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  • Eileen

    featuring

    Sinead McConville

     

    written & produced by George Moorey & Shane Young

     

    artwork by Zariq Rosita Hanif

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    Eileen is an incredible octogenarian. She retains a sharp wit and keen intelligence that have served her through a life well lived. She grew up in Croydon and I grew up in nearby Wallington so when she told me of her life as a child I knew everywhere she described. I can see the wonderful person she is now in the smile and sparkle in the eyes of the little girl in the photos. The test audio in the earlier post today is from “Eileen"

     

    She talked about digging an allotment with her mum and dad during WW2 and a German plane dropped a bomb on it killing their neighbour. That incident was the start of her mum's unravelling mental health. Her dad worked for the British government so wasn't conscripted. They built an Anderson shelter in the garden where they spent many nights during the Blitz. Eventually she was evacuated to Wiltshire to stay with her uncle, aunt and cousins while her parents stayed in Croydon.

     

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    I commissioned an artist friend Zariq to illustrate each song. In the artwork Eileen's holding a chicken because she had a phobia of feathers and in the song we included a lyric about her cousins playfully locking her in the chicken shed when she was evacuated from Croydon to The countryside around Swindon. You can see the Anderson shelter behind her where her family would go during air raids. She's also holding lots of books, more about those later….

     

    Eileen has written and self-published many books - as illustrated in Zariq's sketch - on all sorts of subjects. Very few people buy her books now, but she says that doesn't matter so long as it keeps her mind nimble and curious.

  • We dug our own shelter in the garden

    I am never gonna forget the smell of the earth

    The dog’s eyes were wide with the bombarding

    So I closed mine and prayed for all I was worth

     

    Hamstrings tight digging for dinner

    Then came the sound and Daddy said duck

    So we dropped down to the ground as the planes came back around

    And in my mother’s muddy face, a trace of coming unstuck

     

    The Wiltshire skies less foreboding

    There was a US army base not far away

    All the local boys threw out their toys

    ‘Cause the girls preferred the men from the US of A

     

    They had moved me out west for my safety

    But my uncles shut me up in a chicken coop

    My fear of feathers was conquered that day

    I was just another ingredient in mother nature’s soup

     

    Oh, so long ago

    If I could, I’d do it all again

    Some folk like to sit and watch a game show

    In my mind I’m running like I did when I was ten

     

    If you can’t leave your chair with your body

    Maybe leap out with your mind

    I’m digging for the treasure in pictures and books

    And dive into the journeys I find

     

    The letters said my folks would fetch me

    When the enemy was finally denied

    But wartime had a nasty way of scuppering your plans

    So I hunched up in the pantry with my doll and cried.

     

    At fifteen, I’d been home and back again

    I loved to learn but couldn’t bear that school

    The boys had all the fun while every girl was a minion

    And this girl didn’t polish shoes for the boys like a fool

     

    Oh, so long ago

    If I could, I’d do it all again

    Some folk like to sit and watch a game show

    But in my mind I’m running like I did when I was ten

     

    If you can’t leave your chair with your body

    Maybe leap out with your mind

    I’m digging for the treasure in pictures and books

    And dive into the journeys I find.

  • Credits

    Alison Eales: Lead & Backing Vocals

    George Written & produced by George Moorey & Shane Young

     

    Sinead McConville: Lead & Backing Vocals

    Alison Eales: Accordion & Backing Vocals

    Shane Young: Backing Vocals, Drums, 

    Darragh Cullen: Bass Guitar

    George Moorey: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Piano, Organ, Drumloop

     

    Studio band recorded by David Pick at FFG, Tewkesbury

     

    Further instrumentation recorded by George Moorey and vocals by Shane Young

    Mixed & mastered by George Moorey

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