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‘Doubt’ is James’ 6th studio album.

The new album, ’Doubt’ began one year prior to James’ son’s introduction to the world. However, things were far from straight forward, and this experience significantly impacted on the direction of the material. As things improved, although little Thomas Summerfield’s constant demand for affection/attention ultimately slowed the writing and recording process down, thinking time increased. “Much of the instrumentation for the album was written and recorded in my head whilst waiting for Thomas to eat, sleep and wriggle around. This made studio time very straight forward” James Summerfield.

With lashings of lap steel, girl/boy duets and the occasional West-Coast groove, ‘Doubt’ is most likely to be filed as ‘alt-country’. “I stuck to what I think I’m best at: blending contemporary/traditional Americana and indie, experimenting with noise to create sound-scapes and writing hooks” James Summerfield.

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released January 5, 2018

All songs written, arranged and produced by James Summerfield

Additional musicians include:
Simon Fox- brass
Gurdan Thomas- brass
Richard Pharaoh- drums
Immi Paterson - vocals
Katharine Griffiths- strings

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From "Analogue Tales: Sounds from Arden", the new album by James Summerfield, released on Commercially Inviable Records, 22nd June 2015. Available on vinyl, CD and download. ... more

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Track Name: Nightingale
We’ll be here when you’re playing,
We’ll be waiting when you’re gone
We’ll run to you when you’re tearful,
Sick, or feel as though something’s wrong.

Wait on your stomach, wait on your song,
Promise to stay selfish then we’ll remain strong.

Yip and growl when we’re sleeping
like the wolves at full moon.
Clings to me as though ivy,
won’t go down anytime soon.

Wait on your comfort; wait on your dream,
Promise to stay selfish then maybe you’ll sleep.

Everytime you turn around, we’ll still be there.
How can I deny those sweet blue eyes?
Blues eyes x4

Like a perforated drum skin
Subdued but unbeaten.
Then the fever comes rising,
We’re fielding the spew.

Wait on your mess,
You’re tight to out chest,
Just wish we could take on your pain and distress.

Everytime you turn around, we’ll still be there.
How can I deny those sweet blue eyes?
Blues eyes x4
Track Name: Hotel Marrakech
I saw her at the foot of the stairwell
At the Royal Mansour Marrakech,
I'd guessed-she'd been swimming since
She stood with helix wrapped hair,
She looked up then stared right through me,
Like I's the only person there.

The starry night and morning light
Seems more incandescent when you don’t show


Fixed on for some time now,
Checked me a 180 turn,
To make certain shed consider being mine.
I saw there was nothing there
But a Winston Churchill painting,
Unfinished hangin' 'bove my head.

They say never meet face to face with your heroes
They’ll start at a 10 then swoop down to a zero

Losing a facing in a crowd at a cost
But not all who wander are lost

The big fish disappear
They hide in the muddy flow
I leave footsteps on the banks
In case you change (your mind)


Walked down the spiral stairwell,
Wondering how to break the ice,
Maybe watch the Atlas Mountains,
The evert hanging purple layers,
And we wouldn't need to make a sound,
as we'd hear the muezzin call to prayer.
Track Name: The Golden Token
The parlours are jammed as the partisans queue
Tradings are filed by the Sega Sam crew
The strength of the Yen now determined by fathers.

The rules of the game now designed by machine
Modified programming luring men in,
Trade in your token for cash in the back streets

I can’t figure you out Pachinko Pearls
Some things under your sun are left unfurled
Unsolved, unresolved, left out in the cold.

Colossal chequered flags waved by the teens
Speakers compete hurling synth through the streets
AKB48 stealing the beats

Like trickling rain through a forest of tin
Loosen your ties, fill containers with gin
Sumi-masen, won’t you fill me again?

I can’t figure you out Pachinko Pearls
Some things under your sun are left unfurled
Unsolved, unresolved, left out in the cold.

Should you go in and pretend that you know
the rules, routines and where you should go?
Or stand and admire the bewildering mystery?
Track Name: Out Of The Zone
teary son
alpha males
no more ‘and finale’s’
just highlight the failures of ourselves

queue pushers
deadline strain
beurocrats
And the pouring rain

Lazy people telling you ‘you should chill out’- that's what it's all about.

Out of concern, out of your hands, out of control, out of the zone.

People views; black or white
Can’t see that more than one way’s right,
Or maybe things just can’t be solved,
No one’s perfect so we’re told

Faith it gives us little faith in finding who we really are.

Out of concern, out of your hands, out of control, out of the zone.

Out of hand
Out of head
Heart in hands
Heart in mouth

Mid 8
We’d like to have a little influence on some things we can’t control,
So we battle with our demons, invite into our souls,
So instead, let them go, don’t allow them in the zone,
Sometimes the best way is to shut down, let them go.

Out of concern, out of your hands, out of control, out of the zone

No gratitude
For our extra mile
Take not give
Or even smile

We bother ‘cos we care about the others and image of ourselves.
Track Name: Another Country Duet
There's an art, to being socially awkward.
There's an art to being uninteresting.
There's an art, to having it your way.
There's an art, to just being me.

And if you don't like it, don't eat me alive.
Go find another friend who'll, see eye to eye.
Been picking bad apples, who used to hang on my tree.
Go rot in the orchard, or just leave me be.

You’re a leader of monkeys, a silverback bully.
But now that I've left the pack, I'm fine swinging from these trees.
You' may call me the runt, still I won't offer my hand.
Cos If my life's beach then you're one grain of sand
And I'm somewhere through the middle, somewhere through the middle, now I'm a little further from you..

