Lady Guinevere

A new recording of this for the new album https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/album/peacocks-tales-the-sapphire-wedding-album

Belle ami, si est de nous, ne vous sans moi, ni moi sans vous.

Let them play at boyish games round
A table. Though walled up, bound,
In an unpublished garden, stone
Tower with window, all alone,
This court still revolves around me.
I twist them all round my pretty
Little finger, a studded ring:
The champion knight, the poor king,
Modred, Gawain, my Lancelot.
It’s the only power I know.

Who waits… and do not wait to see
The object of his worship pass,
Wasted, into this looking glass,
Wheat-hair, rose-lips, unsown, should he
Choose to deny himself – and me.

He comes through enchanted forests,
Rough-horses, haunted castles, mists;
From slaying giants, big bad knights:
Barons with feudal appetites;
Impossible quests for Our Lady,
Sowing wild seeds Love meant for me;
Obsessed so with courtly sin and
Confession – Indulgence’s twin;
Greets Artos, old friend – clash of mail
(So grieved his crown still lacks a graal,
So tedious!) He comes to me

Who waits… and do not wait to see
The object of his worship pass,
Wasted, into this looking glass,
Wheat-hair, rose-lips, unsown, should he
Choose to deny himself – and me.

© Gareth Calway 1991

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This Guinevere lyric is written in imitation of the French romance verse form (octosyllabic couplets giving a lighter, faster feel than the English iambic pentameter) and evokes the medieval Guinevere of the troubadours of Provence rather than the Gwenhwyfar of Celtic myths and of Dark Age history. We wanted this Guinevere to sound contemporary and confident, chipping against the beat of the courtly love tradition in which she was a love object rather than a love subject.

Peacock's Tales album trailer

This is an album we've made to celebrate our Sapphire Wedding. The concert of British folk and Americana we'd invite you all to if we were 45 years younger! If you have any questions or comments about the music, you can submit them as you listen and we'll get back to you at the end. Or please feel free just to listen, let the music do the talking and enjoy. 
FEEL FREE TO LISTEN TO ANY OR ALL OF THE ALBUM AND WATCH THE FILMS BEFORE DECEMBER 1ST but we do hope you will also join our get together for the Listening Party on the day itself. All welcome. The more the merrier!

https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/merch/peacocks-tales-the-sapphire-wedding-album-listening-party

Gwenhwyfar

All our own work, though in different centuries. I wrote the words in the 1980s; Maz put them to music in the 2020s. This is the grand finale of the British folk front side of the new Sapphire Wedding album ("Peacocks Tales, launch and listening party on Bandcamp Sunday Dec 1 5 pm) and, particularly after the instrumental section recapitulates the various strands we've pursued in unison and harmony: folk song, poetry, British storytelling and the combination of all three. It's a worthy subject for this, the long glories of the Arthurian legend narrated in the style of ancient Welsh alliterative verse as they come to their tragic end, imbued with ancient mysticism and Celtic myths of the cycle of the seasons, and from the point of view of Gwenhwyfar, joined by Bedwyr, the dwindling Round Table and the centuries of elegising bards after the bridge.) A very different Gwenhwyfar from the cocky Norman minx of track 6. Lord Arthur is gone, I laud my Beloved: Cross on invincible shield, blood-red, Dragon on young-summer green, red, The terrible clatter of returning hooves. I never quite believed. Always feared him Dead. But he always came. Arthur is gone, I laud my Beloved: Swift white charger swooping like a spear On the bonfire builders, the wolvers of women, Scourging the rat run barbarian inroads, Animal tracks of attacking Saxon, His spur-tensed Britons beat back the Beast. (Then Llugh fought battles within himself, Cei fought his own rule, Bedwyr fought Llugh, And some sought long for the holy caldron, Sought it like a spoil of war, And, gentle as light, my Beloved loved me.) And Medraut gnawed through the golden years Myrddin called a threshold to the dark, And its beacon. Medraut, eyes on me Like a dog’s on the moon, snapping his moment. To Camlann the coastland, carried me off. Gone my Beloved, my Beloved I mourn. Bridge And little the faith I had yet in Arthur, The Angel campaigner, strong as light, His sun-bright stars above the wicked forest Seeming to fade. Rusty the scabbard, Still magic the sword. And, once more, he came. I’ve believed too little. I make my Confession. At last I understood. The flincher from spears, Medraut, was part of Arthur, his shadow, Chancel and gargoyle had to be cancelled Where all deeds are drowned, all swords returned: Avalon. And I’ll run no more. I’ve believed too little. I make my Confession. Night and this nunnery will fall. Ravens Will flock on the gore. Let others keep A glimmer, a glorious page, of Logres alight Until the dawn. My confession’s done. Still my heart waits for hoofbeats. (Still, my heart waits for hoofbeats…) © Gareth Calway 1991 credits from PEACOCK'S TALES (The Sapphire Wedding Album) Maz: lead vocal, acoustic guitar Gaz: bass, percussion, harmonium, howls, vocals and voice in Part 2, common flute The film combines a seasonal cycle - Medraut the winter king to Arthur's May king and with Gwenhwyfar's autumnal mood as Logres falls into the dark - with a lake supplying the hints of Celtic water divinity and our splendidly spacious heathland-situated alma mater (UEA) standing in for Logres, Camelot and civilisation.

