More Bad News .​.​.

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Originally released in 1996 when we were still a trio, this is the first Broadside Electric recording to feature the Chapman Stick®, Zeta violin, crumhorn and rauschpfiefe. 10 tracks of steaming electro-folk: Child ballads, songs from Ireland, America and France, and tunes from all over Europe. Also available on CD (CS 1704D) and chrome cassette (CS 1704C).

More Bad News is the third Broadside Electric album. This Philadelphia band has spent 5 years researching and assembling a collection of folk music, ranging from English ballads to Klezmer, from Balkan dances to French hurdy-gurdy music. Then they've dragged it all out back and mercilessly smacked it around. This disc contains some of the latest results.

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released June 18, 1996

All songs and tunes on this recording were arranged by Broadside Electric.

Broadside Electric is:

Tom Rhoads: Lead vocals (1,2,4,6,7,9,10); acoustic guitar (1,4,5,6,10); 12-string guitar (9); electric guitar (2,4,7,8); Appalachian dulcimer (2,3,9); whistles (5,3,9)
Jim Speer: Chapman Stick® (1 thru 9); recorders (1,10); saxophone (3,5,6,7); rauschpfeife (7,9); crumhorn (5,10); backing vocal (2)
Helene Zisook: Electric violin (1 thru 9); acoustic violin (10); mandolin (2,5)

With:

Additional backing vocals by Melissa Demian (1,2,9)
Talk-box by Mike Ciul (7)

All songs arranged by Broadside Electric
"Pastures of Plenty" ©1960 and 1963 Ludlow Music
"Silkie" ©1994 Tom Rhoads

Produced by Tom Rhoads, Jim Speer, Helene Zisook, and Adam Glickman

Recorded and mixed at Chill Factor Studios, Ardmore, PA
Engineered by Adam Glickman

Cover design by Jim Speer
Folder design and drawings by Helene Zisook with indispensable help from Meg Newburger and the people at Miller Designworks
Untitled painting of red agitated person by Ben Lewis

Digital post-production by Ray Monahan at Digital Domain, Philadelphia, PA

Melissa and some additional tracks recorded at Milkboy Recording, Philadelphia, PA
Engineered by Tommy Joyner with Terek Peterson and Rich Zapf

Manufactured by Disc Makers, Pennsauken, NJ

Thanks to Adam Glickman, Tommy Joyner, Mike Ciul, Meg Newburger, JD Paul, Dan Riles, Rachel Hall, Ben Lewis, Sam Williams, Melissa Demian, and our families.

The Chapman Stick® is a registered trademark of Stick Enterprises, Inc.

©(P) 1996 Clever Sheep Records

Bonus tracks produced by Tom Rhoads, Jim Speer, Helene Zisook, and Tommy Joyner

Recorded and mixed at Milkboy Recording, Philadelphia, PA
Engineered by Tommy Joyner and Rich Zapf

Folder and CD design by Helene Zisook

Remastered and manufactured at Masterwork, Philadelphia, PA

Thanks to: Tommy Joyner, Mary Riles, Gene Shay and Rich Zapf.

©(P) 1997 Clever Sheep Records

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Broadside Electric is a five-piece electric folk band from Philadelphia, PA (US). They have earned a reputation for thoroughly original arrangements and painstaking research into traditional English, Celtic and Eastern European music. Broadside Electric has been at turns called “Pennsylvania’s answer to Steeleye Span” and “folk music’s answer to death metal.” ... more

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Track Name: Babylon
There was three sisters out on a day
Too-ra-lee and a loney, O
They met a robber on their way
By the bonny, bonny banks of the vergie-o

Now he took the first one by the hand
Too-ra-lee …
And he whipped her 'round 'til she could not stand
By the bonny …

And he took the second though she tried to flee
And her red blood he spilled so free

And he held the third in a grip so tight
She said "I wish my brothers were here tonight"

"Oh, what are your brothers come tell to me"
"O one of them's a minister," said she

"And what's the other, I pray you tell?"
"The other one's a robber, like yourself"

