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Murder came before the Word

by Weikie

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    Beautiful matt finish gatefold case with lyric booklet and artwork by the incredibly talented Hannah McCague.

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A Heritage 04:10
The folds of the quire turned to dust in his hand, the vapours they cast to his spine they now bind. They crept through the years and the wars without din, searching for palms now to find their way in. Quod nomen mihi est? I picked up my gait and fell down aside the lake, I drank of my fill 'til my my spite was then slake. I gave her my day, my night, and my gun; she gave me a knife and told me to be done. Quod nomen mihi est? All roads lead to Rome, and all Romes lead to ruin; Romulus pig dead and rationed as food I packed up myself and lay dormant and shelved, brushing aside what little I felt. Quod nomen mihi est?
Vixen 03:36
I will lead the fox back to the woods, you will tear the magpie from the thorn, cast his fates out lone amidst the plains harbingers of duties bound and slain. I have brought the fire within these walls; you see only ashes white and bleak. Set asunder kneed into the land reapers of the wheat and not the man and I’m burning out the winter with the flames you left behind. A needle, a thread, and a long time, will see this all unwind.
The Citadel fell into the earth a sinkhole, a placard, and dirt. and I'll miss you more than broken limbs; I'd rather have the hurt. Sappers to the frontline drawn to tear apart the clay, out this trench of broken hearts we hope to find our way. But I will try my best for you yes I will try my best for you I will try my level best for you My darling, Sabres rattle in the still time heals time heals or it kills. the horse is stabled broken down; dead hoofs live upon the ground. Journals fray and ink wells parch, and sweetness? Sweetness turns to starch. But I'll be the phoenix if you'll be the flame. As we rise from these ashes to claim, to claim our love again. My darling, I'm underground. The water's short but we'll die before we're found. It can't be long, it won't be long now, but I'll find my to you. Through a thousand throats, a shattered arch, adieu. Well I am home now, and what have you done? You coquette while I sleep beside a gun. Laying in that bed with him while our country goes to war. As I watch my friends give up their lives; is this what they're dying for? And I take it all back. I take it all back. Because love is just a moment that we calcify in time; as it rises it will fall again the dead leading the blind. and the further from the flame we draw the less we feel the heat, now the needle barely breaks the skin and I hope we never meet again.
Poppy 05:31
Going to the front line, rifle in my hand gonna stoke a fire burn back this land. Could've been a doctor could have been a thumb, but now I'm just a number laying in the Somme Poppy and a brisket sheets turned down, he's never coming back though never coming back. Thought I saw your face there, my legs broke down. Everywhere's a young man, running out this town Help, he's our sun. we're all someone’s sun. Standing on the broad moor thinking what was won, writing out a blank cheque with the barrel of a gun. Hoping it's a mistake; letter in the mail. Father stopped a'checking, and fell into the pale. Help, he's our sun we're all someone's sun. Thinking about your grandkids, looking like you. Father had a breakdown, Mother had a breakdown; she said she shouldn't let you settle out that score. Your daughter didn't think that now she's flying out to war Help, she's our sun We're all someone’s sun.
I am nothing I am no one I am nothing darling now be gone There's Caimans in the reeds.
Damocles 03:36
Something lost, along the way. This tryst is parched, a salt plained lust. You left this stone, where hearts should beat, where hearts once beat, where hearts should be. I batten down these hatches now. I'll stich this thread, through my clear hood, through myelin sheaths in my clear hood. A drawstring dove, of Damocles. That saran wraps my sentiment, I hope you find my body first. You're not even sad that I'm gone, that I'm gone; babe I'm gone.
Hare 04:42
Hare stalks with his coffer tethered fast around his waist. A dragnet through the forest with his hauls inside its chase, of roses tumbled litany in a dainty Arabesque. Such a weight, such a weight, such a Waste. He stumbles across some autumn fall, and spots adder in the brush. Who arcs his back and posits now 'my dear Hare why the rush?'. Hare stares down with a pause yet he hears not what was said, then he's gone yeah he's gone he is gone. Further in the woods he goes; back aching ever more. A bear then offers sanctuary, and opens out his door. 'Hare that's such a heavy thing why not let it go?' but he can't, but he can't, but I can't. His bones now paring out his furs That has sodden in the rain. Each step takes a hundred breathes, and a thousand more refrains. Owl says ' if you were a bird would you not fly away?' but I'm not but I'm not but I'm not His spine curled back and dragged him down, as blood drained from his face. A mottled paw thrown limply out, and crawls barely a pace. A deer comes past this laden and offers hare a hand, that he won't take, he won't take, why won't it take? Clouds clot lonely in the sky, Hare cannot move for mud. His quaking legs let out a crack, and with that he is done. His koffer falls down to the way, and bursts up the banks; there is nothing there but guilt that's pulling rank. Hare’s last breath pushed out alone, as the first that he had drawn. He always thought he had it, but when had he found it gone.
London 05:49
London, you black lung; Sucking out my air as if you have none. Floating the bodies down, then spitting out your ambergris of spent young. Eyes watch a white flag moon, revels in that something of it's got too happen soon. Waiting. We're just waiting. As our teeth thin with every winter, with every… Too far, we've gone too far; and I cannot see the wood for the trees. You pulled a hatchet out, with a grin, with a grin; was there ever any doubt? Spirits waning, eyes now glazing, half heart, weak tongue, fortunes seem gone; but you're already there. You are already there you are already there.
Ship's Bell 06:29
Ship’s bell, sing me out to see; a lyre eulogy. Ship’s bell what have I done wrong? To sing you this song? Slow down I can't catch my breath. Sorry is not good enough; it was never enough. There's no stone heavy enough, to bring this Woolf down, to take this Woolf down. The guilty will roll on the shore, in fanfare and gold, in fanfare and gold. I take the quiet way out, no scream and no shout; out the back door. Blood runs faster than you, I guess now we're through… but don't you remember that time? With your palm in mine? The let go; and now here’s the fall. You've murdered us all. you’ve murdered us all. Ship’s bell, the dead are at sea. You led them to me. Why’d you lead them to me? and sorry is not good enough. It was never enough I was never in love I was never enough we were never in love.
We were the first of our kind to die; pillaged, raped, and writhed. Scalded out a tar pit Hanging off our bones Torn flesh and promise lidless and infant parasites, glutton and sage. An eminence grise pulling down, and down, and down. What do you want me to do? What do you want me to be? You're the only truth I've known, that I've never let light. Well murder came, before the word.
Sisyphus 04:47
Oh darling what, what now have you done? Oh Sisyphus How far have you come? Addled by this stone, sickened by its weight. Talons tore her heart, with carrions in wake. Questions that impasse, that ol' canopic jar. Staring at the past, whilst rushing to the far. I clasp you to my breast, tell you it's alright. I cannot fill his void, but I’ll get you through the night. The night.


