SEEKING
Accordion, Acoustic Guitar, Bagpipes, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Cello, Clarinet, DJ, Dobro, Drums, Electronic Music, Flute, Harmonica, Harp, Keyboard, Lead Guitar, Other, Other Percussion, Piano, Rhythm Guitar, Saxophone, Steel guitar, Trombone, Trumpet, Ukulele, Upright bass, Violin, Vocalist, Vocalist - Alto, Vocalist - Baritone, Vocalist - Bass, Vocalist - Soprano, Vocalist - Tenor.ABOUT
Hi
The Whispering Tree (Matt and Mark) are an accoustic folk duo consisting of acoustic bass and modern saxon lyre (a guitar like instrument) and vocals. We are towards the start of discovering our sound and have quite a few songs that we're working on. We are performing two new songs per month at a local open mic folk club while we build our set, but hope to broaden our gigging as we move forwards. We are currently looking for a mandolin or fiddle player to join our group (current date 16/01/17).
- Screen name:
- mark320756
- Member since:
- Jan 15 2017
- Active within 24 hours
- Level of commitment:
- Committed
- Years playing music:
- 35
- Gigs played:
- 50 to 100
- Tend to practice:
- More than 3 times per week
- Available to gig:
- 2-3 nights a week
- Most available:
- Nights
Influences
Several folk artists including Hatful of Rain, Nancy Kerr and James Fagan.
Instrument experience:
- Vocalist - Bass:
- Moderate
- Trumpet:
- Moderate
- Piano:
- Moderate
MUSIC
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Follow the Leader
Follow the LeaderFollow the leader (Words and music Mark Faulkner) It started with Peter, who everyone knows. He led me to Simon, and Mary and Jo. Well we walked in the footsteps, of a wonderful man, He’s bound for Sweet Canaan and I’m part of his band. So follow the leader, and his 10 commands, And he’ll take us to freedom in the promised land. Have faith in the Lord, be honest and good, And love you they neighbour like you know that you should. • Lord let me fly, carry me home. • Don’t pass me by, carry me home We rested a moment; … beside the Red Sea. More followers joined us, beneath a fig tree. There was Andrew and Rose, and James, Jude and John. “But when are we going?” “Well it won’t be too long”. Just follow the leader, and his 10 commands, And he’ll take us to freedom in the promised land. Well have faith in the Lord, be honest and good, And trust in your brothers like you know that you should. • Lord remember me, carry me home. • Oh forever free, carry me home. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our band’s nearly ready and soon we will go, “But where’s brother Jacob? Does anyone know?” Well he strayed from the path and he’s got himself lost. If you stray from the leader there’s a terrible cost. So follow the leader, and his 10 commands, And he’ll take us to freedom in the promised land. Well have faith in the Lord, be honest and good, And trust in your brothers like you know that you should. • Hear the angels sing, carry me home • Feel the joy they bring, carry me home.
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Chesterfield Spire
Chesterfield SpireChesterfield Spire As I was just strolling through Chesterfield Town, I paused for a moment to view my surrounds I needed to travel to Bolsover Hill To earn a fair living at work in the mill. I sat in a church yard to study my map Then over my shoulder a voice said “what’s that?” “A map” I said looking to see who was there. “Look up” said a Gargoyle “look up, if you dare”. There’s a magical churchyard in Chesterfield Town Where gargoyles play tricks on the folk all around. They laugh and they hum to the sound of the choir As people they wander beneath, Chesterfield spire. “I’m terribly sorry, oh do pardon me, I wasn’t expecting a stone effigy, I’m travlin’ on over to Bolsover Hill To earn a fair living at work in the mill.” “You’re lost” said a gargoyle, “That’s right, very true, The route I was taking has gone quite askew.” “I know where your hill is, you need to head north Just follow the path ‘round and then set ye forth” On hearing our chatter the spire, it bowed down, It sighed a big sigh, ……….. then it frowned a big frown, ……….. With the deepest of voices it went on to say, “If you follow the gargoyles you’ll go the wrong way.” “The hill isn’t north, it is east without doubt, If you give me a moment I’ll point the thing out.” And then with a groan and a rumbling sound, The whole blooming spire began twisting ‘round. “Oh thank you dear spire, oh thank you I say, Thank you for turning to point out the way, But are you alright ‘cos I heard such a crack?” “I’m not”, said the spire, “alas I’ve ruined my back”. There’s a magical churchyard in Chesterfield Town Where gargoyles play tricks on the folk all around. They laugh and they hum to the sound of the choir As people they wander beneath, Chesterfield spire. So now you all know why the spire twists around, You know that the gargoyles play tricks on the town, And me, I kept walking to Bolsover hill, To earn a fair living at work in the mill. Mark Faulkner
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On the Wire
On the WireWords adapted from the poetry of Geoffrey Studdert Kennedy 'War' and Frederick George Scott 'Requiescant'. Music written and performed by Mark Faulkner. Lyrics: In loney watches night by night. Strange visions burst upon my sight, For down the stretches of the sky The hosts of dead go marching by. Strange ghostly banners o'er them float, The bugles sound an awful note, And all their faces and their eyes Are lit with starlight from the skies And there's a soul in the Eternal, Standing still, before the King. And there's a little English maiden All alone, sorrowing. And there's a proud and tearless woman, Seeing pictures in the fire. And there's a broken battered body All alone, on the wire. On the wire. The anguish and the pain have passed And peace hath come to them at last, But in the stern looks linger still The iron purpose and the will. Dear Christ, who reign’st above the flood Of human tears and human blood, A weary road these men have trod, O house them in the home of God! And there's a soul in the Eternal, Standing still, before the King. And there's a little English maiden All alone, sorrowing. And there's a proud and tearless woman, Seeing pictures in the fire. And there's a broken battered body All alone, on the wire. On the wire.
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Lullaby Lady
Lullaby LadyLullaby Lady: A lullaby for my daughter at Christmas: Written and performed by Mark Faulkner Lyrics Chesterfield glows through the darkness and mist. A world full of whiteness that winter has kissed The streets keep a record of where people go Footsteps preserved in the newly laid snow Icicles hang from the rooftops outside People walk steadily but they slip and slide There’s much more to winter than sometimes it seems, For much of it happens while you’re in a dream…So.. Lullaby lady, rest in my arms, little you know of your gentle charm Lightly you sleep now as time seems to slow. Drifting and falling as softly as snow. Down by the church we can hear people sing, Songs about faith and the birth of a king. Fine carols of joy and goodwill to mankind, Moods of the season we all keep in mind. Oh Winter is cruel and Winter is cold. But out of the darkness the beauty unfolds There’s much more to winter than sometimes it seems, For much of it happens while you’re in a dream…So… Lullaby lady, rest in my arms, little you know of your gentle charm Lightly you sleep now as time seems to slow. Drifting and falling as softly as snow.