Sonnet 66 Revisited

New recording and new film this ShakespaRap for our new (Sapphire Wedding) album, launch and listening party on Bandcamp 5 pm Sunday Dec 1st.

ShakespaRap (Sonnet 66)

Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,

As, to behold desert a beggar born,

And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,

And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,

And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,

And strength by limping sway disabled,

And art made tongue-tied by authority,

And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,

And captive good attending captain ill.

Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,

Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

Originally I rapped this straight to camera. For this version, we've worked the audio up into the full drum and bass extravaganza and dubbed that onto the original. 

Rise of an April Leaf

https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/track/the-rise-of-an-april-leaf

The rise of the title implies the fall and in this poem the leaf at its unfurling nervously considers its mortality and all the things that can go wrong. The second voice representing all the things urging it on - sun, spring etc - riffs on the old moral 'he who saves himself loses himself'. We've recorded this poem as spoken word before under the title 'Bringing in the May' but this musical version will represent the vegetation stage in our emerging "A Love That Involves Evolution" sequence, which begins here -  peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/track/invocation-a-love-that-involves-evolution

lyrics

Puckered,
Helpless,
Grizzly,
Clenched
Ugly as a newborn face;
Scared to let myself go:
And where can I go
Except towards death?
And what if I grow
In the wrong directions,
Abnormal or twisted,
And how do you do it anyway?
Thoughts crumpled,
Feelings crushed.
Perhaps I’m not even a leaf?
Just scared to stand out
From the crowded branches?
So what am I? – yellow?
Or just painfully shy
Soft virgin green
Closed against the urging sun?
Do I have to do anything?
Will I just become – me?
Or do I have to force myself out?
Safer to sit tight;
But then I get scared
The rest of the branch
Which had seemed
So wooden
Is unfolding faster;
Best to let go then;
But what if my flower
Hardly out of bud
Gets pollinated?

The May blossom light
Of the still warm evening;
The birdsong high
Above distant traffic:
The Sun become mild
And expansive, beaming:
The breathless wind:
All give their answer:
He who saves his dances

Will never be a dancer.

© Gareth Calway and first published in 'Encounter' Magazine in April 1987.

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released October 29, 2024
Maz - voice, acoustic guitar
Gaz - voice, bass guitar, drums

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Diamonds and Rust

Our Halloween performance this year is an absolute gem by Joan Baez. A ghost story "("Well I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again") that haunts your heart rather than your mind. This song appealed strongly to both of us. The supercharged emotion conveyed through a storm of many vivid details (like an imagist or concrete poem and it may well have started as one) each detail sparse and understated but diamond clear, the finger plucked heart not given to displays of emotion here shaken to its shattered core by the heartbreak recollected in tranquility; the hard glittering edges of naked female vulnerability; holding a mirror up to Dylan "You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague 'Cause I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes, I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid" giving a counter-voice to all those women though history objectified into a Mother Mary/Venus by the male wand. plus of course the throat-throbbing Baez vocal. Maz's first venture into finger plucking guitar.

Well, I'll be damned

Here comes your ghost again

But that's not unusual

It's just that the moon is full

And you happened to call

And here I sit

Hand on the telephone

Hearing a voice I'd known

A couple of light years ago

Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes

Were bluer than robin's eggs

My poetry was lousy you said

Where are you calling from?

