This album is for my son, my daughter, and my man. And for my grandmother, who remains an inspiration long after she has gone.

CATALINAGlover, Swinburn

Sigh sigh Catalina, sigh if you mustOh why Catalina, can they not love after lust?

Oh see Catalina, the river flows fastBlue green Catalina, not bound by its past

En paradiso pasa nada, pero te falta todavíaEn paradiso pasa nada, pero te falta todavíaEn paradiso pasa nada, tienes colores de la vidaLineas de tu cara, tan delicadas tan finasComo el río refleja la luna, no saves como te brillas

Don’t run wild Catalina, that road is too longKeep still Catalina, it’s where you belongLook down Catalina, look at your handsThey’re yours Catalina, to do all you canThey’re yours Catalina, to do all you can

Sigh sigh CatalinaOh see CatalinaDon’t run wildKeep still

Gillian Glover: vocals / Sim Jones: violin / Donny Mahmood: electric guitar /Rod Melvin: piano / Travis Porter: bass / Gareth Dylan Smith: drums, percussion /Edmund Swinburn: acoustic guitarEdmund Swinburn: acoustic guitar

CAIROGlover, Glover

Based on a recording in the cavernous, dark, dank hallway of the Anglo Swiss Hotel on Champolion Street in Central Cairo.

Gillian Glover: vocals / Roger Glover: keys and arrangement / Matt Ingram: percussion

Still Life With Music produced by Gillian Glover, Ben Thackeray, Still Life With Music produced by Gillian Glover, Ben Thackeray, Dan Cox & Matt Ingram.

All tracks except Cairo recorded in London first at Random Colours with Richard Johnson, then engineered and produced by Ben Thackeray at Miloco, with final production and finishing touches at Urchin Studios with Dan Cox & Matt Ingram. Cairo was recorded at Acme Recording Studios in Mamaroneck, NY with Peter Denenberg and finished at Urchin Studios with Dan Cox & Matt Ingram.

THANKSTHANKSTo Travis who is unwavering in his presence, support and love. To my children, the boy To Travis who is unwavering in his presence, support and love. To my children, the boy and the girl who inspire the most. Just when I think love can’t possibly get bigger, you three somehow find a way to make it brim and bubble over. To my mother and father, both so close despite distance and so supportive of everything I do. And to Aunt Chris, Abbie, Chloe, Caroline, Vicky, Dordie and Kerry. To Ben Thackeray, Matt Ingram and Dan Cox, Jez John and Louisa Scott. And last but not least, to the fantastic musicians who played on this album, contributed their talent and precious time and without whom it would not exist: Travis, Donny, Drew, Ed, Gareth, Sim, Rod & Pedro.

HEART ON SLEEVEGlover, Wilcox

Easy now, don’t lose your headEasy now, you’re only seeing redEasy now, don’t lose your headSay a word and I might blinkSay a word and I might think backSay a word and I might think backOh the distance between present and past

Don’t take it personally if I shed a tearI wear my heart on my sleeve, she’s right hereShe don’t like to be hidden awayLikes to take a stroll on a summer’s dayShe keeps me company when times are badBut when all’s golden she knows how to laughBut when all’s golden she knows how to laughWhen all is golden she sure knows how to laugh

My heart, she’s been broken beforeBut she’s still the first one on the dance floorYou’d never guess cause she seems so lightShe’s been so heavy, seen the darkest night

Gillian Glover: vocals / Donny Mahmood: electric guitar / Rod Melvin: piano / Travis Porter: bass / Gareth Dylan Smith: drums, percussion / Travis Porter: bass / Gareth Dylan Smith: drums, percussion / Edmund Swinburn: saxophone

DEMONGlover

Slowly I will go, keeping all my focusCareful not to show, blow my cover with carelessnessI can feel my demon creep, I can feel his eyes on meI can feel his fingers search, I can taste his thirst

With the demon so close, the hair raiseWith the demon so close, the hair raiseInhale and exhaleWith the devil this close at the close of dayInhale and exhale

Know he wants to hold my tongue, know he wants to still my handHe thinks it’s better if he kept me in the corner, shackledAt the ground where I can’t stand itI can feel his movements quicken, I can sense my own slow motionI can feel his movements quicken, I can sense my own slow motionI know even if he’s lookingGot to get the words out while they’re cooking

Gillian Glover: vocals, acoustic guitar / Matt Ingram: percussion, Rhodes /Sim Jones: violin / Donny Mahmood: electric guitar / Travis Porter: bass / Gareth Dylan Smith: drums

AS THE CROW FLIESGlover

They say the fastest way to get thereIs as the crow fliesIf you send the question out thereThey say the answer will ariseFollow your heart they sayFollow your heart they sayWith this you can’t go wrongMy heart’s impetuous and fickleAlways leading me along

