Name: The Llangennith Horror
Channel: Thee Governess
Description: Free MP3 download. Mock Victoriana Acoustic Horror Music

The Llangennith Horror

Thee Governess

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Mock Victoriana Acoustic Horror Music

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Thee Governess

The Sound of the Tin-Pot Baroque.

GO TO the "MP3 MUSIC" link Above FOR TRACK BY TRACK DOWNLOAD OF "THE BEST OF THE GOVERNESS (2000 - 2006)"... This is the sound of The Tin-Pot Baroque. Most songs are a variation on simple ballad form. They have a lo-fi, stripped down sound yet are also delicate and layered and the lyrics tend towards the ornate. Musically, every melody should ideally be lifted from an ancient sounding popular song - 'Greensleeves', 'Waltzing Matilda', that kind of thing. They bring a yellowing, 'museum of childhood' feel with them. Also, its kind of like The Residents once kind of said 'there are too many tunes out there, and we don't want to add to them...'. Pop music is always about repetition. The other big musical influence is the drone. Listen to Bert Jansch's 'Nottanum Town'. There is a sense that you could remove the guitar and vocals and there would still be something there - a slow-thighed thing breathing and turning in the darkness. That the drone's effect. The Governess attempts to capture that feel without the virtuosity. A lot of these songs use only one chord.

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Other Alternative

Charts

Peak #74

Peak in subgenre #12

Author

Thee Governess

Rights

Thee Governess

Uploaded

October 02, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.5 MB • 192 kbps • 3:46

Story behind the song

This song was written in the Gower, in a caravan, in the dark, in a very violent storm. It is based on a ghost story found in an old guidebook that had been left there. Apparently, in the late nineteenth century a minister came down from the big city to service two small villages on the coast; Rhossili and Llangennith. A rectory was built for him, half way between the two, just above Rhossili Bay, facing the grey and implacable sea. He swiftly went quite mad due to the isolation. He claimed (shades of Lovecraft here) that he could see something horrible out to sea, and that it was getting closer and closer to land each night. Tourists staying there years later, on finding themselves alone in the bathroom, have felt an icy breath on the back of their necks, and a terrible voice in their ear saying:
 
"WHY DON'T YOU TURN ROUND AND LOOK AT ME!"
 
Mario Vendredi plays the guitar and screams on this track.

Lyrics

I came down from Swansea
To the new rectory
Village to the left of me
Village to the right
Behind me towered cliffs
Before me the sea
All bubbling white

And I went to Rhossili 
For a man had died
And I went Llangenny
To comfort his wife
And I went to Rhossili
And I spread the word
And I went to Llangenny 
And I was heard

And then I came home

I looked out at the sea
All shivering black
And I took off my coat
And I lay down my hat
And I lay on the bed
And smoked a cigarette 
And I thought of the days here
I hadn't lived yet

And I went to Llangenny 
To comfort a wife
And I went to Rhossili
For another man died 
I went to Llangenny
And I spoke the word
And I went to Rhossili
And a handful heard 

And I came home

And I looked out at the sea
Like bubbling lead
And I took off my coat
And I lay on my bed
And I closed my eyes
And was seized by a fear
That there was something in the water
That should not have been there

And I went to Llangenny
At sundown and sighed
And half way to Rhossili
I looked at the tide
All red with the evening
Like a bloody cord
On which something horrific
And unspeakable crawled

And I turned to Rhossili
Two miles to the right
And I turned to Llangenny
And down came the night
And I ran to the rectory
And I bolted the door
And I ran to the bathroom
On a soaking floor

And I was seized by a chill 
That rooted me there
And a voice spoke behind me
And it rustled my hair
And the voice spoke with malice
And I stunk of the sea
'Why don't you turn round and look at me?'

Well I didn't turn round
And I never have since
But on evenings like this
After nurse fixes drinks
I return to Rhossili
And its black in my mind
And when I return to Llangenny
I want to leave it behind

But as I start to move
I'm frozen with fear
And theres a voice at my neck
And its hot on my ear
Something has come home
From the stinking sea
'Why don't you turn round and look at me!'

HORROR!!.....

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