The Words That Maketh Murder - with Silo String Quartet (bonus track)
from The Lotus Eaters (The Night Terrors Tour Edition) by Jennifer Kingwell
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I've been playing this PJ Harvey song for a few years now in a few different ways - solo vocals and piano, full band lineup with The Garland Thugs, and with Silo Quartet for my live 'chamber cabaret' shows for Melbourne's Fringe and Cabaret Festivals. I hate listening back to recordings of myself with a vehement passion - but I get goosebumps listening back to this track, recorded with Jake Mason at Van Ness Studios in March 2015.
lyrics
I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat,
Blown and shot out beyond belief.
Arms and legs were in the trees.
I've seen and done things I want to forget;
coming from an unearthly place,
Longing to see a woman's face,
Instead of the words that gather pace,
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
Murder...
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
I've seen and done things I want to forget;
I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
I've seen flies swarming everyone,
Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.
These are the words, the words are these.
death lingering, stunk,
Flies swarming everyone,
Over the whole summit peak,
Flesh quivering in the heat.
This was something else again.
I fear it cannot be explained.
The words that make, the words that make
Murder.
What if I take my problem to the United Nations?
Blown and shot out beyond belief.
Arms and legs were in the trees.
I've seen and done things I want to forget;
coming from an unearthly place,
Longing to see a woman's face,
Instead of the words that gather pace,
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
Murder...
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
I've seen and done things I want to forget;
I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
I've seen flies swarming everyone,
Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.
These are the words, the words are these.
death lingering, stunk,
Flies swarming everyone,
Over the whole summit peak,
Flesh quivering in the heat.
This was something else again.
I fear it cannot be explained.
The words that make, the words that make
Murder.
What if I take my problem to the United Nations?
credits
from The Lotus Eaters (The Night Terrors Tour Edition),
released January 15, 2016
Vocals: Jennifer Kingwell
Violin: Aaron Barndan
Violin: Attilla Kuti
Viola: Ceridwen Davies
Cello: Caerwen Martin
Written and composed by Polly Jean Harvey, Edward Cochran, and Jerry Capeheart
Copyright Warner-Tamerlane Pub Corp. And Kobalt Music Pub America I Obo Hot Head Music Limited
Produced by Jake Mason and Jennifer Kingwell
Recorded at Van Ness Studios
Engineered and mixed by Jake Mason at Van Ness Studios
Mastered by Myles Mumford at Bakehouse Studios
Vocals: Jennifer Kingwell
Violin: Aaron Barndan
Violin: Attilla Kuti
Viola: Ceridwen Davies
Cello: Caerwen Martin
Written and composed by Polly Jean Harvey, Edward Cochran, and Jerry Capeheart
Copyright Warner-Tamerlane Pub Corp. And Kobalt Music Pub America I Obo Hot Head Music Limited
Produced by Jake Mason and Jennifer Kingwell
Recorded at Van Ness Studios
Engineered and mixed by Jake Mason at Van Ness Studios
Mastered by Myles Mumford at Bakehouse Studios
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Jennifer Kingwell Adelaide, Australia
Adelaide based, Darwin born, Jennifer Kingwell is a musician and performer of ‘delicious contrasts’, crafting songs from
punk ukulele anthems and sultry piano ballads to epic alternative pop.
Possessing a voice described as ‘dynamite’(T-Squat) and ‘ranging from silver tongued angel to gruff pirate’, Jennifer Kingwell is nothing short of ‘a formidable powerhouse’ (Herald Sun).
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Oct 2013