Paper Ships

by Kete Bowers

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1.
There's a little light that burns In this room a heart that yearns There's always a reason to believe It's quiet now peaceful here I can count on the fingers of just one hand The number of times you treated me well Sometimes I think just damm it all to hell Cheers down the hatch again And oh my love What's become of me Oh my love rescue me I miss you like I miss the truth I took some chances and I nailed a few Every drink I take brings me down a peg or two I'm in so deep I'm drowning here The fires built under the belly of the ship Hard men talked while it crackled and spit You're in trouble here if your face don't fit The winds whippin up I took a wrong turn Now this place looks just like hell Boards on the windows and nailed shut doors Broken benches where men sat and talked No dreams to dream here anymore Oh my love What's become of me Oh my love rescue me The Devil he walks the Tollemache Road His foot prints clear in the virgin snow In Flaybrick no flowers grow It's bitter cold this is a bad road There's a little light that burns In this room a heart that yearns There's always a reason to believe Its quiet now peaceful here
2.
There was a time...I recall I remember it well No borders in my mind...My path defined Hey what we got to lose We'll be dammed which ever road we choose I tip my hat to my friends gone by.... There was a place...I recall I remember it well No measure of time can erase what we left behind Hey kick out the hate That you're holding in your heart it's not to late And tip your hat to your friends gone by.... There are faces I recall....I remember them well They sleep now on foreign shores Just stories left tell Boys what we got to lose It's raining hell on which ever road we choose I tip my hat to my friends gone by.... Morris hunted mines in the great North Sea Just a boy of twenty three Cutting the waves on the Fire.....fly Now he tips his hat to his friends gone by He tips his hat to his friends gone by.... He tips his hat to his friends gone by...
3.
Winner 04:19
I used to be a winner, guess I lost my touch I used to be a winner baby Now I'm all out of luck Summer here can hit eighty five in the day And take the strength from the strongest man I called you four, five, six times or more What I done wrong I just don't understand Feeling distant here, raking through the past Our younger days have long gone We chased the last Once I had a vision, remember we had a plan Maybe all things will become new again And my friend me and you again Will paint the whole damn town red Tear down the walls, have a ball. I used to be a winner I could turn your world from grey I used to be a winner baby The sunlight in your day Well Davey closed his eyes at just 53 Now only God can wake him I don't know if he drew the bad hand I'm hoping someday he might tell me Feeling so distant here, just raking through the past Our younger days have long gone We chased the last Once I had a vision, remember we had a plan Maybe all things will become new again And my friend me and you again Will paint the whole damn town red Tear down the walls, have a ball.
4.
Ghosts 04:11
5.
I'm going to drown my sorrows there's little for me here Just a place where I was born that holds nothing for me dear Memories they don't lie they paint a picture clear And damn this town this town with no cheer. An faith is just for chancers I've been on that road And a skin full of mothers ruin let these stories unfold They bend and they twist then scatter on the wind And at night when your sleeping they pretend to be your friend Damm this darkness and damm this fear Damn this town this town with no cheer. White smoke it bellowed from every chimney stack This place is cruel it don't cut you no slack The door steps shine like blood red mirrors and Jesus if they could talk they'd spit out all the secrets That where never meant to breathe or crawl Curse this town and dry your tears Damn this town this town with no cheer. I hear the ghost of banjo Harry picking out some lonesome tune When we where young we'd shoot for the moon Now nothing here is sacred and there's little or no regard For all the workers past and the old ship yard And there's no friends left to shed a tear Damn this town this town with no cheer.. When the tide goes out here when it rolls out low You see the remains of a ship who's name nobody knows There's nothing left to show her former majesty No polished chrome no finery And there's no one here to shed a tear Damn this town this town with no cheer.
6.
There's a place by the river on the bend Where the willow grows A place a long time back when We held each other so close I don't want to forget your face dear I don't want to fall from grace Things that used to matter I can't find here a single trace. No time is going to be the right time There's no time better than now Shine a little light here something's not right here I'm boxed in with no way out. The men they don't cry here god forbid and oh the shame Soldiers of god show no mercy when they fight an kill and maim I'm thinking of you and home and drinking my chances here are few I'm gambling on a book that says Jesus saves will bring me safe home to you. No time is going to be the right time There's no time better than now Jesus shine your light here nothing's right here I'm boxed in with no way out. There's a place by the river on the bend Where the willow grows A place a long time back when We held each other so close Oh to suffer this fate dear, each day I watch my friends fall When I realised God's left his heaven and nobody can hear me at all Last night I dreamt I saw the devil just as my light began to dim And the last thing I remember you saying is I'll take care of him. No time is going to be the right time There's no time better than now Shine a little light here something's not right here I'm boxed in with no way out. There's a place by the river on the bend Where the willow grows.
7.
It's a fine day to leave There's nothing now to keep me here They tore down the river streets I'm standing in rubble where we used to meet And it's a fine day to leave. The boy's a dreamer an there's nothing wrong with that He caught the rain in a little tin cup he had I'd drink to you until I'm full up These tears been wasted long enough And it's a fine day to leave. The sun still rises here And some things they just always stay the same Now junk blocks the river where we used to sail Our paper ships on summer days And it's a fine day to leave. We built them big and strong we built them to last Blacked out cities when their shadows were cast Ten Hail Marys for a chance to be You sailing on that ship with me And It's a fine day to leave. Go on now you throw that dice Evens and you're heading out with me I can see the good times roll The world will love you you got soul And it's a fine day to leave.
8.
Northside 04:57
I grew up on the north side of the river Cobbled streets all wet with rain I grew up in the shadows of the shipyard With rows of houses all the same Elvis recorded "It's Now or Never" In the year I first took a breath Some things I remember Lord I wish I could forget. There will be better times A light to guide A star to shine No chains to bind us You're not alone George once was a soldier When he was just a boy Straight from school in Liverpool To fight on foreign shores I tell you it don't take too long To fast become a man When your enemies surrender Grenade's hidden in their hands. There will be better times A light to guide A star to shine No chains to bind us You're not alone My grandfather and I used to go a walking Sixty eight out and along New Brighton Pier A decade long now he's been gone I've seen so many good things disappear Yes I grew up on the north side of the river With rows of houses all the same Where broken hearts always surrender In the tall shadows of the cranes The ghosts they call me from way back when In sleep they call my name I can hear the echoes of their footsteps On the cobbled streets all wet with rain. There will be better times A light to guide A star to shine No chains to bind us You're not alone
9.
Grandma's in the kitchen at the stove Singing along to the radio Singing "Any old wind that blows" She's walked the line so long. You stole my joy and you laid it to rest The romance has gone like the great Wild West My zippo won't light no e cigarette I've walked the line so long I shivered with the devil by the Mersey one time Nothing much got built after seventy nine The whole dam town it took a dive We walked the line so long. Well I'm too bad for my own good I should have listened yes I should But sometimes people turn out no good When they've walked the line so long Grandma's in the kitchen at the stove Singing along to the radio Singing "Any old wind that blows" She's walked the line so long. We walked the line so long We walked the line so long We walked the line so long.
10.
I used to be a winner, guess I lost my touch I used to be a winner baby Now I'm all out of luck Summer here can hit eighty five in the day And take the strength from the strongest man I called you four, five, six times or more What I done wrong I just don't understand Feeling distant here, raking through the past Our younger days have long gone We chased the last Once I had a vision, remember we had a plan Maybe all things will become new again And my friend me and you again Will paint the whole damn town red Tear down the walls, have a ball. I used to be a winner I could turn your world from grey I used to be a winner baby The sunlight in your day Well Davey closed his eyes at just 53 Now only God can wake him I don't know if he drew the bad hand I'm hoping someday he might tell me Feeling so distant here, just raking through the past Our younger days have long gone We chased the last Once I had a vision, remember we had a plan Maybe all things will become new again And my friend me and you again Will paint the whole damn town red Tear down the walls, have a ball.