So I'll keep on pretending,
That I like everyone.
But secretly I wish, they'd all leave me alone.
That's the thing about ageing,
No one’s important, they're just people you know.
And I'm somewhere through the middle, somewhere through the middle, now I'm a little further from you.
Track Name: Take
Protecting the lives of our sons
Develop schizophrenia or your world’ is somehow wrong
Resentful and seeking revenge
Sometimes for the thrill and sometimes to defend.

(Oh lord, oh lord)
They say there’s a killer in everyone
We’re hunters and hunted, we fight or we run

Some folk they kill for their God-
Land, wealth or values
With hands, knives and bombs
A martyr would kill for a prize
Lovers may take out over secrets and lies

And although it’s imbedded in our DNA,
I still don’t get why they take life away.
Track Name: I'll Try Not To Ruin Christmas
In the cold winter months, the mind works overdrive
And it keeps us awake throughout the day and the night
Christmas approaches, though I don’t want to be,
A burden to you, my friends or our family.

Each night just like Santa sip some wind for your sails
So them tinselly thoughts keep firmly gripped to the rails,
Like a satellite reindeer guiding north, east, south, west,
Your neuro-compass knowing which chimney’s best.

And if you warm to Christmas, then run a mile from me,
And if you’d like to keep those needles hanging on your tree,
If you’re that type of person- who’s stocking is half full,
Well this year mine’s half empty, so stay away from me this Christmas.

If I had a choice I wouldn’t stop loving you,
Over changing that moment-, and you wouldn’t too,
I suppose it’s my turn, wrapped in red and green paper
Shake me for now, but open me later.

And if you warm to Christmas, then run a mile from me,
And if you’d like to keep those needles hanging on your tree,
If you’re that type of person- who’s stocking is half full,
Well this year mine’s half empty, so stay away from me this Christmas

I’m hoping that Santa knows I’ve been a good boy
So he can piece me back together like a Geomag toy.
I’ll have magnetic arms- and magnetic legs
and a chemical balance rolling ‘round in my head.
Track Name: SLO
Too many words to choose
Too many clause to skew
Too many versions drawn
Too many clichés worn

And you wonder what it means x2
When I write with you in mind
And hold it all together with the string you can’t unwind

A simple life is us
A simple life is trust
An easy life is forgiving
A joyful life is living.

CHORUS

With no one to conform to
With no one to aspire to
But you and who you chose to
Then start a family
Track Name: The Best I Can
Well I’m only 34 yet the wolves gather at my door.
I've been told I've 60 credits, nothing less, nothing more.
Seem to be eating up the miles, just lying on the bedroom floor.
So at 34 my wish is just to be... the best I can.

You’re the only son I'll have; sometimes I feel I'm missing out.
That one day you get so bored of me and forget to turn around,
When I'm calling out your name, when I'm calling to you son.
So by 44 I'm hoping you'll see some of the world... with me and mum

Living in this city seems so strange when it's for life,
Since our home is made from straw the wolves are sharpening their knives,
So at 54 I'm teaching languages in the Cote Azure,
But you can come and visit us, since by then you’ll be 24.

On second thoughts come with us and never leave our side.
You'll be saving up our credits; help us to feel alive.
You don't have to live with us, just stay till I retire,
So at 64 we'll let you head where ever you desire.

If we're lucky we'll have 15 or so credits in the tank,
I will leave this decade for my love to spend on what she likes,
Since whatever makes her happy makes me happy just the same,
So from 74 I’ll call the shots in someone else's name
Track Name: Hotel Marrakech Lobby
Instrumental
Track Name: I'll try not to ruin Christmas
In the cold winter months, the mind works overdrive
And it keeps us awake throughout the day and the night
Christmas approaches, though I don’t want to be,
A burden to you, my friends or our family.

Each night just like Santa sip some wind for your sails
So them tinselly thoughts keep firmly gripped to the rails,
Like a satellite reindeer guiding north, east, south, west,
Your neuro-compass knowing which chimney’s best.

And if you warm to Christmas, then run a mile from me,
And if you’d like to keep those needles hanging on your tree,
If you’re that type of person- who’s stocking is half full,
Well this year mine’s half empty, so stay away from me this Christmas.

If I had a choice I wouldn’t stop loving you,
Over changing that moment-, and you wouldn’t too,
I suppose it’s my turn, wrapped in red and green paper
Shake me for now, but open me later.

And if you warm to Christmas, then run a mile from me,
And if you’d like to keep those needles hanging on your tree,
If you’re that type of person- who’s stocking is half full,
Well this year mine’s half empty, so stay away from me this Christmas

I’m hoping that Santa knows I’ve been a good boy
So he can piece me back together like a Geomag toy.
I’ll have magnetic arms- and magnetic legs
and a chemical balance rolling ‘round in my head.
Track Name: Nightingale (single)
Nightingale

We’ll be here when you’re playing,
We’ll be waiting when you’re gone
We’ll run to you when you’re tearful,
Sick, or feel as though something’s wrong.

Wait on your stomach, wait on your song,
Promise to stay selfish then we’ll remain strong.

Yip and growl when we’re sleeping
like the wolves at full moon.
Clings to me as though ivy,
won’t go down anytime soon.

Wait on your comfort; wait on your dream,
Promise to stay selfish then maybe you’ll sleep.

Everytime you turn around, we’ll still be there.
How can I deny those sweet blue eyes?
Blues eyes x4

Like a perforated drum skin
Subdued but unbeated.
Theb the fever comes rising,
We’re fielding the spew.

Wait on your mess,
You’re tight to out chest,
Just wish we could take on your pain and distress.

Everytime you turn around, we’ll still be there.
How can I deny those sweet blue eyes?
Blues eyes x4

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