'an introspective and technically brilliant collection of tracks that fans of modern alternative folk need to have in their collection'- Artrocker

'a polished and beautiful record, thought-provoking and artistic, and easily deserves the minutes of your hours' - Echoes and Dust

Comes with exclusive bonus track 'Peppercorn lease", different to the track that comes with all Function Record orders

www.functionrecords.com/store/products/weikie/murder-came-before-the-word/ for the other bonus track

"Weikie (pronounced ‘why-kee’) is Adam Weikert, multi-instrumentalist, music technician and member of Her Name Is
Calla. His second album, Murder Came Before The Word is released via Function Records on 1st December 2014.

Adam’s sound is undoubtedly folk, steeped in Americana but with an ear for modern songwriting and production techniques. The result is an album that could sit proudly beside contemporaries such as Bright Eyes and Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties. He arrived at his sound almost in reverse, using classical, computer and minimalist music as a starting point and absorbing and adapting them into the shape present on the album. It’s less a sound of the past as it is the sound of a future reverted back to a pre-industrial era, with pre-programmed instruments blending seamlessly with clawhammer banjo and electric guitar. It’s a fascinating take that’s sure to appeal to both traditionalists and those with a hunger for the new.

Murder Came Before The Word is the follow up to his EP The Sapling From Ash. The title of the album is a reaction to society’s tendency to scapegoat creative media as the surrogates to violence and ill will. It suggests that evil can sometimes be intrinsic and solitary, that it came before we’d even given it a name. The album is an exploration of the personas of the self, and how they are reflected through the world. The first four tracks are an allegoric exploration of the impacts of war, fidelity and loss across several generations of a family reeling from the Great War. Following this, Adam then allows the listener to peek inside his soul as he attempts to parse and understand the every day world."


released December 1, 2014

Adam Weikert - Guitar, banjo, piano, double bass, drums, percussion, electronics, graphics tablet, fiddle, mandolin, lead vox

Sophie Green - Violin

Nicole Robson - Cello

Tim Hardman - Clarinet

Rachael Smith - Backing vox (Hare)

Joe Williams and Mike Love - Backing Vox (Vixen)

Special thanks to my family, Stuart Alexander, Shane Billingham, Lucy Bright, Sofia Danielsson, David Dhonau, Rosie Doyle, HNIC fans, Sophie Green, Tracy Harwood, Sergei Koslov, Mike Love, Effie Lunn, Hannah McCague, Gavin Miller, Joe Morrel, Benjamin David Webb, Rebekah Whitlam, Joe Williams, and Paul Wright.

Without your kindness and support this record would never have been.

All songs recorded in a tiny industrial flat I call home.

Artwork by Hannah McCague cargocollective.com/fortheloveofillustrations

Release by Function Records



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