Postcards from France

by Robin Mitchell

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songs written in France in the summer of 2014 (mostly), then recorded onto a dusty 4-track tape recorder in a basement in Bristol

In Postcards from France, Robin fantastically reimagines his holiday adventures in various French towns, channelling the warm musicality of Calexico and Naïm Amor and the rich lyrical playfulness of Dylan.

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released June 23, 2015

all songs by Robin Mitchell
(mad dog by Robin Mitchell and Jesse Grace Hodgson)

Jesse played accordion and piano on mad dog
(all other instruments by Robin)

the first 3 are for Han

à l'aube is for Stuart Gordon

delightful artwork by Elisa Cunningham
elisacunningham.com

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Track Name: marseille
in the grand old port of Marseille
there is a man who stands on the harbour wall each day
he waves the ships goodbye as they turn to catch the wind and sail away
from the grand old port of Marseille

and in the grand old port of Marseille
is a man who stands on the harbour wall each day
each ship that comes sailing home he welcomes with fresh aplomb
says, I hope that you enjoy your stay
here in the grand old port of Marseille

and in the higgledy-piggledy houses, so many higgledy-piggledy people
live their higgledy-piggledy lives, while you and I are just passing by
Señor looks out from the veranda, the flavour of favela rising up from below
as the sunset bathes the city in a golden glow

in the grand old port of Marseille, join the boozers and the floosies in the general melee
you might get your pocket picked if you step into the fray, but you can pour yourself a Ricard at the end of the day
in the grand old port of Marseille, sip on a Cagole and watch the waves across the bay
we leave at dawn tomorrow so please do not delay,
better disembark, better leave your mark today
here in the grand old port of Marseille
Track Name: avignon
throw me 50 centimes and I'll sing you a song
about the fair streets of Avignon
I'm a stranger in this town, I know that I do not belong
but when a city lets you in, it's so hard to move on

my love has dark eyes and long brown hair
she moves through the bustling crowds with hardly a care
and when I went a-wandering you know she couldn't find me anywhere
go to where the shadows are longest
go to where the shadows are longest
go to where the shadows are longest, I'll be there

and if you throw me 50 centimes and I'll sing you a song
about the fair streets of Avignon
I'm a stranger in this town, I know that I can't stay for long
but when a city takes you in, it's so hard to move on

my love has dark eyes and long brown hair
she moves through the bustling crowds with hardly a care
and when I went a-wandering you know she couldn't find me anywhere
go to where the candles are shortest
go to where the candles are shortest
go to where the candles are shortest, I'll be there

my love has dark eyes and long brown hair
she moves through the bustling crowds with hardly a care
and when I went a-wandering you know she couldn't find me anywhere
go to where the beers are coolest
go to where the beers are coolest
go to where the beers are coolest, I'll be there

walking the Avenue des Sources, guitar in my hand (of course!)
the man in The Cage said he'd listened for an age but he couldn't understand my accent...

my love has dark eyes and long brown hair
she moves through the bustling crowds with hardly a care
and when I went a-wandering you know she couldn't find me anywhere
go to where the wine is warmest
go to where the wine is warmest
go to where the wine is warmest, I'll be there
Track Name: corconne
in Corconne, the bell in the little church tower
chimes the time not once, but twice on the hour
and the bell in the chapel on the hillside rings
high, shrill and clear the way a choirboy sings

ding-a-ling-a-ling, a-ling-a-ling
ding-a-ling-a-ling, a-ling-a-ling
Track Name: omen
a bird flew into the window today
I sense an omen, but then again
I'm always seeing signs that don't exist

a bird flew into the schoolroom today
if I could cry freedom with every tendon
I'd be borne away upon the wind

an ember from the fire drifted down onto the carpet
I wasn't quick enough to catch it
amidst the dancing flames
you could hear the whispered names
of different birds, and the sounds of their songs

the clouds outside the window are pulling faces at me
they are drunk, they are ugly, they intimidate me
I sensed the omen as a cloud stepped on my shadow
it's going to be another long year
there's already some grey in my beard
and someone else is drinking my beer
it's going to be another long year
Track Name: alès
better keep one ear to the ground
when that circus comes to town
we'll be first inside the ring
when it's our turn to sing

we're gonna tear this city down, boys
take this city apart,
we're gonna tear this city down, down, down, down, down

when the wolves are on the prowl
and the moon is high, you can hear em howl
I ain't gonna sit around and wait
gonna get in the ring, it's my turn to sing

I wanna be in the ring
when it's my turn
I wanna be in the ring
when it's my turn to sing

the hyenas a-laughing
the parakeets a-chattering
the wolves are on the prowl,
you can see 'em from the walls

o the sound we'll make
o the ruckus we'll create
when we get inside the ring
when it's our time to sing