Eileen
featuring
Sinead McConville
written & produced by George Moorey & Shane Young
artwork by Zariq Rosita Hanif
Eileen is an incredible octogenarian. She retains a sharp wit and keen intelligence that have served her through a life well lived. She grew up in Croydon and I grew up in nearby Wallington so when she told me of her life as a child I knew everywhere she described. I can see the wonderful person she is now in the smile and sparkle in the eyes of the little girl in the photos. The test audio in the earlier post today is from “Eileen"
She talked about digging an allotment with her mum and dad during WW2 and a German plane dropped a bomb on it killing their neighbour. That incident was the start of her mum's unravelling mental health. Her dad worked for the British government so wasn't conscripted. They built an Anderson shelter in the garden where they spent many nights during the Blitz. Eventually she was evacuated to Wiltshire to stay with her uncle, aunt and cousins while her parents stayed in Croydon.
I commissioned an artist friend Zariq to illustrate each song. In the artwork Eileen's holding a chicken because she had a phobia of feathers and in the song we included a lyric about her cousins playfully locking her in the chicken shed when she was evacuated from Croydon to The countryside around Swindon. You can see the Anderson shelter behind her where her family would go during air raids. She's also holding lots of books, more about those later….
Eileen has written and self-published many books - as illustrated in Zariq's sketch - on all sorts of subjects. Very few people buy her books now, but she says that doesn't matter so long as it keeps her mind nimble and curious.
We dug our own shelter in the garden
I am never gonna forget the smell of the earth
The dog’s eyes were wide with the bombarding
So I closed mine and prayed for all I was worth
Hamstrings tight digging for dinner
Then came the sound and Daddy said duck
So we dropped down to the ground as the planes came back around
And in my mother’s muddy face, a trace of coming unstuck
The Wiltshire skies less foreboding
There was a US army base not far away
All the local boys threw out their toys
‘Cause the girls preferred the men from the US of A
They had moved me out west for my safety
But my uncles shut me up in a chicken coop
My fear of feathers was conquered that day
I was just another ingredient in mother nature’s soup
Oh, so long ago
If I could, I’d do it all again
Some folk like to sit and watch a game show
In my mind I’m running like I did when I was ten
If you can’t leave your chair with your body
Maybe leap out with your mind
I’m digging for the treasure in pictures and books
And dive into the journeys I find
The letters said my folks would fetch me
When the enemy was finally denied
But wartime had a nasty way of scuppering your plans
So I hunched up in the pantry with my doll and cried.
At fifteen, I’d been home and back again
I loved to learn but couldn’t bear that school
The boys had all the fun while every girl was a minion
And this girl didn’t polish shoes for the boys like a fool
Oh, so long ago
If I could, I’d do it all again
Some folk like to sit and watch a game show
But in my mind I’m running like I did when I was ten
If you can’t leave your chair with your body
Maybe leap out with your mind
I’m digging for the treasure in pictures and books
And dive into the journeys I find.
Credits
Alison Eales: Lead & Backing Vocals
George Written & produced by George Moorey & Shane Young
Sinead McConville: Lead & Backing Vocals
Alison Eales: Accordion & Backing Vocals
Shane Young: Backing Vocals, Drums,
Darragh Cullen: Bass Guitar
George Moorey: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Piano, Organ, Drumloop
Studio band recorded by David Pick at FFG, Tewkesbury
Further instrumentation recorded by George Moorey and vocals by Shane Young
Mixed & mastered by George Moorey
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