Ancient Free Gardeners

Ancient Free Gardeners

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Indie-rocking Melburnians Ancient Free Gardeners’ mission is to make musical sense of the nonsensical musings of songwriter James Milsom. Sharing the soundspace of The Wedding Present, Prefab Sprout and Augie March, the band produce diverse, waltzing, driving tunes and an enthralling live set.

Biography

‘Ancient Free Gardeners’ is the moniker for three recently Melburnian, country-bred indie-rocking gents attempting to make musical sense of the nonsensical musings of singer and songwriter James Milsom. Touted as sharing the sound-space of Augie March, The Wedding Present and even Prefab Sprout, the band are quickly gaining local recognition for their oft-waltzing, gently driving tunes, each one immersed in honest, organic emotion.

In one of the icier weeks of 2006, the band slipped into a reclusive makeshift studio by the sea in rural South Gippsland, Victoria with producer/engineer Callum Barter. Later, Melbourne talents Tobias Cummings and Jane Hendry (Great Fire of London) provided vocal harmony, with Adrian Vincent (Brendan Welch) working his keyboard genius over the tracks. Mixed at Newmarket Studios and mastered by Tony ‘Jack the Bear’ Mantz, the EP’s careful crafting was complete.

The band, including Kiss-loving, grass-growing drummer James Sewell and a swathe of casual bass players, are regularly gigging in Melbourne and plan to venture interstate later in 2007. The EP is out independently (online and in stores) on April 14, through Green (MGM).

Lyrics

My soft bitten thumb

Written By: James Milsom

When I wake up, all I want to hear,
is that the morning is clear;
washing up like lapping waves at my feet.
Let the light distill us, purify and reveal us, set us in motion for the night to repeat.
Tattered and torn; my tongue saw the breath leave my lungs, blessed my soft bitten thumb.
Roll on incompleteness, your shadow is cast. O, drift you my weakness, shed your every little star.
Sing long shadow, sing us to sleep, submerged in the shadows of a lullaby deep.
Give me my memories, give me words I have spoken.
Pile them up, start a fire of hearts broken, suck the smoke in.
Exhale for the morning has come, and we are warm and empty, heads are clear but hands are numb.
Tattered and torn; my love saw the breath leave my lungs, kissed my soft bitten thumb.
What mattered in darkness gave us much needed proof. What falls from the rafters wasn't meant for the roof. Swallow my soul, foreign priestess, i'll not worship you. I've an eye on the pin prick hole, with light shining through.
Sing, sing, you unearthly thing. I won't praise any respite that the morning wouldn't bring.
Sail on! O lonely light, i'll not bear you tonight.
What mattered in darkness gave us much needed proof. What falls from the rafters wasn't meant for the roof. Swallow my soul, foreign priestess, i'll not worship you. I've an eye on the pin prick hole.

I am not a shipwright

Written By: Ancient Free Gardeners

Has a lighthouse gone and shone upon my freezing brain,
through the cold and the dark and the bucketing rain?
I awoke in the shallows all muddied unclean, all could be washed but my skin had turned green.
I was dreaming for hours before sleep took flight. You wouldn't believe the persuasive powers of the bedbugs bite.
They opened my eyes and they took out my lungs, said how much they despised all the songs that i'd sung.
Need I be a shipwright to be swallowed in your sea? That heavy ballast sits in hindsight, will you take what's left of me?
I'm dizzy, i've no sea legs. I've a mind to sink to the sharp coral sea bed, but what would prevail in places unknown? Leviathan would fail, but at least i'd have grown.
Need I be a shipwright to be swallowed in your sea? These are calm in the twilight, will you take what's left of me?
Need I be a shipwright to be swallowed in your sea? I've lost all that didn't sit right, will you take what's left of me?

Discography

Debut: Ancient Free Gardeners - 'Ancient Free Gardeners'.
Tracks getting local airplay - My soft bitten thumb, When your years are all returned.

Set List

We vary from one 45 minute set, to two half hour sets.

45 minute set:
When your years are all returned
I am no a shipwright
Mind race
Poor fellow me
Innard's out
Love like law
Enough
The most
My soft bitten thumb