drove my spacecraft drunk into your wall...
A dog a concrete bridge a life of booze...
I find myself a trying not to choose...
My head an inspiration for every kind of blues...
I find myself a trying not to lose...

The captain of the fleet was i-the hero of the bridge...
The saviour of the slave world- i deal in steel...
But now a coat of cardboard fails to keep me from the rain...
I drove my spacecraft drunk into your halls...
A dog a concrete bridge a life of booze...
I find myself a trying not to lose...
My head an inspiration for interstellar blues...
I find myself a trying not to choose...

 

2/ The Elements.

I like to think that if we die peacefully, the slipping away of the soul need not be a thing to fear.

The Elements.
Wind bring me water
Sun bring me life
Night bring me peace
Day bring me light
Seasons bring variety
Moon bring me tide
Your clouds bring me rainfall
And stars show me why.

 

3/ Shamak Al Hakka.

Sedative induced/inspired dreams of smuggling type silliness.

Your sweaty spitting salty hot stuff burn my eyes...
Wet sticky dress sticking to you it's so nice...
I'll hail down a taxi get us out of this heat...
And if you find you lose my hand- a casbah be a good place to meet... - later...

Give your package to the man with the shoeshine monkey dancing...
And his brother on a scooter pay you what he think you earned...
I'll hail down a taxi get us out of this heat...
And if you keep your head within a week we'll be sitting pretty on a beach.- maybe -.later...

Smoke a hookah on the jetty on the corner sun go down...
Camels goats and horses sleeping make no sound...
I'll pull down on a flyscreen try to get us some
peace... Pack the mules and leave 'fore
sunrise try to make it to the next oasis... - Later...

 

 

4/ Los Amantes del Circulo Polar.

We're back in Rodriguez territory now. This one is based on a trippy film i saw which i thought tied into the mood here.

I tried to put a pessimistic male vocal melody over an optimistic female vocal melody in a thing about a relationship break-up which is on the point of repair when disaster strikes.

Take down the boards from your windows my love now the
threats have dispersed from the skies...
You can run back the hoards of supplies from the stores of
your love that you kept from my eyes...

Should have been wise to the lies i despise
Since you held me your burning deceits run your city.

Sign a receipt so as proof my deceit broke your heart tho i don't know just when...
Or how you can vow sincere promises now to a new love a matter of when...

Report to your book of the smiles that i took and the romance that i tore to shreds...
Confess to your priest of a love now deceased that i killed how it's all in your head...

 

5/ Lapdog.

A fidgety rhythmed dream account with a twist, of ones partner embarquing upon a lesbian relationship whilst the previously mentioned "one" is already secretly involved with the same person he has been jilted for-confused?

You know i'd take you there someday...
If i knew who you were...
You think i live in the subway...
But i got better by far...
You say i don't got no style now...
And i dress like i'm drunk now...
I'm your illiterate lapdog...
But i can read you out loud...

I can see there's no point in even talking to you...
I could never say anything of which you'd approve...
I may as well be on another world where i could be someone respected and appreciated...

You all laugh at my left feet...
And my obstroculous rhythm...
And at my lips when i'm tongue tied...
But that's not all i do with 'em...
Well you got you a friend...
You know i got me one too...
She likes walking your lapdog...
When she's not out with you

 

6/ The Masons Ball.

We are in reflective mode now.We are getting near the end of the road , but the end of which road?...the cassocks gather outside-then they come.

And the chips have been all the way...down...down...I look back on it everyday.....now...

There's an empty park on the outside of town town
It's the loneliest one around now...
I see a dove in a pool of oil drown drown drown
In its anguish i smile on down-i am spellbound.

In a wood is my sanctuarys silken crown gown
But i cannot see for the trees sprouting springtime.
I see an old man on skid row slip face down down down.
But from a front seat on evil he is just a clown.

SATOR. AREPO. TENET. OPERA. ROTAS

In the book of my dreams it seems-i'm in mourning...
To a derelict church 'neath the trees-i am gone...
She lies cold in the afternoon-from my dark lullaby...
And the cassocks gather outside-then they come...

SATOR. AREPO. TENET. OPERA. ROTAS

And the chips have been all the way down down,I think back on it everyday now.

 

7/ The Magic Door part 2 - Exit

And if you can pass through the magic door...
A double edged sword or a mystic eye...
The sword a gift to seal your fate...
or choose fate to choose your time...
On one hand you will see undreamable riches...
On the other you could see the way that you will die...
Do you want to break the code?

 

 

All noises written and played by Paul Whitton. The lions share of these songs were written and recorded in
Morzine and in the small village of Essert Romand in the French alps in conditions that i don't care to experience again at my tender age thank you, though if mr Lee Turnbull hadn't dragged me out there i wouldn't have met the muse that inspired this silliness so thanks to him and his! There's isolation for you!

The bits that weren't recorded there were written and recorded at the other side of France at La Grange Neuve in the equally beautiful Charente region and Melbourn England, also very nice-again using the primitive Planet Bimbo gear as before.

Also mucho thanko and respect to monsieur Roger Mandin for being a lifeline and allowing me to inflict my thing in his bar/resto in Morzine.Big salut too to Romand the trumpet player and young Alex the reggae boy king for the jam session from heaven with me and Chappers when all seemed to be lost. Equally big thanx to Rebecca May Biggenden for vox on "Los Amantes" when all she was given was "alf an idea" of what was what, and last but not least, thanx to Paul (le Forestier) Haettelfor diatonic accordion on X111 La Foret Morte and for feeding and sheltering me more times than I care to remember. Usual thank yous to my people everywhere and to Em for showing me "the door " as we were having a stroll around Grenoble one day under happier circumstances than when previously there.

Again as before thanks to C-Dub for help too numerous to mention.

www.paulwhittonmusic.com © 2012

 

 


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Paul Whitton, singer songwriter, is a talented musician. Traveling with his mobile "studio in a guitar case" he prolifically lays down song
after song playing all the instruments himself. Inspirations are eclectic. Lyrics vary from his tongue in cheek 'Porno Bimbo' to darker,
deeper songs like 'Little red cottage', as well as instrumentals like (my favorite) 'Rodriguez'.
Primarily Paul is a guitarist who cant resist picking up and playing (if not owning) every guitar he sees,
but he is equally at home with any instrument and when the clan gathers and parts are shared out, the magic is intense ...
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