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Paper Ships was recorded in Toronto, Canada in September 2018 at The Cowboy Junkies Studio "The Hanger" produced by Michael Timmins and mastered by Peter J Moore. All songs written by Kete Bowers.

"Like Cohen before him, Bowers is magnificent proof that melancholy and torment can produce great music and resonant lyrics, there may be ghosts behind us but Paper Ships encourages us to take their hands and walk with them towards the light."
Mike Davies, folking.com?s=kete+bowers

The stone cold beauty of this collection of songs is the combination of Bowers’ heartfelt and often gut-wrenching songwriting with a distinctively rich voice and Timmins trademark crisp production that forces the listener to listen intently to every damn word and chord progression.

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"Listening to Bowers' rich voice you'd swear he was as Texan as Guy Clark or Townes Van Zandt. Paper Ships is a classic slice of Americana".

Uncut Magazine 2019. ******

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released August 1, 2019

Kete Bowers : Acoustic Guitar, Vocals.
Tom Juhas : Electric Guitar.
Aron Goldstein : Pedal Steel Guitar, Dobro Guitar.
Michael Johnston : Piano, Organ,
Josh Finlayson : Bass Guitar.
Peter Timmins : Drums.

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Kete Bowers London, UK

Kete Bowers is a singer / songwriter born in Liverpool. His music crosses many genres.

"powerful and compelling"
Steve Caseman: R2 Rock “n” Reel Magazine.

"a top-notch songwriter, up there with such other rootsy country tunesmiths as Guy Clark, Rodney Crowell and John Prine.
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