A booth in the midwest

Ten years ago

I bought you some cufflinks

You brought me something

We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust

Well, you burst on the scene

Already a legend

The unwashed phenomenon

The original vagabond

You strayed into my arms

And there you stayed

Temporarily lost at sea

The Madonna was yours for free

Yes, the girl on the half-shell

Could keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing

With brown leaves falling all around

And snow in your hair

Now you're smiling out the window

Of that crummy hotel

Over Washington Square

Our breath comes out white clouds

Mingles and hangs in the air

Speaking strictly for me

We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me

You're not nostalgic

Then give me another word for it

You who are so good with words

And at keeping things vague

'Cause I need some of that vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly

Yes, I loved you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust

I've already paid

walk on the wild side full band version

The original film https://youtu.be/g_Fp0EceMpA was just the two live takes - guitar and vocal and the bass track - filmed consecutively and then spliced together. Those two live takes remain the basis of this performance but the full band, including Maz on the vocal chorus, is now overdubbed onto the sound of the original film. So you get the satisfaction of the immediacy plus the extra textures of the various overdubs. This whole thing wasn't planned- we heard an interview with Herbie Flowers who created the unique bass part on the original Transformer track (and also played tuba elsewhere on that beautifully soft touch album) and just wanted to see how he did it and how much of it we could pull off in our own way. It happened quite quickly at first but then a little slower as we kept hearing more stuff on the Lou Reed track that we wanted to recreate as a Peacock Tale.

The Worm That Didn't Count (for National Poetry Day)

Our contribution to National Poetry Day on the theme of 'counting'. A digital download of the studio audio will go live on Bandcamp on the day itself (Thursday Oct 3) and a link to that will also appear here.

The Worm That Didn't Count

i'm a creep,

a real crawler,

no backbone

at all, a

low humble

grinder, base

mouth full

of soil, a

wet, writhing

hyper-

sensed slave

to all, a

chill, faceless

horror, tightlipped,

toothless

scrawl, a

dim, brainless

shrinker from

harm, a cringing

coil, but a-

live!

and i can turn

To a snake in the grass, or in your bosom,

(Or under a garland of bright apple blossom)

Moving you deep in your bowels:

Subtly developed, sophisticated,

Staring through hooded lidless eyes

At a dense underworld, dimmed, deaf as Dis,

Feeling my sniff-flicking way with my tongue,

With a wriggle of ribs, swift-scaling the dust,

Dumb, unless rattled, when, breath caught, I hiss.

I'm

Puffed up with sluggish irritation,

Stitched in a dead skin, a splintered vision,

Excreted through rocks like fear, or birth,

Charmed by your writing arms, scared of sticks,

The dinosaur undead, too potent to handle,

Daemonic, divine, river written in the stars,

Smooth poison keeping Creation sweet,

The dragon. Get off my back or I'll strike you.

You've wanted me always, under your heel.

© Gareth Calway 1991

Metal

Peacock's Tale Musical Storytelling ( @PeacocksTaleFolkIndieDuo ) is the final iteration of an artistic (and teaching) career spent trying to make art as part of a combined arts collective. I was never quite able to square the circle of (a) the thrill of artists from different disciplines working together with (b) their temperamental predisposition against team work. I suspect you don't have to be married for 40 years first but it helps. Anyway, while as PTMS we focus our combined arts mainly on musical storytelling, a part of me still wants to go out as a full blown multi-arts collective called Wasted On You Lot. If we did, Metal, filmed at UEA near the Sainsbury Centre, would be our first performing installation. Find the text of the poem, an alternative film and a digital download of the audio here - https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/tr...

Walk on the Wild Side

Holly came from Miami, FLA
Hitch-hiked her way across the USA
Plucked her eyebrows along the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she

They said, "Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side"
Alright

Candy came from out on the Island
In the back room she was everybody's darling
But she never once lost her head
Even when she was giving head

She said, "Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, Candy
Take a walk on the wild side"
And the colored girls go

"Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo

Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo"

Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City's the place

Where you said, "Hey, Joe
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, baby
Take a walk on the wild side"

Sugar Plum Fairy came down and hit the streets
Looking for soul food and for a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should've seen them go, go, go

They said, "Hey, sugar
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side"
Alright
Huh

Jackie, she is just speeding away
She thought she was James Dean for a day
But then you know that she had to crash
Valium would have helped that bash

She said, "Hey, Jackie
Take a walk on the wild side"
I said, "Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side"
And the colored girls go

"Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo

Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo

Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo"

The Song of the Wedding Rings

The idea here was to write about marriage in terms of the actual punishing metallurgical processes by which gold wedding rings are made, from the formation of the minerals in which it is found to the finished pieces of separated jewellery with which the marriage begins. It became quite an effective allegory for the resistance and conflicts invited when two souls embark on the perilous adventure of wedding into one and was a deliberate challenge to the convention that the wedding is the 'happy ending' of something as in romance novels, as any 'married' person knows it's just the start and you aren't really 'married' in that sense for a long long time, if ever. The ego resists it as fiercely as the love invites it. Thus the choice of poetic form, terza rima, is  that chosen by Dante for Paradiso but also for Inferno and Purgatorio. This 'wedding' of the he and she  is hell and purgatory with a vision of heaven. I read it at our best man's wedding as part of the service though for obvious reasons in that context I emphasised the heavenly vision just before the end.

He. 

It's very dark in here. I'm paralysed,

Dorman and dreamless. Feel poles

Of heat and cold unchanged. And neutralise

Them. Don't know what to do with myself, doled

With endless wastes of time to kill. Waiting

For someone to turn me up, an end to hold

Onto. Feel a distant purity but ring

False, hopelessly flawed and dull, when struck. Dumb.

This happen to me. Especially nothing.

I sent a short time somewhere crowded, numb.

About eight million years. There was lots

Of immigrant stuff I'd vaguely become

A art of. It was probably chaos.

I just lay back, let it all not happen.

Then there was a change. The night was a-buzz,

Vibrating. And I - it was quite sudden

I suppose - was in two places at once.

It got - warmer. My molecules loosened,

Got a little excited.... Ages thence,

It registered that the immigrant stuff,

With impossible speed, had vanished, whence

I was more my own thing. Though a good half

(In two different places) was missing,

Cut. But that's neither here nor there. I have

No lost identity. I feel nothing.

She.

Can't move. Can't. Move. Can only steal my grain

Against him, against more change. Petrified.

And what should I? Nothing ever mends. I'm 

Stuck with myself, though God alone knows why.

I never asked to be here.Molten Light's

Delirium conceived me just to lie

Beneath the piled millenniums of Night

In everlasting restlessness. I'd been

Going nowhere. Slowly. Coldly. My bright

Beginning finished soon as it began.

Now I'm in my own way. Too dense to shift

From it. In a life without end... I'm dammed.

The only chance I've got - of real Life -

Is being overcome by Force. Another's.

But afterwards I'd only lie there. Stiff,

As if unmoved. Regardless.Why bother?

He

I want her but won't give a mile, an inch.

She's only a bit of stuff. But, oh, she's

Heaven. If only she'd yield, I'd be so rich!

She

I've done with cast-offs, drossy heels and quartz.

I was bathed in cyanide to free me,

Though a false gleam conceals it, of course.

I hate and despise like poison sweet

These clods, detest their coarsened common feel.

I'm REFINED, (if you even know what it means).

No. Not just 'polished' my so-called 'dear'.  REAL.

He

You needed nerves of steel just to survive

Where I cane from. You were given a scrape

nd crushed from the start. Bent/ All you insides

Exposed. Filed. Drilled into shape.

You needed a tempered will like iron,

Smoothness and flash a hammer couldn't break.

The fault's my background. Not whom it picked on.

She

You want me? Why? Does a certain stable

Fluency attract you to me, blending

My lightness and grace? I'm pliable

If you really try. But I risk nothing,

It's just how I am, it doesn't move me.

To you it;s magnetic. All this straining

To reach me's YOUR problem. YOUR star. Icy.

He

I feel half dead. My other half's somewhere

Else. One day I'll be got back in once piece,

Perhaps. Meanwhile, I've been jolted half-aware

In opposite directions. Once...Or twice...

She

Or not... No amount of chemistry,

No amount of earth, no amount of time

Can touch me. Put your life's current through me

I'll stay switched off. Like lead, for all my shine.

He

I can't wake up. Such fatigue. It's so hard

To push through this irresistible dark, Fate's

Immoveable object - myself.... I'm shattered.

Ony once, I was dreaming of a shape

Brilliantly mettled, Primely Moving. It all

Came together, in every place...

She

Oh yes, I've dreamt of a true Golden Age

Where I, the immutable Iron Maid,

Break out at last of that golden cage,

Dim memory melting riveted gaze,

Endure, am accepted in, a world I embrace.