"Lord have mercy for what I've done,
I've murdered my sisters all but one"

Now he took out a wee pen knife
And there he took his own sweet life
Track Name: Lord Bateman
O there was a lord, who lived in London
And he was a man of high degree
But he could never be contented
He longed strange countries for to see

He sailed east, and he sailed westward,
Until he came to the Turkish shore
There he was taken and put in prison
With hope of freedom nevermore

His jailer had an only daughter
And she was a lady most fair to see
She stole the keys to her father's prison
And this Lord Bateman she did set free

She led him down to her father's cellar
And there they drank of the strongest wine
It was a brave health that she drank to him
It's "O Lord Bateman, if you were mine!"

They made a vow, they made a promise
For seven years they would make it stand
He swore he'd wed no other woman
She swore she'd wed no other man

Now seven years were gone and past
And still she longed her true love to see
For e'er a voice within her breast
Said "Bateman's broken his vow to thee"

So she sailed east and she sailed westward
Until she landed on England's shore
And she could never be contented
But for Lord Bateman she did inquire

And when she came to Lord Bateman's castle
The porter answered her from inside
Saying "Yes, this is Lord Bateman's castle,
This very day brought home his bride."

She gave her message to this porter
And to Lord Bateman's side straight went he
Saying, "There's a lady at your door, sir,
And she is of some high degree.

"She bids you mind of the wine so strong,
She bids you mind of the rolling sea,
She bids you mind of that Turkish lady
Who out of prison did set you free."

Lord Bateman rose all in a passion
And broke his sword in pieces three,
"It can be none but my dear Sophia,
Who's crossed the deep for the love of me.

"Go take my bride to her father's hall,
She shall be none the worse by me,
O she came here with a horse and saddle,
But she'll return with coaches three.

"O there has lately been one wedding,
Another wedding there now shall be.
I'll range no more in foreign countries
Since my Sophia has crossed the sea."
Track Name: Silkie
Oh there was a maid, lived by the shore, and to her child did sing:
"I know not who your father is, nor the land that he dwells in,
Nor the land that he dwells in."

Now it happened on a moonlit night when she lay fast asleep.
A tall grey man came to her cot and sat at her bed feet,
And sat at her bed feet.

Saying: "Awake, awake, oh pretty maid, awake and you will see,
I am the father of your child although I'm not comely,
Although I'm not comely."

"I am a man upon dry land and a silkie in the sea
And when I'm far from every strand I dwell in Sule Skerry,
I dwell in Sule Skerry."

"I'll give to you this gay gold ring, for I would marry thee."
"Oh marry whom you will," she says, " for you'll never marry me,
You'll never marry me."

Then he's brought out a purse of gold, saying: "Take thy nurse's fee.
I'll give the ring to our young son and he will come with me,
And he will come with me."

"And you shall wed the gunner good, a fine young man he'll be.
And on some bright May morning he'll kill my son and me,
He'll kill my son and me."

Now she has wed the gunner good all early in the spring.
And it's on a fine May morning he brought to her the ring,
He brought to her the ring.

And when she saw the Silkie's ring this lady wept full sore:
"Alas, alas, my first borne son, I'll never see you more,
I'll never see you more."
Track Name: Pastures Of Plenty
It's a mighty hard row my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled this hot dusty road
Out of your dustbowl and westward we rolled
Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
Slept on the ground by the light of the moon
On the edge of your cities you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we're gone with the wind

California, Arizona, I've worked on your crops
Then northward up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from your ground, take the grapes from your vine
To set on your table that light, sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in this Union the migrants have been
We'll work in your fight and we'll fight till we win

It's always we ramble, that river and I
All along your green valleys I'll work 'til I die
Travel this road until death sets me free
For your pastures of plenty must always be free.
Track Name: As I Roved Out
Oh as I roved out on a May morning, on a May morning right early
As I roved out on a May morning, on a May morning right early
I met a maid all on her way, and Lord but she was early
With me roo rum rye, fa the diddle dye, hey the O the diddle derry O

