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Fatima's Lady Macbeth & Wordless Lullaby

by Nancy Kerr

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Summer is come and the Scottish play’s coming to town The sun may be up but as usual budgets are down Don’t you know art is a luxury, music will make you a fool? Things that we always forget to remember at our little school Well year six are ready they’ve dressed themselves well for the night And soldiers and witches and spirits they stand in the light In hand-me-down riches like sails on the sea, like the points of a star Aflame like a phalanx of brave refugees – which some of them are And Fatima’s Lady Macbeth is wringing her hands, stalking the stage Now this is no man’s synecdoche, no master’s castle of sand, this is our age All have their exits and entrances, all have a dose of her rage, playing their roles Here at today’s matinée of the perfect free movement of souls Fatima runs up the corridor, furrows her brow She has to learn so many lines and she doesn’t see how She loves how when all others falter her lady has courage of heart And it turns out that ten years in Yorkshire prepared her quite well for the part Then Rag'n'Bone’s “Human” blasts out through our little PA And Hansa – who’s playing our Banquo - has plenty to say She tells, though her body’s destroyed still her spirit’s beginning to move And I can’t help but feel that our hero of Stratford would surely approve Of Fatima’s Lady Macbeth, wringing her hands, stalking the stage Now this is no man’s synecdoche, no master’s castle of sand, this is our age All have their exits and entrances, all have a dose of her rage, playing their roles Here at today’s matinée of the perfect free movement of souls Now summer is gone and it’s back to the business of school For acting’s a hobby and music will make you a fool Save it for something important, your money, your weapons of war But Fatima’s Lady Macbeth is still stalking the floor And Fatima’s classmates are sure to remember their lines As hand-me-down poets, they’ve armed themselves well for these times They shine like the summer, like sails on the sea, like the points of a star Aflame like a phalanx of brave refugees, which is just what they are And Fatima’s Lady Macbeth is wringing her hands, licking her wounds Now this is no man’s synecdoche, no master’s castle of sand, this is my England All have their exits and entrances, all have a dose of her rage, playing their roles Here at today’s matinée of the perfect free movement of souls
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Down by the water I heard a woman, and she was singing lullabies ‘til hope ignited, as old as iron Young as damsel flies Home at my mother’s, I was a poet Out on the ocean I was strong Words, hard and heady Like mountain salt Like pepper on the tongue But now I sing fa la la la la As I remember kissing your father Before the ocean’s modulation of all our lullabies This migration’s wordless lullaby Oh great composer Who, like a lover Turns heartbreak’s silence into sighs I now decipher The moonlit meaning of your symphonies A mother singing A bonfire burning A sky of bees, a sky of birds That seamless turning Life into music, music into words And so I sing fa la la la la As I remember kissing their father Before the battle’s transposition of all our lullabies Mistranslation’s wordless lullaby Oh, great composer down by the water We do not need one mother tongue But a patterned nation Of ideations longing for the sun My poet sister, down by the water We are both singing, you and I To raise our daughters: These planted verses longing for the sky And so we sing fa la la la la As we remember kissing their fathers Before the ocean’s modulation of all our lullabies This migration’s wordless lullaby And so I sing fa la la la la As I remember kissing your father Before the battle’s transposition of all our lullabies This translation’s wordless lullaby

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"Don't you know art is a luxury - music will make you a fool?"

This seems like a timely moment to release Fatima's Lady Macbeth, which I wrote as part of a commission from The Shakespeare Birthplace Trust.
It's about the power of the arts, and in particular a fabulous school play.
Wordless Lullaby is about the intertwining of poetry, music, family and migration.

Both songs are dedicated to Pitsmoor Adventure Playground, Sheffield - and to all who migrate.

Nancy x

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released October 13, 2020

Words and Music by Nancy Kerr
Nancy Kerr: Vocals, Guitar

Artwork by Lizzy Doe
Recorded, Produced and Mixed by Tom A Wright at Powered Flight Music Sheffield
Mastered by Nick Cooke

With thanks to The Shakespeare Birthplace Trust

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Nancy Kerr Sheffield, UK

Folk Singer of the Year BBC Folk Awards 2015

"Outstanding chamber folk" (The Guardian) "Folk's Poet Laureate" (FRUK) "One of the UK’s foremost composers of modern folk and social commentary songs” (Royal Shakespeare Company).

Photo credits: James Fagan, Elly Lucas
Album design: Lizzy Doe
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