They‘ll gather no seed
They’ll break no bread
They‘ll gather no seed
But a hunger Instead
Bring me my home back
They’ll nourish no root
They’ll feed no soil
They‘ll grow no leaf
But a moaning and toil
Bring me my home back
Stone me and I’ll break
Shoot me and I’ll fall
Cut me and I’ll bleed
Bells toll for us all
Bring me my home back
How bark was my home
When wind was my bride
When men tore our flight
From skies far and wide
Give me my home back
Foghorn calling
Thought I spied a ship at the harbour gate
Saw the mooring
When the anchor dropped with the iron weight
Where there’s a will there’s a wanting
Where there's a heart there’s something
Where there’s a will there’s a wanting
A hand to hope
A hope to hold
To drag forth the darkness from you
Heard a whispering
With the ballot cast on the judgement floor
Heard a wailing
When the word was called it was called no more
Where there’s a wish there’s a yearning
Where there’s a turn there’s a burning
Where there’s a wish there’s a yearning
A hand to hope
A hope to hold
To call forth the darkness from you
Ship is leaving
When the bell will toll it’ll toll for you
No denying
When the log is lost it can’t be true
Where there’s a will there’s a wanting
Where there's a heart there’s something
Where there’s a will there’s a wanting
A hand to hope
A hope to hold
To drag forth the darkness from you
Foghorn calling
Foghorn calling
Foghorn calling
Foghorn calling
Where there’s a will there’s a wanting
Where there's a heart there’s something
Where there’s a will there’s a wanting
A hand to hope
A hope to hold
To drag forth the darkness from you
Too far in
Can’t turn back
Too long gone
in the gap
Shedding skin
I repent
Step by step
My lament
For the wound Dunya
I traded her
For the hope and the tear Dunya
I believed in her
For a dream
Colour breaks
Over lines
Your eyes wake
Into mine
Draw the blade
Stripped and bare
Kiss the lash
Meet me there
For the wound Dunya I traded her
For the hope and the tear Dunya
I believed in her
In a dream
And the moon Dunya
I bled for her
In a dream
Higher the peak shadows fall
Deeper the well the echo calls
Here in the unknown out of the gap
Wrapped in the fold the devil’s trap
Milder the winter fairer the tide
Finer the dust when sunlight climbs
There with the ether there with the snow
The flake on the window with the ember glowing
Wide was the water low was the tide
Darker the fear we rose to ride
You pulled me under I held you there
Together forever everywhere
Cover the darkness heaven hell
Over the distant peeling bells
Ringing in hope without regret
The living and dying of Spring are set
Turn for tomorrow leaf over years
Page after page bled out tears
Faster disciple dearest of none
Bowing to no one kingdom come
Wide was the water low was the tide
Darker the fear we rose to ride
You pulled me under I held you there
Together forever everywhere
Wide was the water low was the tide
Darker the fear we rose to ride
You held me under I pulled you there
Together forever everywhere
All aboard pull the oar and row
All aboard to the poles we go
All aboard take the oar and row
Climb aboard for the gale will blow
All aboard to the prairies wild
All aboard man woman and child
All aboard to the prairies wild
Back to back and side to side
All aboard watch paradise burn
All aboard for the past I yearn
All aboard watch paradise burn
Douse the flame will it ever return
All aboard Noah built the arc
All aboard now the choice is stark
All aboard came two by two
All aboard will he come for you
All aboard Noah built the arc
All aboard before the day was dark
All aboard run from the frey
All aboard we’ll sail away
All aboard now the waters rise
All aboard thunder in the skies
All aboard now the waters rise
On the plank before the last light dies
All aboard pull the oar and row
All aboard to the poles we go
All aboard take the oar and row
Climb aboard for the gale will blow
All aboard pull the oar and row
All aboard to the poles we go
All aboard take the oar and row
For the gale will blow
All aboard to the prairies wild
All aboard man woman and child
All aboard to the prairies wild
Back to back and side by side
All aboard now the waters rise
All aboard thunder in the skies
All aboard now the waters rise
On the plank before the last light dies
All aboard pull the oar and row
All aboard to the poles we go
All aboard take the oar and row
Climb aboard for the gale will blow
I found a path
Maybe it found me
I was blind now I see
I heard a call
Or was it from my throat
A murmur wound in the note
Like a hundred lashes
Flames give birth to ashes
When the levee crashes
Row
Who stole the birds
Tore then from the sky ?
Who then covered up the lie?
