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Songs from Be My Baby

by Roy Moller

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    Behind every great storyteller is a great story, and Roy Moller’s latest release is just that. Truly captivating and enjoyable. He has a unique way of drawing listeners in, using vivid imagery and charming wit to create a fully immersive experience and this album is no exception.
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1.
Some nights are still around, roll with me round town The past don’t ever go I guess that’s why I’m so Drunk when sober and drunk asleep Self preservation built a wall round my heart You fall on me, we fall apart Smoking bells, chimneys chime You cannot help me falling in time Sea breeze Sunday windswept bench Bodybuilders flex and tense Matelot stripes, end of the pier Waxing moustaches, their ghosts are here Pleasure steamers swarm like bees Visit coastal towns and city seas Smoking bells, chimneys chime You cannot help me falling in time It’s the season to go through with it Nothing to do with anyone It’s the season to go through with it Nothing to do with anyone It’s the season to go through with it Nothing to do with anyone It’s the season to go through with it Nothing to do with anyone
2.
Toronto 1962 02:25
Standing tall without illusion heels Don’t you falter though confusion feels Like it’s got a grip, could you skip a season or two Tell me what you wanna do Toronto 1962 Destination frosted Scottish streets Tartan covers linen guest house sheets And there will be a couple Who’ll take the load off you Toronto 1962 So glad you made it through...
3.
Coming On 02:30
Summer’s coming, you can hear the cobbles Crackle under Goodyear and Firestone tyres Along the pavement where the old man hobbles Frost has burned away, lighting fires Christine, Mandy, Stephen and John Innuendo in the air, the boy is coming on Legendary wintertime seems like a decade behind Summer sulks beneath the clouds Vox amps, Morris vans, here they come, the crowds for Paul and Ringo, George and John Those lads might last a year or two This boy is coming on That was the week that was I can’t believe it’s gone What you doing Wednesday? The boy is coming on and on and on
4.
Ward Song 03:45
Hear the bagpipes squirt See the banners ripple Here comes the Queen’s limousine To the Clyde Tunnel Fifty miles east in a ward By the edge of the The Meadows On early closing Wednesday Ain’t no bunting, skies are grey Baby bump gives way They drive through to modernity While two in Maternity We have built a bond That can’t go on Sever the cord but I’m born as the next of kin Next of kin to the wayward wind Can’t you hear the rustling on the ground? In this ward so austere Hold me up put me down Lady, you're homeward bound Fly back to modernity Bye-bye to Maternity Break our special bond Gotta travel on You chose to have me, Baby Jamie Chose to have me, and give me away Soon you will slip through the wrong-way traffic Pick out a neap tide and fly Sun and moon at ninety degrees Like a selkie skin you’ll drop me Feel the freedom of the seas Fly high to modernity, goodbye to Maternity I’ll cry, ooh, ooh, we had a special bond Had a special bond, now you’re gone
5.
And everyone has their entrances and exits And my entrance to this world was followed by a fast escape What will I do in this place you’ve brought me to? Will I live a life of shameful waste? Staring you right in the face Staring you right in the face Mother of mine, there’s only one time I’m staring you right in the face Everyone clears away childhood souvenirs As unwanted, one day they’re haunted By what was and wasn’t there What will I be? What will I be? No-one I think is in my tree Father of mine, there won’t be a time I am staring you right in the face And I didn’t know I couldn’t say Mother don’t go away In such haste Staring you right in the face Staring you right in the face Mother of mine, with baby eyes blind I’m staring you right in the face
6.
You had a fling now x3 The man wore a ring now Keep it hid x 3 An ocean away You had a lover - yes, you did x 2 You’re undercover - keepin’ it hid today Front Street West trains keep rollin’ by x 3 You had a baby - yes, you did x2 You had a baby 3,000 miles away Front Street West trains keep rollin’ by x 3 Princes Street trains are steamin’ by x4 Goodbye x4 The boy is gonna cry
7.
Zero Contact 02:19
A bit of him and part of you x 3 Soon I’d show so off we flew You felt me move, you heard me cry x2 A mum and dad were standing by Present gift wrapped in July You flew back, got it back on track Did you ever feel the lack? We had zero contact One sun beats back three moons x3 Lay the table, no baby spoons I love you, love me back Zero contact Just one snapshot sent to tuck away For only you to see, a dream memory Of the boy that you unpacked I love you despite the fact of zero contact Despite the fact of zero contact
8.
Original mother, far be her from me Maybe there’s answers over the sea Maybe there’s faces looking like me I have yet to see them, you see Far be it from me Original father, far be him from me Maybe there’s secrets in the family tree If there are faces looking like me Then they’re faces I have yet to see, mm, mm Far be it from me On Centre Island in naval grey weather Max from the Telegram marries my mother Port and starboard, smart stepchildren An ocean away, I must be seven If there’s a woman who moved through the fair If there’s a moment that we shared Maybe she held me before she left me That’s history Newborn babies, what do they see? Far be it from me…. Identity Far be it from me… What could I see Seconds old at a quarter to three? Far be it from me
9.
Wild Goose 03:01
A wild goose never laid a tame egg Maybe that’s why When the night wind comes I’m a lonely son And I can’t get used to me Is this how I’ll always be? Marques of cars backfire at me Kids’ balloons are bursting me Please believe I’m not broken I’m not a pig in a poke, no, no Please believe I’m not broken I’m not a pig in a poke, no, no A wild goose never laid a tame egg Baby, that’s why When night storms come I’m a lonely son, lonely son No-one can get used to me Is this how I have to be? Ev’ry bark too sharp for me Champagne celebration corks shot me Please believe I’m not broken I’m not a pig in a poke, no, no Please believe I’m not broken I’m not a pig in a poke, no, no A wild goose never laid a tame egg
10.
Stacks 03:57
Photographs? I have stacks Some have dates on the back, Photographs? I have stacks When the night gives me chills Beer can rattles, bottle trills Sirens, screams and foxes I sift boxes I have stacks Some I know it’s a shame When I can’t supply a name The photos with the border I’d like to see beyond the border I wish I had the chance Just a little glance Photographs - some I cut up Photographs - some I tore up Photographs - some I lost, yeah Photographs I still comb the dreary shops Plastic junk and hooded tops Windows drip with thawing drops What I want they ain’t got Photographs? I got stacks...
11.
How many stories lost in the shuffle Kept secret so feathers ain’t ruffled? Documentation fell down the back When house or office moved Fell through the cracks How many women put away thoughts Of the boy or girl they carried? Must be something when you bring up The kids of the man you married Mum and Dad, I am missing a set Airbrushed away like a cigarette A couple that set me in motion one night And you grabbed hold of that kite – thank you How many of us are lost in the shuffle Of letters that make up our name? Beamed here from space Knowing the ways Of others are never the same
12.
Unravelling 04:17
Cantilever bridges Grey and duck egg blue Span the filthy river Drains are gushing to Electric boxes buzzing Generators roar Drainpipes on the tenement walls Spread out like semaphore The past rattles by me Like pallets on a truck Bumpy road to travel I watch it all, I watch it all Unravelling, unravelling Bungalows relaxing At angles to this road A new day is loading Flinging barrels in a hold My days of shorter shadow My days of smoother skin Unravelling, unravelling I wish I was a tailor Then I could sew the seams See the blanket Wrapping up my dreams Unravelling, unravelling Time to mend, take some time to mend...