Touch. Know - another being. Feel...

Escape...

                    But - No. Im too rusted in place

In my restlessness. I will play it straight.

Keep a grip. Lie low. Remain poker-faced.

Preserve my goodness, value, glow. And wait.

Sonata in G "Love and Death"

In the classic days of the single this would be the experimental/'progressive' B side of "Bring Me To Fring All Saints." The track explores what, if anything, remains when the body dies? The answer is beyond reason and even the strongest faith can only guess. The only certainty our little duo has on this question is that if the little self we fearfully cling to in the face of death is all we have, then we're not really living anyway. That little self palpably dies whenever we let it go and embrace a larger existence, as for example when we love. 

The lyric is a Petrarchan sonnet repeated with variations. In sonata terms the first theme ( in the tonic key) is "In fear of death and out of love with God" which changes key into "In love with death and fear of God and doubt" and back again, a pattern repeated with word modulations on the same theme as the octave of the sonnet works out (ABBBAABBA.) The second theme (in the dominant key) is "In doughty love with love and life and out" which changes key into "Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune" and back again, this second pattern also repeated with word modulations on the same theme as the sestet of the sonnet works out - (CDEEDC. ) The sonnet is repeated with subtle variations and then the two themes, both verbal and musical, are developed before the recapitulation (beginning "In fear of death and out of love with God/ In love with death and fear of God and doubt") resolves with a repeat of the original dominant sestet in the tonic key.

Thus, the themes of love and death are expositioned, developed and resolved as both sonata and sonnet.

All the vocal and instrumental lines ( bass, harmonium, acoustic guitar, tom, snare) are simple but the overall sonata construction is more complex than anything I've ever tried before so I didn't want to waste the considerable cognitive effort required on a trivial subject. Love and death are certainly not trivial themes. As regards the lyric, the phrases had to be as musical as they are semantic and in constructing a sonnet for this musical programme two things happened. 1. I wrote in a less linear, more cyclical, way than usual and being so preoccupied with the form (and the minting of phrases that resounded and that could be developed in the repetitions and varied as tunes are in a sonata) my mind was so preoccupied it let my deepest feelings about these themes through undistracted and unfiltered.

The sonnet as a poetical form repeats metrical and musical ideas anyway (the form, meter and rhyme in an octave and sestet which pivot around a 'turn' at the end of the eight line ) and the 'thought' of a sonnet goes one way (thesis) and then the other (antithesis) towards its synthesis at the end. In this one, those repetitions, pivots and resolutions are extended through subtle variations of the same sonnet (rather than say a sonnet sequence based on verbal thoughts only) within an overall musical sonata.

music as an actual formal musical sonata with sonnet lyrics. 


peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/track/sonata-in-g-love-and-death for full notes.  

lyrics

In fear of death and out of love with God,
In love with death and fear of God and doubt
Of love and life and All and driven out
Of every In and home and church, a rod 
For my own back, and with my own nails shod,
In fear of life and death of love I shout
My doubtful notes, my beaten heart as stout 
As death, and out of fear I pray to God.

In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed,
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.

And half in love with death and fear of God
In fear of All - and all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers of lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer ‘Yes...
And half in love with death and fear of God
In fear of All - and all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers for lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer ‘Yes
Fear’s death will come and fall in love with God.’


In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed,
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.

And half in death and for the love of God
The death of God all in love with death,
As out of love with life as dying breath
Repeating prayers for lightning to a rod
That doesn’t give a damn, an outed odd
In death with love who never dared to guess
Death’s loving door, a grave, would answer Yes
Fear’s death will come and fall in love with God.

In fear of death and out of love with God,
In love with death and fear of God and doubt
Of love and life and All and driven out
Of every In and home and church, a rod 
For my own back, and with my own nails shod,
In fear of life and death of love I shout
My doubtful notes, my beaten heart as stout 
As death, and out of fear I pray to God.

In doughty love with love and life and out
Of fear with death, I hear your heart-strung tune
And let my not-self go, and all in love
All lost like little self in All above,
Self’s little death, my darkness all consumed
Unshrouding June from ‘I’-cy clouds of doubt.

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released July 1, 2024
In the film, I'm doing my first play through which remains as the basic bass guitar and vocal track on which everything else was later added (including Maz's guitar).

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