Back then before
As brothers we
Grew as leaves do for trees
Must I long for thunder
Longing how I wonder
Waves will pull me under
Row
To be undone
To die and be renewed
The lies I once took to be true
I fell for good
Off the face of time
When your eyes looked into mine
Like a hundred lashes
Flames give birth to ashes
When the levee crashes
Row
Must I long for thunder
Longing how I wonder
Waves will pull me under
Row
Dreams will be remains
Fragments never claimed
Dreams will be remains
Gain and again
Skies forever weep
Teardrops I will reap
Skies forever weep
Never ever keep
Hear me when I speak
Hear me when I cry
Hear me before I
Lay low to lie
Dipping with the lark gone
Echoes of the one song
Bending with the fold now
Broken with the last true vow
Nights will gather sleep
Shepherds they will reap
Nights will gather sleep
Drag me to the deep
Purpose is a fault
Cracked under the vault
Purpose is a fault
Reset time to nought
Hear me when I speak
Hear me when I cry
Hear me before I
Lay low to lie
Dipping with the lark gone
Echoes of the one song
Bending with the fold now
Broken with the last true vow
Hear them when they speak
Hear them when they cry
Hear them before they
Lay low to lie
When the longest night
Folds back in to day
You’ll know my love
Not to be afraid
It’s the way we’re made
Makes us break away
In your embrace
I was meant to stay
You’re not alone
To the wind you take
Murmuring desire
At the rib you ache
It’s the way we’re made
Makes us break away
Like dust and debris
In sunlight playing
It’s the way we’re made
God breath into clay
In your embrace
I was meant to stay
This house of ours a ball and chain
This house of ours where no one reigns
Forget my name and our abode
Abandon ship abort the code
I was at the bridge the fuel spent
You were at the turn but why repent
I was at the drop abandon all
I was on my knees
Unbreakable
Fire fly burning up the light
How high far into the night
This hidden sun gave birth to stars
Moonlight moans across the bars
This story then in time unfolds
This body when with words I’m told
I was at the fall drawn to the edge
You were at the lock torn at the thread
I was at the flame the root the creed
You were at the cut but why believe?
But why believe?
Fire fly burning up the light
How high far into the night
I never believed it was true
I never believed it was you
I never believed it was true
I never believed it was you
Only you only me
Only you only me
Only you only me
Gone is the hour when the hand drops
There goes the fall at the last stop
Soar on the wing south we’ve gone
Trapped at the fold hurricane blowing
Dive with the wind dipped in the tide
Snapped at the edge but the wrong side
You wouldn’t wait and I couldn’t stay
Trick to the bait is Nature’s play
Form is the bone with the vessel cracked
Spoke in the wheel with the back track
Bird on the branch with no say
Sing a little now for another way
Burden’s a beast without a home
Too far gone I’ve never known
Paradise fell on the eighth day
We’re on the last watch
Should I even pray ?
I want us to grow old
I want us to get through
I want us to be whole
I’d love to be as new
I want us to evolve
I’d like us to be true
Then maybe we’d be whole
And we could be as new
I want us to grow old
I want us to get through
I want us to be whole
Then we could be as new
A little died
Some little part of me has died
Angel bear it to the sky
A little died
Little part of me has died
Can’t help it how I tried
I yelled before
Yell it again
I’ll yell it now
Remember them
I yelled before
Yell it again
I’ll yell it now
Remember them
A little lie
Some little part of me a lie
Angel hold it to the fire
A little lie
Little part of me a lie
Had to tell it don’t know why
I yelled before
Yell it again
I’ll yell it now
Remember them
I yelled before
I’ll yell again
I’ll yell it now
Remember them
I yelled before
I’ll yell again
I’ll yell it now
Remember them
You were the blood kissed by the thorn
I was the wind in the leaf
Bent at the eye of the storm
North at the pole repelled and drawn
I wanted to fall or to be reborn
Fall or to be reborn
I tried to be brave you tried to be strong
You said I was wise like a king
More like a fool all along
I wanted to drown in the dust of a drought
I wanted in when the real way was out
In when the real way was out
And so I ran but nowhere fast
I was the hare in the lights
And the lead that fired up the glass
The way was dark and I should have passed
You were the first through and I was the last
The first through and I was the last
Tides always turn dipping away
I was the wing in flight
Dying to return some day
But I couldn’t leave nor could I stay
Deliver me I used to say
Deliver me I used to say
Once more to the fore but for what cause
I heard a heartbeat and then a pause
Go where the real way is yours
Go where the real way is yours
Produced by Piers Faccini and Frederic Soulard
All songs by Piers Faccini except :
Dunya - Music and lyrics by Piers Faccini and Malik Ziad
All Aboard - Lyrics written by Piers Faccini, music by Piers Faccini and Malik Ziad, arranged by Karim Ziad
Foghorn Calling and Remember Them, arranged by Malik Ziad
Arrangements for string quartet on Dunya, Together Forever Everywhere, Lay Low To Lie and Paradise Fell by Luc Suarez
Arrangements for string quartet on They Will Gather No Seed and Epilogue by Luc Suarez and Frederic Soulard
Recorded at Blackbox, Angers, France by Frederic Soulard and Etienne Clauzel from June 19th to 30th, 2020
Drums by Simone Prattico on Dunya and Lay Low To Lie recorded at NGR, Roma
by Francesco De Nigris
Ben Harper recorded his voice and acoustic slide guitar on All Aboard at home in L.A
Abdelkebir Merchane on All Aboard recorded by Tarik Hmiti, at HMTI, Marrakech, Morocco
Strings recorded by Sébastien Tondo at Studio 12 ter, Montreuil, France on July 15th and 16th, 2020
Mixed by Frederic Soulard assisted by Léo Nivot at Studio Méchant, Paris, France
Mastered by Chab at Chab mastering, Paris, France
Executive production and A&R – Anaïs Ledoux and Laurent Bizot
Artwork - Piers Faccini
Design - Element(s)
Published by Beating Drum / Nø Førmat!