Now her shoes were black, and her stockings were white, and her hair it shone like silver
her shoes were black, and her stockings were white, and her hair it shone like silver
She had a dark and a roving eye as she looked over her shoulder
With me roo rum rye …

Where do you live, my bonnie wee lass, where do you live my honey?
Where do you live, my bonnie wee lass, where do you live my honey?
Oh I live up there, in the house on the hill, and I live there with me mammy

Oh if I come up the house on the hill when the moon is shining clearly
If I come up the house on the hill when the moon is shining clearly
Will you rise up and let me in, and your mother not to hear us?

So I went up to the house on the hill when the moon was shining clearly
Yes I went up to the house on the hill when the moon was shining clearly
Well, she opened the door, and she let me in, but her mother chanced to hear us

She grabbed her by the hair on the head and down to the kitchen she brought her
She grabbed her by the hair on the head and down to the kitchen she brought her
And with the butt of a hazel stick she was a well beaten daughter

Will you marry me now, my soldier boy, will you marry me now or never?
Will you marry me now, my soldier boy, can't you see I'm done forever?
Oh, I can't marry you, my bonnie wee lass, for I've got a wife already
Track Name: Sheath And Knife
It is talked the world all over,
The king's daughter goes with child to her brother.
Go down to the broom no more.

He's brought his sister to the deer park,
Brought his bow and arrows fast to his back.
Go down …

She said: "When you hear me loudly cry,
Shoot your arrow and there let me lie."

"And when you see I am lying dead,
Bury me with a turf at my head."

Now when he heard his sister cry
His silver arrow he did let fly.

He's dug a grave that was long and deep,
And buried his sister with her babe at her feet.

When he came to his father's hall
There were music and minstrels and dancing and all.

"Son, oh son, what makes you so sad?
At such a meeting you might be glad."

"Father, oh father, I've lost a knife
I loved as dear as I loved my life."

"And I have lost a finer thing,
I lost the sheath that the knife was in."

"Hold your tongue and make no din.
I'll buy you a sheath and a knife therein."

"All the ships e'er sailed the sea
Won't bring such sheath and a knife to me."
Track Name: J'ai Vu Le Loup
J'ai vû le loup, le renard, le lièvre
J'ai vû le loup, le renard cheuler
C'est moi-même que les ai r'beuillé

J'ai ouï le loup, le renard, le lièvre
J'ai ouï le loup, le renard chanter
C'est moi-même que les ai r'chigné

J'ai vû le loup, le renard, le lièvre
J'ai vû le loup, le renard danser
C'est moi-même que les ai r'viré

(I Saw the Wolf)

I saw the wolf, the fox and the hare
I saw the wolf and the fox drinking
It was I who spied upon them

I heard the wolf, the fox and the hare
I heard the wolf and the fox singing
It was I who snarled back at them

I saw the wolf, the fox and the hare
I saw the wolf and the fox dancing
It was I who spun them around
Track Name: The World Turned Upside-Down
In 1649 to St. George's Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers came to show the people's will
They defied the landlords, they defied the laws
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs

We come in peace, they said, to dig and sow
We come to work the lands in common and make the waste ground grow
This earth divided we will make whole
So it may be a common treasury for all

The sin of property we do disdain
No man has any right to buy or sell the earth for private gain
By theft and murder they took the land
Now everywhere the walls spring up at their command

They make the laws to chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven, or they damn us into hell
We will not worship the God they serve,
a God of greed who feeds the rich while poor folk starve

We work and eat together, we need no swords
We will not bow to masters, nor pay rent to the lords
Still we are free, though we are poor
Ye Diggers all, stand up for glory, stand up now!

From the men of property the orders came
They sent the hired men and troopers to wipe out the Diggers' claim
Tear down their cottages, destroy their corn
They were dispersed - only the vision lingers on

Ye poor take courage, ye rich take care
This earth was made a common treasury for everyone to share
All things in common, all people one
They came in peace - the order came to cut them down