Apothecaries

by Fugitive Orchestra

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Recorded in the Summer of 2012, 'Apothecaries' is a new group of songs which represents the best of the songs I've written over the last year.

The title is simply a word I like, but I could refer to my song-writing process, since apothecaries were the original pharmacies, they would concoct various tinctures and tonics, which would be bought with the hope of providing some relief from the symptoms of an illness. In the same way, I think of song-writing as a bit like cooking, borrowing ingredients from the surrounding environment, from other songs, and creating a (hopefully) flavoursome outcome.

Hopefully this 'mulligan stew' cuts the mustard.

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released October 7, 2012

Produced by James Tattington.

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Fugitive Orchestra Portsmouth, UK

James Tattington started performing as Fugitive Orchestra after reading a passage in a J. G. Ballard novel.

Fusing together Beatboxing, Live-Looping and Guitar, Fugitive Orchestra makes music best described as Alternative Jazz-infused, Bluesy Hip-Pop; drawing inspiration from the likes of Elvis Costello, Andrew Bird, LCD Soundsystem, Paul Simon and not being anything like Holden Caulfield
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Track Name: Back to Black (She Said)
She left no time to regret,
Kept his dick wet –
With his same old safe bet.
And me, with my head held high
And my tears dry get on without my guy.
And you went back to what you knew,
So far removed from all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
The odds are stacked: I'll go back to black.

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to:
Us.

I love you too much, it's not enough;
You love blow and I love puff.
And life is like a pipe,
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.

We only said goodbye with words,
I died a hundred times.
You go back to her and I’ll go back to black.

She said: “I love you boy, I love your soul,”
She said: “I love you baby, oh, oh, oh.”
She said: “I love you more than words can say,”
She said: “I love you baby, eh, eh, eh, eh.”

We only said goodbye with words,
I died a hundred times.
You go back to her and I’ll go back to,
I’ll go back to black.
Track Name: Aches and Pay-ins
Broken bones and shattered thrones,
That tablet left a bitter taste.
Foreign lands and idle hands,
Inspiration running down the drain.

Don’t plead to your panderings to your social commentary wives.
Don’t make them plead in your factories and don’t make them wait in line.

Do you ever regret, the day you first met, your first pay-cheque?
Do you ever suspect, you might just get wet, standing under clouds in the rain?

Monetary obituaries,
Seem to, spill down the telephone line.

But don’t plead to your panderings to your social commentary whores.
Don’t make them bleed in your factories and don’t make them work a conveyor-belt line.

Do you ever suspect, you might just get wet, standing under clouds in the rain?
Do you ever regret, the day you first spent, your first pay-cheque?

And now it’s the news of the world.
And now it’s the news of the world.
And now it’s the news of the world.