New music

paganHARVEST have just completed their second album
Tracks included are:
1. Calling All The Angels
2. Over The Horizon
3. Isis And Osiris
4. The Beast Sits Down
5. Schoolaroo
6. Thorney Island

Jon Bickley: vocals
Steve Daymond: bass, backing vocals
Lawrence Reed: guitars, backing vocals, all orchestral arrangements

Here's a preview of the lyrics

1. Calling All The Angels

Drifting like a spark upon the breeze
The fire of your beauty has brought me to my knees
Touch me with your wedding ring
I gave you photos of the day
You gave me words to sing
I’ve turned my back on everything I’ve known
The only thing I sure of, is that it’s time to go.

Now I’m calling all the angels
Make straight the path in front of me
I don’t need to know what might have been
I’m ready for the journey
Place the burden on my back
And keep my feet from turning back.

Falling like the moon upon the lake
I’m waiting for that boat to pass,
untroubled by its wake.
One day in early May,
I held my hands up to the sky
And watched you fly away
I’m in orbit round a sun that I can’t see
Won’t you come down from Heaven
And come and rescue me

Now I’m calling all the angels
Make straight the path in front of me
I don’t need to know what might have been
I’m ready for the journey
Place the burden on my back
And keep my feet from turning back.

Now all my boats are setting sail
on the river to eternity
beyond the cosmic veil
I sing the river flowing through me
the solar wind will catch my sail
and carry me out to sea
I hear the song upon you lips
I am the tide that floats all ships

Now I’m calling all the angels
Make straight the path in front of me
I don’t need to know what might have been
I’m ready for the journey
Place the burden on my back
And keep my feet from turning back.

2. Over the Horizon

Look up, what do you see?
The milky way running like a river across the sky.
Look down, what do you see?
Flickering starlight reflected on the waves of the river.
A highway to magic.
A stairway to the stars.
Where gods come down and we go up
where hopes rise and sadness falls.
Where all of life flows out into the street and down to the mighty river

over the horizon, over the horizon.
over the horizon, over the horizon.

See how the rising tide carries us further out towards the sea
loosening the bonds with all that we have known.
We cannot tell where the winds might blow
but we can trim our sails, so HOLD ON

over the horizon, over the horizon.
over the horizon, over the horizon.

And when the night has fallen in on you
when the wind spins you around
when you cannot find the course that you were on
and the ship is going down, HOLD ON

over the horizon, over the horizon.
over the horizon, over the horizon.

And the waves are crashing on the deck
and you think that you might drown
and everything you touch makes your timbers shiver,
find a star in the river and HOLD ON

over the horizon, over the horizon.
over the horizon, over the horizon.

Because somewhere inside you is a raincloud
dark and hard to bare
but if you open one eye long enough
you will see a rain drop there and HOLD ON

over the horizon, over the horizon.
over the horizon, over the horizon.

Let that raindrop fall, let it go, set it free
let it join every other raindrop on the street
and it will find its way to the river
and call you on and on, and HOLD ON, HOLD ON

And the tide will carry you
and you will trim your sails
and the sacred river will swell at your back
and carry you to the sea, HOLD ON

over the horizon, over the horizon.
over the horizon, over the horizon.

I am the rising tide that floats all ships
I am the rising tide that floats all ships

Look up, what do you see?
The milky way running like a river across the sky.
Look down, what do you see?
Flickering starlight reflected on the waves of the river.
A highway to magic.
A stairway to the stars.
Where gods come down and we go up
where hope rises and sadness falls.
Where all of life flows out into the street and down to the mighty river
so HOLD ON, HOLD ON

I am the rising tide that floats all ships.
I am the rising tide that floats all ships.

3. Isis and Osiris

the sun rises in the east
and sets in the west
the river rises in the west
and makes it sacred procession to the east
flash full of everything
all of creation
rising and falling on its waves
glinting in its reflection
a dragon eating its own tail.

Down to the river
pretty maids all in a row
throw my cock in the river
make the fishes grow.
Down Kidney Road
to Liverpool Street
from the dome of St. Paul’s
to the soles of my feet.
there was a voice at my window
from the street below
remember me
remember me
I woke from my slumber, follow
follow, follow me.

heading down to the sacred river
heading down to the eternal river
where time stands still
and memories swim by
going down to the sacred river.

the river flows through our hearts and souls
coming and going
Isis sleeps
Osiris dreams
and the future king and queen try on
the costumes of romance to see if they fit.
And the Thames floods it’s banks tonight
and drowns my dreams
Isis dreams
Osiris buried
the hull of the boat rocks in the deep
and drags it anchor
along the bed
Osiris’s head
and Osiris sleeps in his coffin, cut to pieces
cast to the four winds
the five continents
the seven seas
Cast his cock into the river
cast his cock into the river
cast his cock into the river
make the fishes strong.

So the crops on the river bank became strong
and fed her starving heart.
Come on down to the river
come on down to the river
the land was without a king, fallow and wasted
the dust rose in the air.
Come on down to the river
come on down to the river
the roads did not know which way to go
the springs did not know which way to flow.

the sun rises in the east
and sets in the west
the river rises in the west
and makes it sacred procession to the east
flash full of everything
all of creation
rising and falling on its waves
glinting in its reflection
a dragon eating its own tail.