They Will Gather No Seed
Piers Faccini - Voice, acoustic guitar, piano, percussion
Sylvain Favre-Bulle - Violin
Florian Maviel - Violin
Benachir Boukhatem - Viola
Clément Petit - Cello
Foghorn Calling
Piers Faccini - Voice, electric guitar, guitar-oud, backing vocals
Malik Ziad - Guembri, backing vocals
Karim Ziad - Karkabous, tbel, backing vocals
Clément Petit - Cello
Dunya
Piers Faccini - Voice, acoustic and electric guitar, backing vocals
Malik Ziad - Voice, aouisha, guembri, backing vocals
Karim Ziad - Brushes, tbel, cassettes, backing vocals
Simone Prattico - Snare drum
Sylvain Favre-Bulle - Violin
Florian Maviel - Violin
Benachir Boukhatem - Viola
Clément Petit - Cello
Together Forever Everywhere
Piers Faccini - Voice, acoustic guitar
Sylvain Favre-Bulle - Violin
Florian Maviel - Violin
Benachir Boukhatem - Viola
Clément Petit - Cello
All Aboard Feat. Ben Harper and Abdelkebir Merchane
Abdelkebir Merchane sings the traditional El Fqih
Piers Faccini - Voice, National, electric guitar, backing vocals
Ben Harper - Voice, acoustic slide guitar, backing vocals
Abdelkebir Merchane - Voice, backing vocals
Malik Ziad - Aouisha, backing vocals
Karim Ziad - Guembri, karkabous, tbel, backing vocals
Levante
Piers Faccini - Voice, National, guitar-oud, backing vocals, claps
Malik Ziad - Aouisha, backing vocals, claps
Karim Ziad - Brushes, bendir, karkabous, backing vocals, claps
Oriane Lacaille - Kayamb
Benachir Boukhatem - Viola
Clément Petit - Cello
Lay Low To Lie
Piers Faccini - Voice, acoustic guitar, backing vocals
Malik Ziad - Guembri, oud, backing vocals
Karim Ziad - Bendir, backing vocals
Simone Prattico - Drums
Sylvain Favre-Bulle - Violin
Florian Maviel - Violin
Benachir Boukhatem - Viola
Clément Petit - Cello
The Longest Night
Piers Faccini - Voice, acoustic guitar, guitar-oud, harmonium, backing vocals
Firefly
Piers Faccini - Voice, electric guitars, backing vocals, claps
Malik Ziad - Guembri, mandole, backing vocals, claps
Karim Ziad - Bendir, taàrija, backing vocals, claps
Oriane Lacaille - Backing vocals
Clément Petit - Cello
Paradise Fell
Piers Faccini - Voice, acoustic guitar, dulcimer, psaltery, backing vocals
Malik Ziad - Guembri
Sylvain Favre-Bulle - Violin
Florian Maviel - Violin
Benachir Boukhatem - Viola
Clément Petit - Cello
Remember Them
Piers Faccini - Voice, guitar-oud, backing vocals
Malik Ziad - Guembri
Karim Ziad - Bendir, taàrija
The Real Way Out
Piers Faccini - Voice, acoustic guitar, backing vocals
Clement Petit- Cello
Epilogue
Piers Faccini - Voice, acoustic guitar, piano, percussion
Sylvain Favre-Bulle - Violin
Florian Maviel - Violin
Benachir Boukhatem - Viola
Clément Petit - Cello
Elaboré deux ans durant, Shapes of the Fall, le septième album de Piers Faccini, représente un tournant sur la route qui, étape après étape, le conduit au plus près de l’essence plurielle de son songwriting. Orchestrant des échanges profonds entre folksongs, pulsations gnawas et quatuor à cordes, il peaufine un artisanat qui se nourrit autant de l’héritage anglo-américain et des traditions de la Méditerranée, du Maghreb et de l’Afrique de l’Ouest que de la musique ancienne ou baroque. C’est aussi un jalon majeur dans ce dialogue fécond entre l’intime et l’universel que Piers Faccini aime à composer. Tout est dit avec ce titre qui surimpose l’image de la chute et celle de l’automne : Shapes of the Fall se penche sur notre monde en cours d’effondrement, observé par un homme qui vient d’entrer dans sa cinquantième année. Un tableau empreint de gravité, mais traversé par la première qualité des âmes lucides : celle “d’émettre ou de réfléchir la lumière”.
