by Gaz Brookfield

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    Gaz's 6th studio album, Lostfolk.

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    Gaz's 6th studio album, on 180g translucent red 12" vinyl. Master lacquer cut at Abbey Road Studios.

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Lostfolk 03:09
Foolishly, I thought I knew my place, That certainty has left without a trace, Set adrift, no compass to be found, Directionless and about to run aground.. Lost among the mirrors and the smoke, Lost in the punchline of a badly written joke, We can't fix it if we don't know how it broke, We're just lost folk, we're just lost folk. Never right, but also not all that far left, Not submerged but it's still hard to catch my breath, Not middle aged or old, but definitely not young, Up to speed but still don't know what's going on. And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who feels this way, Forever int he dark, yet blinded by the day, So if you're as lost as me then gather round, Because along we maybe lost, but together there's a chance that we'll be found.
IOU 03:29
You shouted, "if you're not happy do something about it", That's good advice, I couldn't live without it, I like to think I could do but I doubt it, So simple yet effective, and the reason, I finally found the courage and the freedom, To focus on the things that I believe in, To try and live a life that has a meaning For that, and so much more is why I owe you everything And you put up with, A lot from me and some might say you're stuck with This alcoholic, idiotic fuck-wit, If stupidity was gold, you really struck it, And I don't know what I did to deserve you, And I know I can never reimburse you For all you've done, and all that that refers to, And I don't think I even have the words to, Adequately tell you why For every smile and every tear, For every month and ever year, For every time you bit your tongue Every time I was wrong, For every kiss and every fight, For every stupid drunken night, For all the pain and all the fun, For every single thing you've done is why
I never thought in all of my days I'd ever get to visit such a place The sights the sounds the chaos and the calm All part of it's irresistible charm Now all my fears have gone I am where I belong I didn't come here to define myself That's not the plan and never was I didn't come here to find myself I came here to get lost And now I'm here and I don't ever want to go Back to the life I had and everything I know The madness of this place is like a drug And I don't think I'll ever get enough
Afterthought 03:41
It's fair to say you've had a shocker of a year But that's ok, that's why invented beer You feel lost, your friends will be your guides Yeah you've got us and plenty more besides But if we don't talk about out problems How are we supposed to solve them I hope that you know I'm always here It shouldn't be an afterthought To say we've got this wrong before Would be the understatement of the year And you know I'm only one phone call away And I won't, I won't ever hesitate I'll be there in a heartbeat by your side And I don't care if all you want to do is cry And I know when you're low and you can't see the sun And you feel you've begun to drown Take the hand of a man who knows how to fight And who won't take it lying down
Aged Revolt 03:38
I know occasionally it seems like it's you and me Versus a world that doesn't care But we take heart from the fact, when we remember that There's still a lot like us out there We are the rebel alliance and we don't know how to give in We'll stand in defiance and fight with conviction to win Yeah we may older but we can still hold out own This aged revolt is the proof that we're never alone I know there's members of my generation lost Lost to a world of hate and fear Supposed majority, no they don't speak for me Speak for this ageing mutineer We may be the youth no more Long in the tooth for sure But we have a voice that will be heard Combating the hate with love Bring about the end of This theatre of the absurd
Pen To Paper 03:16
Oh it's a cardinal sin in songwriting To write about just writing But I'm in a drought, nothing's coming out So I've given up fighting I know it's not that bad an issue to have Oh it's such a first world problem And I know it's wrong, but here's another song That might not make the album And if you're getting bored, because it's only got two chords And you're waiting for a chorus Don't hold your breath, I've got nothing yet Except an over used thesaurus You see I've got the fear, because it's been a year Since I last put pen to paper And I hope I'm wrong, but what if this is my last song That fear is even greater Maybe a minor E, will add mystery And a sense of sad reflection But that minor key, is a trick you see Just good old fashioned misdirection So I'm going back to the chords I had And contemplate the permutations See I can't just turn it on, and bang out a song I need to wait for inspiration So if you can forgive or maybe just bear with And we'll get through this together Because it's just one song, and it won't take long No it won't go on forever
We're all dealt and equal now Just some more equal than the rest Is it skill or is it chance now That determines who is best None of that has ever mattered None of that was ever fair Coz in the game there are far more snakes than ladders Yeah they're everywhere It's only a game, it's only game I know there's a tendency to take it seriously But it's only a game So let the thin ones have their contests Let them argue all day long And we will carry on regardless With these unpopular songs So if focus on ambition Don't let yourself be led astray Then it is not a competition Well, not a close one anyway
It must be nice to have all the answers Being right all of the time And I know I may not meet your standards, friend You've got your opinions and I have got mine And it's great that feel you can tell us Every thought rattling round your brain And I'll admit I can be over zealous at times If only you could own up to the same Coz if you choose the chance to prove Your point within a song Understand that there's a chance That you could still be wrong I like a of the things that you're saying Maybe just not how they're said The sentiment that you're conveying can be Swept up in the storm and blown over head So climb down off that soap box, it's slippery That horse has always been too high And whether against me or with me on this There's always a chance neither of us are right
Everyday we're faced with different ways to try and sift through the bullshit All that we can really ever hope for is a way to get through it Surely they must know by now we don't believe a thing that they tell us? Surely they must know by now that we won't buy a thing that they sell us? Where can we turn as the whole world burns? Where can we hide from vanity and pride? Nobody knows the right way to go All we have is our best uneducated guess Standing on the edge of the unknown can be a little un-nerving Given the impression of a say in this while merely subserving Political diversionary tactics are a slight of hand Honesty and truth become the modern day contraband
It's our day off tomorrow, what d'you want to do? How about we drown our sorrows, does that sound good to you? May that's fucking genius, I like the way you think I've only got one question for you, where we gonna drink? If we were in Bristol we'd probably go down to the lanes White russians and pizza, maybe bowl a couple frames The Bank's just round the corner, you know that's where we'd end up That uniquely inhospitable environment we love And I bet I know what you're thinking A little bit of all day drinking And I know you know I'm right Because great minds drink alike If we were in Brighton we'd drink cider on the stones A beer and a bite at Smokey's then to The Albert we would roam Shots next to the Banksy, a punk show at The Green Door Store And as the band sings, "DIY or die", we drink the bar dry, then it's home If we were in York, we'd be at The Fulford Arms In London it's The Monarch where we'd fall for Camden's charms If we were in Worcester we'd be drinking by The Severn And if we were in Plymouth we's be drunkest men in Devon
Oh it's just another day, isn't that what people say When the drifting sands of time begin to drift away I'm disguising how I feel, pretending it's not real Refusing to acknowledge my diminishing appeal Oh it's just another day, that's all that I can say Coz the cracks have started showing and my beard is turning grey And I'm grumpy all the time, and I've switched from beer to wine Ageing is the punishment if living is the crime It's age old age dilemma, the game we all must play We can't go on forever, but it's just another day I'm settled in my ways, stagnated in this phase Of life but I'm ok with that, it's just me nowadays See I prefer my local pub to a noisy late night club I'm just old enough to know by now exactly what I love Oh it's just another day, a gradual decay Life is just a loan and it's a debt we have to pay So celebrate your birth with levity and mirth Make the most of everyday you spend upon this earth