4. The Beast Sits Down

The clouds blow in from the east
and the population all bow their heads
now the enemy’s here
and we call it fear
painting over the living and the dead
and the clouds roll in from the east
and the slouching smiling beast sits down

and in the stagnant backwater
fear stalked the shadows
not doing what it said
spending all day in bed
between Aldwych and All Hallows
and the clouds roll in from the east
and the slouching smiling beast sits down

The springs did not know which way to flow
But the sacred river grew strong
in a world where right was wrong
and rust swallowed machines
and you cannot know what I mean
because language has become obscene
and people huddle in their dreams
agreeing that four words are all they need
to say everything they mean
and on the bank of the river I scream
a thousand word curse and then dive in
and am never seen again
and the sacred river murmurs
every word of every man
in every language from every land
all talking at once
and you can understand
all singing at once
and you can understand
and the river of words
is the coming flood
the tidal pulse
clinching in the loins of the city
fed by the floods of the rain
every word ever spoken
swelling in the spring at Oxford
throbbing in the swell at Runnymede
spreading in the flood of London
every word ever spoken
bursting in your mouth
every word yet to come
every word yet to come
every word yet to come
yet to come
to come
come.

and the torso of an African boy
witchcraft and sacrifice
drowned babies in the mud
the river turned to mud
skin crawling with maggots and lice
and the clouds roll in from the east
and the slouching smiling beast sits down

and the boiling sky erupts in the east
and threw spears down on London Town
and the whores all hid
the dark deeds they did
to earn their new gown
and the clouds roll in from the east
and the slouching smiling beast sits down

and I will blame you
for the dread in my soul
from the Tyburn jig
to the ducking stool
suspended in darkness over a hole
and the clouds roll in from the east
and the slouching smiling beast sits down

5. Schoolaroo

schoolaroo
wind in the waves
hrush
bullrush
shoonaroonaraah
lip and suck
big fish
rich feed
fish feed
port suck
kiss food
good rush
hush suck
kiss fuck
lap rush
kiss rap
all the life of Osiris
coming ashore
all the life of Osiris
foaming rush and gush and glut.
The sacred river rolls on
sweeping all before it
on a current towards the ocean
you can’t go back
you can’t go back
the current knows more that you do
surrender to the current
you can’t go back
you can’t go back
William Blake and Tom Paine swim in this river
roll on
roll on
roll on
roll on
there’s a poet on the loose
lock up your wives
he will tell her all the things she has always longed to hear
and you never thought to say.
He will turn her head
he will turn her head around
kiss kiss.

6. Thorney Island

I dreamed they built a bridge across the River Thames
From the marshes of Lambeth to the Abbey at the other end
And all the city was united and a new era was dawning
And the city like a garment wore the beauty of the morning.

And the bridge between you and me
sank in the mud and washed out to sea
the reason for the collapse is not clear
not so much a bridge as a disappointed pier.

Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island
Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island

And there were fears that London would drain the countryside
Of all its meat and its grain and slice the country open wide
The speed of communication would double overnight
and people would not cope with new sounds and new sites

And on that side there are criminals who will steal your purse
And with the stroke of a pen, they could do so much worse.

St. Peter rode the lightning down to the shore
And called out to Endricus gather up your oars
I need to cross the flood from the mud where I stand
To reach the church on Thorney Island

Endricus was a fisherman and he’d never seen a saint before
And when St. Peter lit up the church he fell on his knees in awe
the angels sung around him and shone a ladder into the sky
he kneeled in his boat and prepared to die.

Peter said go tell the bishop what has been done
No need for consecration when you’ve got fishermen.
As a blessing you’ll never go hungry again
and he landed a draught of salmon from the Thames.
And the movement from your smile to your hand
Will build a bridge from Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island
And no one will understand
What passes from Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island

And a pale knight crossed the river and found there
A witch of his own divining, snowy skin and greying hair
And she lifted her head and she opened her mouth
And the knight regretted ever travelling south
For he knew that he was captured his heart forever hers
the marshes of Lambeth sucked his soul from his spurs
But this mighty heart was stilled until he unsheathed his sword
And brought it down on her and killed what he adored.
Free to fall and free to stagger back into the light
He cast the sword and cast the dagger into the night
And the mists began to shimmer and glitter filled the air
And that mighty heart started beating out despair.

And the movement from your smile to your hand
Will build a bridge from Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island
And no one will understand
What passes from Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island

And when I sit on the embankment and watch the Thames
I sometimes see the knight passing into other realms
visiting Westminster with destruction in his wake
and free us from the terrible decisions that they make

I wait for your ghost and the wounds you hold inside
No matter how many bridges you build you can’t always get to the other side
even if we never end up as friends
I’m in some kind of heaven as I head on down the Thames.

And we all build our bridges out of dreams
In spite of the ghosts and the hardships that we see
the dreams that don’t come true and the tears that we cried
The Thames will wash away in the tide

and it says, or so it seems, let’s have some more dreams
So I take this old guitar string and tie it to Big Ben
Climb up to the moon and do it all again.