Nectar Thief EP

by Renny Jackson

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Words and music by Renny Jackson*

Guitar and Vocals: Renny Jackson

Bass: Samuel C. Roberts

Recording: Samuel C. Roberts

Additional mastering: Donal Sweeney @ Triangle Audio, London

Cover Artwork: Dave Wright

*Except words for 'Pity the Drunks' (David Constantine), 'Paris at Night' (Jacques Prévert) and 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night' (Dylan Thomas).

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released August 20, 2015

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Track Name: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Track Name: Pity the Drunks
Pity the drunks in this late April snow
They drank their hats and coats a week ago
They touch the sun, they tapped the melting ground
In public parks we saw them sitting round
The merry campfire of a cider jar upon a crocus cloth
Alas some are alreday stiff in mortuaries
Who were seduced by Spring to go from here to there
Putting their best foot forward on the road,
To Walkden, Camberwell or Leeds it snowed
It met them waiting at the roundabout
They had no hats or coats to keep it out
They did a lap or two they caught a cough
They did another lap and shuffled off
Track Name: Paris at Night
One by one three candles are lit
In the night, in the night
The first to see your whole face
In the night, in the night

The second to see your eyes
In the night, in the night
The last to see your mouth
In the night, in the night

And the whole of the darkness
To remind me of this
Holding you in my arms
Holding you in my arms
Track Name: Nectar Thief
I am the nectar thief
Watch as gulls come to peck at me
But I am impeccably guilty;
I am the nectar thief

I am the nectar thief
The stolen metre of a bumble bee
The picked pocket of a rhyming scheme
Yes I am the nectar thief

Look at my wings!
Look at my claws!

I like a unicyclist at the festival
Or the upward flick of the dandy’s joints
As he reels away with the £2 coins
And laughter of children he asked for his toil.

I am the nectar thief
All this buzzing doesn’t bother me
I look for bud when the bud's in spring
I am the nectar thief

I am the nectar thief
Singing songs from my hexagon dreams
Year on year I drift along this stream
I am the nectar thief

I am the nectar thief
A beast of pollen need to seek my kin
Share the spoils which to my being cling
I am the nectar thief

I am the nectar thief
From stem to bud I have done my deed
Heavy loaded but I’m flying free
I am the nectar thief
Track Name: Raskolnikov's Dream
Raskolnikov’s Dream

Through the light and the half-light
Through the cracks of skin and mind
By a bush a man lay down to rest
And dreamt he was a child

It was a summer afternoon
Sunk sultry and grey
With his father he walked out of town
They were heading towards a grave

At the edge of town there’s a tavern
Looking lonely and beat
Where the rabid rabble rally
Where the twisted faces meet

But like the hooligans at New Street
A crowd come running out the bar
Drunk and bawling songs and brawling arms
At the entrance by a cart

By the cart stands a dray horse
Heavy mane and heavy hooves
With heavy weary eyes stands aside
Almost silent brays aloof

Now the owner of the beast
Jumps up and saddles in
Cries ‘We’re going for a ride!’ strikes her hide
And there’s a roar across the din

People pile in by the cart load
With their red-cotton, trims and beads
Cracking nuts and laughing
Start shouting at the stead

‘If she won’t move I’ll beat her!’
‘If you beat her so will I!’
‘If she won’t move I’ll kill her, I swear
I’m her owner see if I lie’

Well their whips hailed down with anger
Like a gushing from their soul
Decrepit she still kicks back
Against those drunks playing the fool

Others shelter behind pillars
Turn their children from the sight
As the owner raised a slab above his head
And brought it down with all his might

But still they could not beat her
Still her back stood strong
So they whipped her eyes and beat her again
To the rhythm of their songs

At last she fell unmoving
Drew a deep labouring breath
‘My property!’ cried the owner
I do what I see is best

The dreamer woke under a tree
Thoughts scattered and confused
From the terror and the fear
Tried to shake his mind loose

But the then he asked himself
As in darkness you might’ve too
‘Could I break, steal and tremble?’
Wandered home on a different route