So, the difficult 6th album eh?

The title, "Lostfolk", came out of a conversation I had with Jake Martin while we were on tour in 2018. We were discussing which genre we pick from from the dropdown boxes on festival application websites, and how neither of us felt like any of the options particularly applied to us.

I've never considered myself to be a folk musician, as such, despite having some vaguely folky sounding songs. I don't fit into the "singer/songwriter", bracket either, as for me that conjures up mental images of more, shall we say, subdued musicians. While there is of course a place for that, it's not really me. I've never been a "punk" either, so "folk/punk", has always been a fairly alien concept to me. Yeah I know I have tattoos and shout a lot, but I still don't feel particularly punk.

So this left Jake and I feeling somewhat lost between the genres, which led to a conversation about the movie, The Lost Boys, and how awesome it is. Did you know that there are two sequels to that!? Anyway, I digress...so this led us to joking about being the Lost Boys/Men of folk, and then this became Lostfolk.

Lostfolk is the new genre that Jake and I have invented for ourselves, but everyone is welcome. If you want to be Lostfolk too, you're more than welcome. Not just for musicians too. If you feel at any point, in any way, lost, then why not be lost together?


released October 1, 2019

Gaz Brookfield - guitars and vocals.
Chris Webb - guitars and vocals.
Ben Wain - fiddle.
Lex Wood - Drums and percussion.
Jon Buckett - Keyboards, pianos and synths.
Tom Granville - bass.
Nick Parker - mandolin.
John Hare - Trumpets, cornet and accordion.
Foz - saxophone.
Melvin Duffy - pedal steel.
Peter George Rowe - guitars.
Christian Walsh - guitars.
Jake Martin - co writer of, and vocals on Aged Revolt, and Great Minds Drink Alike.
Special thanks to Andy Marcer and all at The Beehive, Swindon for you superb vocal talents.

Recorded and mixed during May, June and July 2019 by Jon Buckett, at Earthworm Studios, Swindon.
Pete Hewington - Drums recording engineer.
Evan Costello - Live engineer on Great Minds Drink Alike.
Mastered by Pete Maher.
Artwork by Lex Wood.


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