FOREVER LEAVING HOME / Lyrics by Terry Findlay
Music By Martin Springett
A missing ship
adrift in heaving darkened seas
a waning moon dims behind a slowly drifting cloud
A lone sailor keeping watch
is praying to his sunken gods
for a sign
for a sign to follow home
to follow home
A jagged flash
lightening blinds his seeking eyes
in the darkness following a spectral form appears
offering everlasting safety
relief from curiosity
believing in salvation
the sailor shakes it’s hand
A missing ship
Adrift in heaving darkened seas
A waning moon dims behind a slowly drifting cloud
A lone sailor keeping watch
Is praying to his sunken gods
For a sign
For a sign to follow home
Now the faithful sailor
Sails from sea to foreign sea
always believing that safe harbour is drawing near
but as the years go by
without arrival on the shore
the sailor wonders if a deal made in desperation
can ever save your soul
ever save your soul
Forever leaving home
SISTER OF THEFT / Lyrics from a poem by Sandra Kasturi
Music by Martin Springett
Time is the mother of invention
And the sister of theft
It is the glass globe of hand spun conjurings
On the end of the spindle shaft
Dancing in the shadow of the long hand
Twirling in the lee of the short hand
Time is the mother of invention
And the sister of theft
WOMAN IN THE WAVES / Words and Music by Martin Springett
The thunder rolls
as white foam flies
against the steel grey skies of Perthudden
A woman stands
amongst the pounding waves
tied to mast and to rigging
Three see her there
from the darkening shore
her hand is raised as if in greeting
Then closed to a fist
it becomes a hook
In the heart of the one she has chosen
Now the one of three
whose heart is pierced
must step into the churning waves
To join her there
amidst the rising tide
to drown
or to take her as his bride
Instrumental interlude
On thunderous dark and lonely nights
the two are the ocean’s children
their faces are masks of madness and love
As thunder rains down from above
Bright kisses
fall upon them
Bright kisses
fall upon them
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The Time Trilogy
A Review by Stephen Bennett / Two-time BAFTA winner, screenwriter, and musician.
Few contemporary musicians are as adroit in conjuring the quintessentially English stylings of classic prog-rock as Martin Springett. The grandiose melodic sweep and structural complexity that decorate the timeless work of Yes, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, and Caravan come as second nature to Martin. He grew up in that world. He speaks its language effortlessly and eloquently. Fortunately – especially for us, his audience - rather than simply pay homage to the treasures of the past, he has always sought to move the story on, to add new ingredients to the mix and challenge the misplaced notion of ‘prog’ as an outdated and ironic misnomer in the 21st century.
And so, this new work – The Time Trilogy - feels like both a departure and a progression. It’s a departure (pardon the pun) that launches the listener, Ancient Mariner-style, into the storm-tossed narrative of an epic voyage - a textbook prog device, in itself - and a progression (yes, pardon that pun, too) via the deft incorporation of a contrasting musical palette rarely deployed in the coolly intellectual corridors of progressive rock. And in order to realize the full potential of this particular musical venture, the erstwhile Gardening Club guru and his current band of highly accomplished conspirators have embraced the sultry, pulsating, heat-haze rhythms of North Africa and southern Spain.
The unlikely marriage works like a dream.
These opposites definitely attract. The two worlds don’t so much collide as an embrace with the wild abandon of a couple who’ve got some serious catching up to do.
“Forever Leaving Home” opens the proceedings, venturing out into dark and threatening waters roiled by Drew Birston’s churning fretless bass as Kevin Laliberté weaves darting, nylon-string patterns around lyrics that speak of foreboding; of an ominous, edgy leaving-taking towards gathering storm clouds on the horizon. The two Sultans of String alumni are swimming in their Mediterranean, melodic-minor element from the off. The heady atmosphere is established. We’re bound for some exotic, faraway beach but whether it’s looking more like Skull Island than Riviera Paradise at this stage, it’s hard to tell.
“Sister of Theft”, with its slippery, stuttering Maroc’n’Roll rhythms, sees the waters calm and the clouds start to lift. The ocean turns to desert and in the distant, shimmering heat-glare we can just make out the approaching band of familiar musical travelers; a latter-day Robert Plant among them, perhaps. He’d be dancing to this one. And all the while, Sari Alesh’s swooping violin flurries dip and soar like a bird circling the caravan.
