Pandora's Box

by Zoe Wren

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"The far reaching consequence of opening Zoe Wren’s PANDORA BOX is not as the myth goes detrimental but the revealing of five beautifully sung songs blending a finesse voice with the soothing tones of acoustic strumming. This debut EP is a tantalising short collection presenting Zoe first and foremost to the folk world but with lashings of potential to work the cross genre songbook. She can sing quite comfortably in the classical traditional style and still retain a contemporary charm to captivate the listener" Three Chords and the Truth threechordsandthetruthuk.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/zoe-wren-pandoras-box-folkstock-records.html

It takes an especially strong new voice to rise above the general hubbub of the current English folk song flashmob, but there’s a sort of inevitability about the way that clarity prevails over clamour. I first heard Zoë Wren’s voice in the very early days of Instrumental and I had not forgotten it. On Pandora’s Box, she debuts impressively with a five-song set that showcases a maturing voice and songs that have depth to match their indisputable charm.

If you are already conjuring up a cloudy image of a winsome folkette with wispy tunes and the disposition of a delicate flower, then let me dispel that waking dream of yours. Zoë Wren is, arguably, very young to be treading the boards in the folk dens of London town, but not too young to write songs like those contained in Pandora’s Box. They are indicative of a personality with patience to learn a craft, but one that also has the quick wit to bend it to a purpose. Wren has made these songs as a playwright might construct a play, and it’s this visible architecture that will make people stop, look and listen. Instrumental Magazing instrumentali.com/2014/08/22/zoe-wren-lifts-the-lid-on-a-box-of-delights/

Zoë Wren is an acoustic singer-songwriter from Camden, combining traditional and modern folk styles with rock and pop influences to create a sound based on storytelling and catchy melodies.
Zoë was invited to perform on Stage 2 in Brian McNeill’s Festival Session on Saturday at Cambridge Folk Festival this year after her floor spot at the festival in the Club tent on the Friday night. She has supported various artists including Peter Knight’s Gigspanner at Cambridge Folk Club as well as Jim Causley at Hitchin Folk Club, where she has been booked three times in one season, as a result of winning the Best Newcomer award at Folkstock's Love Folk Live Awards. In 2013, Zoë also performed at Folkstock Festival and Standon Calling on the Folkstock Presents stage.
Zoë’s debut EP Pandora’s Box is being released with Folkstock Records on September 13th and will be launched at Balstock Festival. The title track of the EP, Pandora's Box is also available in the Fatea Autumn Showcase download.

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released September 13, 2014

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Most engineering, mixing and mastering by Lauren Deakin Davies.
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Track Name: Pandora's Box
I am the reason you die when you grow old
Thanks to my doing you long for your neighbour's gold
Sent for a reason, oh one single reason alone
From the mountaintops to do you wrong

I am the reason you fight with your brothers and friends
Thanks to my doing injustice can see no end
Blown on the wind as helpless as a leaf
From the mountaintops to bring you grief

Blindly on I ran
And with trembling hands
I do the only thing I can
Watch the lid go up

I am the reason your harvest will wither and fail
Thanks to my doing you suffer to no avail
Sent for a reason, oh one single reason alone
From the mountaintops to do you wrong

Blindly on I ran
And with trembling hands
I do the only thing I can
Watch the lid go up

What have I done to what was once so sound
As I can only watch it crumbles down
How can I smile again knowing the seeds I've sown
Is it really a blessing I still left you hope
Track Name: 45 Fever
Bass and percussion - Lauren Deakin-Davies
Making his slow way across the pavement
Past the run down inn
Broken bottles and yesterday's newspapers
Blowing in the wind
City lights are winking in the distance
Blocking out the stars
The only other hearts near that are beating
Are the rats beneath the cars
Not a tumbleweed is seen
No sand beneath his feet
But the mind will wander freely as it can

Saddle up and he gallops through the dunes
With a pistol strapped, beneath a silver moon
As he nears the town where his foe lies still in wait
Townfolk run, throw the bar doors open wide
As his polished boots are first to step inside
And he reaches down to his belt to seal his fate

Following the overgrown dark passage
To the garden gate
Up along the silent path of broken stones and dreams
Where he stands and waits
Not a tumbleweed is seen
No sand beneath his feet
But the mind will wander freely as it can

Chorus

And from his belt he draws
The key to his front door
It opens with a slow reluctant groan
The peeling walls are brown
And the bricks are crumbling down
And the fraying threadbare mat says 'home sweet home'
And his only foe lies there
The mountain that's the stairs
That must be overcome to reach his bed
But all this time
There's just one picture in his mind

Chorus
Track Name: A Moment's Madness
Going round the bend was far too smooth
Up the wall's a fine line
From on the ground
Cracked so far beyond the help of glue
A million shards of sanity
Scattered all around

All the places that I could have been
All the sights my sorry eyes might have seen
But nothing can compare with
The feeling of not feeling anything at all

I might've lost my mind
But from all that I can find
There wasn't much in the first place anyway
Maybe I'll spend my time
Wishing for what once was mine
All for a moment's madness one day

Nothing seems to be the way it was
Maybe that's because the way it was
Is not the way it is
A man is nothing more than what he does
So why do we have ears that hear
Each useless word he says

Memories are playing in reverse
A silent movie with no yarn
To keep it all afloat
Some think hearing but not listening's not a curse
But when you hear the music play you can't
Recall a single note

Chorus
Track Name: Just a Song Away
His world's in darkness but he's found a ray of light
The tunnel's end
He takes his case and stool to see what he can find
Hat upon his head
And as the people pass they hum along
Never knowing what it means to play these songs
He's so tired of being lonely

Another country, another day, another life
Could be so near
A gentle touch on his hand that he can almost feel
A voice he almost hears
And he knows just what he has to do
If he wants to carry on and see this through
He's so tired of being lonely

He sits with his accordion by the roadside
Playing for a ticket to far away
He doesn't see the faces but he hears the coppers clink
It's closer everyday
Just another song away

I walked the road and heard the music from afar
Sweet to the ear
I listened for a while, it came right from the heart
All that I could hear
And as I stood there I could almost feel
This dream of his that was becoming slowly real
He's so tired of being lonely

Chorus
Track Name: Tale Of An Oak Tree
Logs in the fire and stars in the endless black sky
Fire and stars are reflected in both of our eyes
Oh tell me a tale of a time that's gone by
Make it a long one, we've all of tonight
Til the sun wakes and rubs its tired eyes
In the dawn's light

I'll tell you a tale of an oak tree that grew in these woods
Its branches stretched out to the sky just as far as they could
And there in its branches a bird made its nest
With her three children is where she would rest
Watch the sun from the east to the west
Over the trees

She'd fly through the woods
To find food for her children to eat
Life was simple, life was good
She had all she could possibly need

One day she came home just to find that her home was not there
Dragged off by some men and machines to be cut up somewhere
Oh where are my children oh where cried the bird
Have they been taken or have they been hurt
Tell me where are my children she cried
But nobody heard

She searched and she hoped
But how could they survive such a fall
Now where would she go
She had nothing left
Nothing at all

Logs in the fire and stars in the endless black sky
The forest is silent except for one lonely bird's cry
Oh life must go on still though one's torn apart
Time can't be stopped for a small broken heart
The next day must go on like the last
Each empty day

When the morning arrives
Well we'll pack up our things and be gone
Leave the forest behind
Our busy lives carrying on
But that tree stump where you sit
Is a thing you've not thought of or known
But once long ago
To one little bird it was home