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Rushing The Borders

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by Klezma Villanova

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released 10 December 2009
All music written and produced by Klezma Villanova. Klezma Villanova are:

Ryan Dunphy | David B. Miller | Harrison Prescot | Joe Whitney-Fish

Featuring Rob Skipper (fiddle) on tracks 1 and 2.
Engineered by Jason Thomas at MonoTwin Studios.
Tracks 2,3 and 4 were mixed by Jason Thomas at MonoTwin Studios. Contact at www.myspace.com/monotwinrecords

Rushing The Borders was mixed by Moritz Hausler.
All tracks mastered by Moritz Hausler.

℗ and © 2009 Klezma Villanova.

www.myspace.com/klezmavillanova | www.facebook.com/klezmavillanova

Managed by Jack Rothwell, PoloMosquito Management. Contact at polomosquito@hotmail.com

Design by Jon Abbott. Contact at www.jon-abbott.com
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Track Name: Rushing the Borders
~ Rushing the Borders ~

Motherland I never thought I’d see the day
When even the ornaments sprouted legs, and moved away.
I wish to roam, find a new home, put the key in my back and turn, turn, turn
The soils laced with truth, the fiddler broke his back when he fell off the roof!
Tradition, tradition! He never kept his word so we
“Rush the border!”

There is a voice that taunts me in my head,
There is greener grass to eat, unearth the fortune that you seek.
If I had wings, I’d flap out of this town, but feathers sun and wax sent Icarus hurtling to the ground.
And dressing up in guard attire led the tailor straight to hell.
So my good friends, I’m afraid you have no choice
I’ll count backwards- three, two, one, then we
“Rush the border!”

Put the key in my back and turn, turn, turn
Track Name: Eden
~ Eden ~

You treat this place like a hotel, money speaks all language.
In this enchanted time of year when little children disappear!
He had a heart, as black as the souls of his feet.
Hidden deep behind those eyes, his fathers words were on his mind, I never listen to mother.

We will inherit the earth! Bask in its worth, making loose ends, meet our gypsy friends.
And when I reach that ripe old age I’ll look down and smile.

All the things we sacrificed to catch a glimpse of paradise.
In this enchanted time of year when little children disappear!
You should never trust you neighbours, for they’ll stab you in the back.
What do you write to a dying man who’s had life ripped from his hands?
I always listen to Father.
Track Name: The Wolf who Cried Boy
~ The Wolf Who Cried Boy ~

Lend me ten francs my friend, I’ll be in your debt 'till the end!
And the quartet played but they never got paid, crippled wealth to mend.
Monsieur and the renegade, eccentric and misbehaved,
And they hated love but they loved to hate, yet it put food on the plate..

The more you know, the more you know you need to know!
Four more years have past
The more you know, the more you know you need to know!
Four more years to last..

We both have hands to eat, we both have sneaky feet,
Beg? I’d rather steal a loaf of bread then it’s off to the guillotine and off with my head!
How dare you call me a fool, I was born two eyes and a monocle,
I’ll teach you roll your R’s, fist fight in bars, my dearest boy!

Raise the blade! For only your fleas will mourn you!!
Track Name: Man from Istanbul
~ Man from Istanbul ~

I am sitting on the roof of your house, spewing vile volumes from my mouth..
Oh, it didn’t take me long to get here 'cos I got a leg from a leather faced man.
He’s not from this land..

I am waiting beside your bed, I got a wicker basket to take home your head,
Oh it didn’t take me long to get here 'cos I got a lift from the highway man.
He’s always lending me a hand..

And now the Ottoman is dead, the Black Sea has turned red.
Oh, it didn’t take him long to get her despite of the life he led..

There was a man with saffron in his hands, a man from Istanbul.