about

Songs From Be My Baby finds Moller at the top of his game, this time collaborating with his friend Stevie Walker, who co-produced and shared instrumental duties with Moller on this absorbing twelve-track album. Songs from Be My Baby serves as a companion piece to Moller’s acclaimed 2019 narrative poetry book, Be My Baby. Published by Dionysia Press, Be My Baby is a narrative-based poetry book that documents Moller’s search for his roots, as the adopted poet/songwriter set out to discover, in his fifties, who his birth parents were.

On Songs from Be My Baby, Moller and Walker combine ‘40s jazz, ‘50s rock & roll and ‘60s soul with the twang and shimmer of Warm & Cool-era Tom Verlaine, yet these cleverly written songs never lapse into pastiche. Moller’s singing has never sounded better; the passing of the years has matured his warm croon nicely, and Roy’s intelligent phrasing ensures that his typically well-crafted lyrics – by turns poignant, witty and affecting – always land with maximum impact.
One of many highlights, Staring You Right In The Face is painfully moving, as Moller reflects (as he must surely have done countless times) on the last time he saw his birth-mother, Carol: “And everyone has their entrances and exits, and my entrance to this world was followed by a fast escape; what will I do in this place you’ve brought me to? Will I live a life of shameful waste?” The fact that he was too young to have any recollection of the moment clearly resonates with Moller to this day: “Mother of mine, with baby eyes blind I’m staring you right in the face”.