Save me from myself

They say we shape our own destinyI think my destiny chose meKicking screaming laughing dreamingKicking screaming laughing dreamingIt brought me to my kneesSo I’ll kneel, then sit, then lay downAnd gaze up at the skyLet the fists unfurl themselvesAnd cease to question why

Save me from myself

Gillian Glover: vocals, kora / Andrew Salida: fluteGillian Glover: vocals, kora / Andrew Salida: flute

RED EARTHGlover

Wind goes, tree blows, sky stays the sameRed earth, red heart, African red plainStraight back, cool black skin to the touchWhip crack, heavy sigh, eyes seen too much

Amber bead, brown seed, smooth against the faceAmber bead, brown seed, smooth against the faceRed glass, worn brass, jagged purple laceCamel bone, river stone, heavy across the chestLittle one, first son, gathered to the breast

New day, donkey bray, comfort from it takeTree tall, fruit fall, music from it makeMean land, bleached sand, bounty from it bringBird cry, thin, high, beauty of it singBird cry, thin, high, beauty of it sing

Gillian Glover: vocals, acoustic guitar / Matt Ingram: percussion / Richard Johnson: electric guitar / Sim Jones: cello / Gareth Dylan Smith: congas

FIXING A HOLELennon/McCartney

Published by:Sony/ATV Tunes LLCD/B/ASony/ATV Music Publishing (UK) Limited

Gillian Glover: vocals, acoustic guitar / Dan Cox: electric guitar / Matt Ingram: percussion, / Travis Porter: bassMatt Ingram: percussion, / Travis Porter: bass

WHEN IT’S OVERGlover, Swinburn

When it’s over, how does one know?When it’s over, does the whistle blow?Does the red light blink?Or does it go green for go?

Will it crumble to the floor at the dessicated edges?Will it crumble to the floor at the dessicated edges?Will it quick make for the door as the storm outside rages?Does it crackle like fire?Or does it slink silent like smoke?

Always leave me cold

Does it cast off the ball gown, slide to the ground,No jewels, no sparkle and dazzle?Does it take flight,Does it take flight,Balloon disappearing into white?

Will the credits roll with humour and the outtakes showHow much fun it had been to make it?Will another season come and bring the green To show it wasn’t all wasted?

Always leave me reckless and boldAlways leave me crestfallenAlways leave me crestfallen

Gillian Glover: vocals / Matt Ingram: piano, percussion / Sim Jones: cello /Edmund Swinburn: acoustic guitar

MOTHER TONGUEGlover, Swinburn

Gillian Glover: vocals, percussion / Matt Ingram: percussion, Wurlitzer / Sim Jones: violin / Donny Mahmood: electric guitar / Travis Porter: bass / Andrew Salida: backing vocals / Gareth Dylan Smith: drums / Edmund Swinburn: acoustic guitar

Her hair flows long, her skirt floats from her waistEnraptured my melody, she captures her panoply of peopleDark falls soft, the lamplights inch their way to full nightlifePigeons take flight and find refuge from A square that’s rife with ruffians and hooligansRife with unsavoury types and beauty alikeShuffling in tandem, holding hands and embraced by her mother tongueShuffling in tandem, holding hands and embraced by her mother tongue

Young men swoon, soon fall from grace, inspire jealousy with the look on their facesFeathers ruffle, peacocks in their primeOld men know they’ll never keep up, compare but they’ll stay and stare with admirationWise old owls wear their wonder with prideHer fingers dance deftly over a twelve stringThey gather ten deep and form a ringAvatar of Mother Nature, transported to another state yeahAvatar of Mother Nature, transported to another state yeahSpellbound by her mother tongue

Mother come in from the night with your enlightenment so boldShine a little light on the darkness we have in our soulsI’m not too proud to show you my palms. Mother come

Proud straight back, coils of black frame her faceA wisp or five out of place and yet perfectly placedHands like a dried up river bed, crows have been creeping around her eyesHands like a dried up river bed, crows have been creeping around her eyesAlive with mischief and laughter and knowledge and pain of ages

FITFUL NIGHTGlover, Jones

Long time since I laid me downLong time till the alarm bell ringsNight so long, so longDreaming of things

I see features in the darkness, faces looking downI see features in the darkness, faces looking downFrowned uponOnce upon a time some peace was mineBut now, but now…

Fitful night, wakeful sleep Crawling up from the deepVoices ring in my earsAnd images creeping over my sheetsAnd images creeping over my sheets

Like a scaredy cat I arch my backI listen to the wind howlCertain there’s something underneath my bedMy claws are ready to draw red

Floorboards creaking, voices speakingLeaking heavens drum the beat onWindowpanes and nameless shame Windowpanes and nameless shame And thoughts that must remain unnamedThough they make me blush, scattered thus around the roomPlain as day it’s a fitful night

Gillian Glover: vocals / Matt Ingram: percussion / Donny Mahmood: acoustic & electric guitar / Travis Porter: bass / Andrew Salida: flute