L’album s’ouvre avec They Will Gather no Seed, chanson nue qui dit l’épuisement des ressources de la planète, la rupture entre l’homme et la terre, le sentiment de perte et de gâchis. Complainte désemparée qui finit par s’élever, s’enfièvre à feu doux, invite une étincelle d’espoir… “C’est le lamento qui ouvre le chemin à toutes les déclinaisons du récit, explique Piers Faccini. On regarde son désespoir en face, pour mieux se demander quelle énergie en tirer. C’est par la danse qu’arrivera la réponse. Les deux formes principales de musiques traditionnelles sont celles qui font pleurer, et celles qui font danser. Entre elles se crée un équilibre : c’est ce qui nous rend vivants et sains.” Ce point d’équilibre, c’est aussi un point de convergence entre différents domaines musicaux, qui inscrit Piers Faccini dans une autre histoire, souterraine et transversale, du songwriting. “Je suis obsédé par un certain sens de l’épure, notamment dans les musiques traditionnelles – tarentelle, chant gnawa, maloya réunionnais… Relier le songwriting à quelque chose d’ancien et de large, c’est rappeler que son histoire ne débute pas avec Bob Dylan ou Nick Drake.”
Dans Shapes of the Fall, ces passerelles spatio-temporelles sont mûrement pesées, pensées. D’une tourne berbère (Firefly) à des méditations folk (Together Forever Everywhere, The Real Way Out et The Longest Night), d’un blues du désert aux atours de tarentelle (Lay Low to Lie) au call and response de All Aboard, qui croise les voix du maâlem marocain Abdelkebir Merchane et de l’Américain Ben Harper, il règne ici une forme d’esprit de concorde, transcendé par l’usage que le polyglotte Piers Faccini fait de la langue anglaise. “Cette fois-ci, j’ai décidé d’assumer l’anglais du début à la fin. Que se passe-t-il lorsqu’il a pour partenaires de danse des musiques du Maghreb ou de la Méditerranée ? Il faut du temps pour éprouver sa souplesse, comprendre où poser avec lui le pied et les mots. C’est le fruit du travail que je mène depuis ma première chanson, écrite à l’âge de 13 ans.” Cette quête, Piers Faccini l’anime aussi par son goût des rencontres. Dans Shapes of the Fall, il s’appuie ainsi sur quatre précieux compagnons de route : Malik Ziad (oud, guembri, guitare, mandole), complice depuis l’album I Dreamed an Island (2016) et grand spécialiste des musiques gnawas et du Maghreb ; son frère Karim Ziad, autre érudit virtuose qui apporte sa science éclectique et dansante des percussions ; Lucas Suarez, une vieille connaissance (il fut le guitariste de Charley Marlowe, le premier groupe de Piers), auteur d’arrangements sur mesure pour quatuor ; et enfin le réalisateur/ingénieur du son Fred Soulard, as de la captation qui a apporté le traitement brut, sans vernis inutile, que ce recueil de chansons appelait.
Pour comprendre le processus créatif et libérateur qui se joue dans Shapes of the Fall, voyez comment il s’achève : Epilogue est une reprise de They Will Gather no Seed, dans laquelle le souffle léger des vocalises et des cordes remplace le sel des larmes et l’amertume initiale des mots. Un cycle s’est accompli, une boucle se referme, une lumineuse transformation a eu lieu. Figure circulaire – ou plutôt spiralée, car ouverte – que Piers Faccini connaît bien, puisqu’il l’explore depuis les débuts de son parcours solo, il y a 17 ans : à travers elle s’épanouit son art d’interroger le monde en soi, et sa propre place dans le monde.
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26/06 LES CÉVENNES La Route de la Voix
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14/07 ARLES (13) Les Suds
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26/07 SAINT-PROUANT (85) Prieuré de Grammont
29/07 PORNICHET (44) Les Rencarts
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