Moller’s work has often shown the influence of Lou Reed, explicitly so on his masterful 2014 Reed-themed album My Week Beats Your Year, so it’s perhaps not surprising that the song-cycle structure of this album brings to mind Reed’s much-admired New York, Songs for Drella and Magic & Loss triptych, the difference being that Moller’s lyrics achieve a warmth and intimacy that Reed only reached on such pinnacles of his songwriting as Candy Says and Halloween Parade.
Lost in the Shuffle’s reflection on adoption in a deeply conservative era cuts particularly deep: “How many stories lost in the shuffle, kept secret so feathers ain’t ruffled? Documentation fell down the back when house or office moved, fell through the cracks”. Stevie Walker’s beautifully understated piano heightens the poignancy, while Moller’s atmospheric guitar twangs use the minimum of notes to vividly convey the singer’s emotions.
The brighter tone of album closer Unravelling suggests that Moller’s journey into the past and the resulting new connections with family members he previously never knew has enabled a healing process, as the British-Canadian songwriter declares:”Time to mend, take some time to mend…” Perhaps Roy Moller will always remain a below-the-radar outsider artist, but for those who are tuned in to his unique wavelength, Songs from Be My Baby is a gorgeous, involving and very moving work of exquisite and heartfelt songcraft, with a surprising universality to themes that are so personal to its creator. 5/5
Gus Ironside, Louder Than War, January 2024

..Between crooner and classic, with touches of glam, sounding halfway between Frank Sinatra, Scott Walker and David Bowie. Themes with an elegant atmosphere and timeless flavour...he always adorns his melodies with beautiful arrangements of steel strings, pianos, synths, organs, harmonica, etc... El Planeta Amarillo, March 2024


A fascinating soap opera of a song cycle, with lovely sounds reminiscent of the timeframe, but not dragged down by retro sonic cos-play, and anchored by his intimate, emotion-laden vocals. Kudos for this treasure. Corin Ashley, The Big Takeover, June 2023.

The lyrics detail…what their writer has discovered about his mother’s flight from Canada – “Soon I’d show, so off we flew”…“to frosted Scottish streets”...euphoric horn sounds hopefully heralding a happy ending to this engrossing tale. isthismusic? August 2023

Roy Moller’s songs take a more personal tone with his latest record. Like, a lot more… A lovely record that refuses to get bogged down. It’s Moller’s life story, too, and the vocals are always upfront and intimate. Like the story’s twists and turns, the record takes time to get there, bouncing between different genres as it goes before wrapping up with “Unravelling,” where he sings, “Time to mend, take some time to mend.” Kevin Alexander, On Repeat, August 2023.

Moller in his inimitable poetic/jazzy pop style turns this batch of self-discovery into a fascinating record with instantly classic songs and a real sense of humanness.

Moller had probably been wanting to make this record for years/decades, but this kind of self-exploration takes time and he did it right when he was ready and it all comes pouring out on one heck of a lovely 37 minutes. Do not miss. Tim Hinely, Dagger Zine, September 2023

What makes this collection of songs stand out is the quality of the lyrics and the superb production values on display. Playing and production duties are handled by both Roy Moller and Stevie Walker, with much aplomb. Their combined musical chops are very much in evidence, and sound effects and clips are used in an imaginative and interesting way. Steve Kinrade, Pennyblackmusic, November 2023


PENNYBLACKMUSIC INTERVIEW
with John Clarkson, December 2023.

Scottish singer-songwriter and ex-poet Roy Moller had known since he was a child that he was adopted, but it was only later on in life in May 2015, and, at the age of 51, that he went to Register House in Edinburgh to have his adoption papers opened.

What he found out was both startling and life-changing. Carol Hoffman, his birth mother, had been a reporter on ‘The Toronto Telegram’. When she had accidentally fallen pregnant, knowing the stigma that she would face for this in the ultra-conservative 1960’s Canada, she had travelled to Edinburgh, where she had given birth to her baby, before handing him over for adoption and returning home.

After some more searching, Moller was able to confirm that he had been the product of an extra-marital affair and that his father was Jim Kennedy, a photographer on ‘The Toronto Telegram’ and a World War II war hero. Kennedy, who died in 2001, already had children, and Carol, who passed away in 2014, after returning to Toronto, eventually married and also had a (step) family. Moller, who was brought up an only child in North Edinburgh, discovered that he has between his father and mother’s families six half siblings and a step-brother and sister, and has been over to Canada to meet them.