The trilogy concludes with “Woman in the Waves”, cooling the hot-sand temperature a touch with its ringing, 12-string acoustic chords. The storm feels more distant now as the propulsive urgency of a loping, Afro-Brazilian log-drum beat reminds us that we mustn’t linger. It’s time to unfurl the sails again.
The eponymous ‘Time’ element is complete and yet, it seems, the story is far from over.
Though not, officially, components of the previous trilogy, it’s hard to escape the links in both style and theme over the second half of the EP. The instrumental, “Finding Home”, sees us wandering far from shore again, becalmed, half expecting the slap of an approaching oar to encroach on the fragile, fogbound intimacy of this mysterious shadow-world. Until that is, the spell is broken by the dazzling burst into a flight of “Rare Birds (Young Wings)”. The wind’s picked up again, the mist has cleared, and now we’re stumbling towards the light on a lazy, lop-sided, camel walk rhythm, picking up new musical passengers as we go – xylophone, Gabriel-Esque synth swells, multi-tracked vocal washes – stretching out and rejoicing in the familiar prog-rock impulses that got us here in the first place.
All that remains is for “A Dance To The Music of Time” – both a nod to a literary masterpiece and a virtuoso showcase for the outstanding six-string and arranging skills of Kevin Laliberté – to take us home. And so we’re transported back, by Flamenco-propelled, Tarifa-bound felucca, across the sunlit Straits of Gibraltar to familiar, solid ground - all optimism and uplift, now. And just as the Time Trilogy’s opening track spoke of leaving things behind, this rousing instrumental closer hints at finding them again. There’s nothing somber here - more an elegant, courtly celebration of a proud adventure ending with a noble flourish.
One trilogy, then.
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released January 22, 2021
THE TIME TRILOGY
Produced by Kevin Laliberte
All songs by Martin Springett Except Where Noted
Except A Dance To the Music Of Time by Kevin Laliberte
THE TIME TRILOGY
1. Part 1 Forever Leaving Home / Lyrics by Terry Findlay
Kevin Laliberte - Flamenco Guitar and Electric Guitar
Drew Birston - Fretless Electric Bass and Acoustic Bass
Martin Springett - Guitars and Vocals
2. Part 2 Sister Of Theft / Lyrics from A Poem by Sandra Kasturi
Sari Alesh - Violin
Kevin Laliberte - Flamenco Guitar - Electric Bass
Martin Springett - Guitars and Vocals
3. Part 3 Woman In the Waves
Martin Springett - Guitars Bass and Vocals
Tracks based on Martin Springett’s demos recorded at Studio Spong Toronto
Track 2 recorded at Kevin Laliberte’s studio in Toronto
Bass parts recorded at Drew Birston’s studio Toronto
Sari Alesh recorded his violin at his studio in Victoria BC
Mixing, sound design, string arrangements, drum programming, and production by Kevin Laliberte
Arrangements by Drew Birston, Kevin Laliberte, and Martin Springett
THE GARDENING CLUB is a progressive rock band infused with plenty of other styles and influences, founded by Martin
Springett, the band has released three albums, the Gardening Club, the Riddle, and Boy On A Bike. Based in Toronto Ontario and Victoria BC....more
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This concept album explores variations on the theme of cognitive errors and the glorification of confidence mistaken for competence. Malcolm presents the music as a sort of hard sci-fi social observation and commentary. There are just three personnel here, utilizing guitars, synths/keys, bass and Chapman Stick, and flutes. this is a progressive thought-provoking musical treatise on why we should all be willing to admit that we might just be wrong about our preconceived notions Nickie Harte Kelly
Spaced-out krautrock and dizzying drone from this Irish band that packs a punch—the sound of being caught in an asteroid belt. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2023
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When you like your prog to be more beautiful and/or accessible than prog-proggy, than this is for you! Melodic as hell and yes, Peter Falconer is quite a singer! That wouldn't go half the way without the solid songs of Pat Sanders. A great combination of skills ;-) Carsten Pieper