He first explored his discovery in his second collection of poetry ‘Be My Baby’, before leaving the genre. He has now released on the Ottawa-based label, The Beautiful Music, his seventh album – and first album in seven years - ‘Songs From Be My Baby’, which examines further the issue of his adoption. It tells of Carol and Jim’s meeting and brief affair, her flight to Edinburgh, and the young Roy’s upbringing in Edinburgh.

In what is his fifth interview with Pennyblackmusic, Roy Moller spoke to us about ‘Songs From Be My Baby’.

PB: ‘Songs from Be My Baby’ uses completely different lyrics to your poetry collection. ‘Be My Baby’. Did you want to write something that stood in its own right and which you wouldn’t need to have necessarily read ‘Be My Baby’?

RM: Yes, definitely. I think what works as a song can be quite different from what works as a poem. I was looking at my material and what I had already written and was wondering how maybe I could be a bit more emotionally direct, which I think the music accomplishes, often just with a chord change or a vocal. You can elevate something with music that expresses emotion. I am also certainly a more natural songwriter than a poet. I don’t think I am a really natural poet, not what is really understood as poetry anyway. I think with music I feel more comfortable.

PB: You started out as a poet back in the 1980s and turned to writing songs later. Why do you think that you are not a natural poet?

RM: I took my degree at Strathclyde University and when I went there I wrote poems. I just felt out of place. I was expected to be writing about cashing my giro on Pollokshaws Road and stuff like that, and I thought this is not me. ‘Imports’, my first book of poetry. came out in 2014 and ‘Be My Baby’ came out in 2019, and I felt like a fish out of water again on the poetry scene. It seemed like everyone expected me to think in a certain way and to be of a certain political viewpoint, and I started to ask myself why I was interested in making any sort of mark there. I didn’t feel any sort of freedom in writing poetry. I thought this is completely back to front, so I became completely disillusioned with the idea of putting myself up as any sort of poet. Circumstances were repeating themselves in the same sort of way as what originally put me off. I haven’t written anything now that you could call a poem since before the pandemic.

PB: Do you see yourself now as having permanently abandoned poetry?

RM: That seems like a grand thing to say. It sounds a little too authoritative, but I have indeed abandoned poetry. Music is my muse. It is a little bit of an airy fairy thing to say, but in my heart I feel that. I think as well the pandemic has led to me connecting with music again, and the emotional sustenance that that provides for me. For some people poetry provides that, and that is great. I have read a few poems and a few books that have really connected with me, but pound for pound what has always connected with me and always has done is music.

I used to find that writing poetry got me depressed, whereas when I am writing music I felt uplifted. So, I decided to move forwards with music and, although I called the album ‘Songs From Be My Baby’ to give it some provenance, some sort of route in to what I had already written, I don’t want people to have read the book to get the songs. It just seemed the right title.

PB: You sing on ‘Front Street West’ about your birth mother “Keep it hid/You had a baby/Yes, you did/3,000 miles away” but most of your anger seems to be addressed not at all at your mum, but at the awful pressure that she was put under and at being forced to fly 3,000 miles to give birth to you.

RM: There is no anger at any individual in this set of songs. I think it is not so much anger as indignation that she had to face that. I have to stress that it wasn’t family pressure. It was the morals of the time. Toronto was on the surface a very cosmopolitan city in 1963. If you look at the pictures of the time, it looks like a mini New York, and it was. For a male of a certain age, it suited a certain kind of attitude, but if you were a woman that didn’t apply. My mother had just turned 28 when she fell pregnant, which is hardly a young girl, but being an unmarried mother then and there was such a big stigma.

There is no anger whatsoever towards my mother, my father or any family members because the way things turned out otherwise I would have almost certainly have not come to be. There is indignation, however, at the system at that time, and that a 28-year old unmarried woman had to go 3,000 miles away and keep a secret for the rest of her life.

PB: You were born in 1963. That was the year the world changed, and about which Philip Larkin famously said that “Sexual intercourse began between the end of the Chatterley ban and the Beatles’ first LP.” You must be conscious of the fact that if you were born two or three years later that this might not have happened and your mother might not have been forced to fly to Scotland.

RM: Yes, that’s right. She married another man when I would have been eight years old. I don’t think that I would have necessarily fitted in that situation, so it was the best thing for me that I found an adopted family, who adopted me straightaway.

I have recorded a lot of other songs for the ‘Songs for Be My Baby’ project. I have got another fourteen songs, which I have held back, which are more reflections, and does recycle some of the poems from the ‘Be My Baby’ book, although again there are quite a few changes. There are more reflections in that series of songs about my adopted family and adopted parents.

PB: When do you hope to put that second record out?

RM: I don’t really have any plan as such. It is there in my Bandcamp waiting to go active for when the time seems right. It depends on how things go with the main album and The Beautiful Music label. We may release the tracks as bonuses and include them with the download or something, but ultimately I would like to have the whole thing released as a series of downloads in a certain order. Ultimately I would like to take all the songs and make an immersive experience out of the story so you have got a little more to unpack than what you necessarily hear.

PB: You sing on the last line on the album “Take some time to mend”. Do you see the ultimate aim for ‘Be My Baby’ and ‘Songs for Be My Baby’ as providing something cathartic, not just for you, but for your family in Toronto?

RM: Yes, absolutely. I recorded that particular song, ‘Unravelling’, on the morning after Charlie Watts passed away, and I was feeling sad and I was feeling dejected because I really like the Rolling Stones. In unfortunate circumstances I was in the mood to really do something quite rueful and I think that line “time to mend” came from the way I was feeling about Charlie Watts, but, of course, that opened up all the feelings I had underlying about the whole situation.

PB: How much knowledge did your family in Canada have that there was this child who had been born abroad?

RM: On my father’s side none whatsoever. On my mother’s side they knew that my mother had just disappeared for a long period of time, and that was within character for her, but they didn’t know the reason. I had a conversation with my stepsister and she was born ten weeks before I was born, so my stepfather’s daughter is a very similar age to me. One night when she was about twelve I gather that my mother sort of confessed that she had had a son about the same age as my stepsister, and my stepfather gleaned something and he would mention it when he was drunk, so it was there in the shadows.

PB: How much have you seen of your family in Canada? You first went over there in 2015 shortly after you found out who your mother was.

RM: I went over then with my wife and son, and met one of my mother’s sisters, and spoke to her beforehand on the phone and I met cousins, my stepsister and my stepmother. I had met my stepsister briefly before in London three months earlier, and I have been back a couple of times since. I have not been back since Covid, in 2018/2019, and I met a lot of people on my father’s side then as well including half-brothers, one of whom was from a different mother than my other half brothers and sisters.

I have been very fortunate in the way that I have been generally accepted by both sides and, although I was born so far away, we have certainly found things in common. Not everyone has that experience. I am one of the fortunate adoptees in that regard. For some people it doesn’t work like that at all. I am very, very thankful for the way that these things have worked out.

PB: You have got two labels, Stereogram Recordings in Edinburgh and The Beautiful Music in Ottawa. Why did you decide to release this record on The Beautiful Music?

RM: Purely because of the Canadian connection. Ottawa is not all that far from Toronto. It just felt odd doing something with a Canadian theme and not doing it with The Beautiful Music. It was simple as that.

PB: How did you record this album ?

RM: I recorded it in my spare room. I used a program called Band in a Box which has virtual instruments. That is where I get the drum and the bass from. I played around with them so that they are nothing like the automated files, and then recorded guitar and keyboards and vocals here, and sent the WAV files to Stevie Walker who is based in Switzerland. We sent the files back and forth and we created the arrangements that way.

It took a long time. I started recording the album when I was 56 and I am 60 now. It has been quite a lengthy project, but I like it the best out of anything that I have done. I think that it has got more space in the arrangements, and the vocals are the most intimate that I have done and obviously the lyrics I connect with personally, It is a calling card of who I really am and I might not have shown it for sixty years of my life, but if you want to know where I came from and how I came to be me and how I act this is why. This is something that will always inform my work while I am writing songs and still performing them. It is a record that I am really proud of.

PB: Thank you

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released July 3, 2023

All songs by Roy Moller except Unravelling by Roy Moller and Stevie Walker.

Played and produced by Roy Moller and Stevie Walker. Recorded in the UK and Switzerland.


Released in Canada by The Beautiful Music.

Based on Be My Baby by Roy Moller published by Dyonisia Press, Edinburgh, 2019.

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