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Always fascinated with music and the recording process from an early age, Neil has been writing songs for almost 30 years. His preteen years listening was his parents 60's/70's record collection, until becoming captivated by the punk movement aged 12. As a teenager he was absorbed by rock music which led to singing in various local bands. In his mid twenties hearing Dylan's 'Blood on the Tracks' album was a pivotal moment in his song writing development. He followed this discovery by listening exclusively to Dylan for 18 months! Neil's varied styles of songwriting are tied together by an undercurrent of melancholia and unflinching honesty in his lyrics. Other big influences have been other self producers, Elliott Smith, Mark Linkous and Mark Kozelek. Completely self produced in his home studio ' High on the Mountain Line' contains songs written and recorded since 2015. An earlier release 'Songs from the North' was a collection of songs written and recorded before 2013.

Neil Barraclough

Neil Barraclough

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Photographs courtesy of Jack Thompson


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"Barraclough delivers with songwriting, delivery, creativity and technical skill. Recommended."





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High on the Mountain Line

High on the Mountain Line is the first full album release from singer/songwriter Neil Barraclough. Entirely self produced in his home studio in Cheshire, UK. This album's diverse sounds reflect influences from throughout his life so far.


like wild horses

that radio song

LYRICS


"Somewhere out there in the darkness
Somewhere out in fields of green and blue
Somewhere out there on the radio waves
You'll be coming through"







astronauts

Somewhere out there in the darkness
Somewhere out in fields of green and blue
Somewhere out there on the radio waves
You'll be coming through

I wish I could see an ocean
Through all this hazy gloom
I wish my hand held a magic wand
I'd wave it at you

If you're out there in the wind and rain
If you're out there with no shoes
If you can't get through on the telephone
I'll say a prayer for you

I wish I could see an ocean
I'd sit and think of all the things that I'd do
Listen for the comfort of the breaking waves
Try to catch the sound of you

If we could see the earth from above
We'd see it's fragile too
We could be lonely astronauts
Delicately balanced and bruised

We're fragile too


that radio song

I was born in the north of England 1965
The Hollies were at number one, singing I'm alive
Elvis had freed their bodies, Dylan freed their minds
That music on the radio shaped my life

Radio was playing all day long
Radio was playing protest songs
Radio was playing....like a rolling stone

Like a rolling stone at twelve years old,
nothin else mattered at all
With paper round money to the record store,
music papers filling up my walls
Johnny's on the TV, Elvis died alone
In seventy-seven music became my home

But Radio was playing David Soul
Radio was playing Disco
Radio weren't playing...The Sex Pistols
Radio was playing "Daddy Cool"
Radio was playing "Moody Blue"
Radio weren't playing "No future, No future for you"

No future well that's how it seemed,
When I left school with no idea
Only youth opportunities
Was dreaming through my record sleeves
Radio in the corner playing - nothing I'd believe
Eight long years trapped in the mainstream

Radio was playing all day long
Radio was playing "The chicken song"
Radio was playing Jason Donovan
Radio was playing f**kin' Bros
Radio was playing New kids on the block
Radio was playing "I should be so lucky lucky lucky in love"

That radio doesn't play no more,
No force feeding on the factory floor
Those same sad songs I'd heard before
Have disappeared with that old rapport
Only sound I wanna hear, that guitar on the wall
No radio stations I'm trying to ignore

My Radio is playing "Seven Days"
Radio is playing "Things have Changed"
Radio is playing "Bigmouth strikes again"
Radio is playing "northern sky"
Radio is playing "pale blue eyes"
Radio is playing "the biggest lie"


satellites

You said you've made another plan
You're getting out while you can
You don't need a pilot anymore

You're saying it'll be alright
We'll keep in touch by satellites
I won't seek a silence like before

You're somewhere out of sight
With you're lights all shining bright
We're something you and I chose to ignore

I always thought
That love conquered all
But now I fear a storm
Behind your walls

You're always in another place
You're running tryin to catch your fate
I can't keep behind you anymore

You switch me off and on again
Until I pull my head out of the sand
And I can see the future like before

You're somewhere out of sight
Underneath that same moonlight
Where we caught each others eye
Some time ago

I always thought
That love conquered all
But now I fear a storm
Behind your walls

I was always taught
That love conquers all
But now I fear a storm
Behind your walls


devil's lullaby

(never gonna say what you're gonna do,
never gonna do what you're gonna say)

I thought I could take you for a ride
I was wrong I guess, you'll have to decide

Everything is green again this year
Everything is green again this year
Everything is green...........this year

(never gonna say what you're gonna do,
never gonna do what you're gonna say)

Saw you in the mirror, looking at my face
Now we're both in trouble with the night's embrace

Everything is green again this year
Everything is green again this year
Everything is dreams........this year

(never gonna say what you're gonna do,
never gonna do what you're gonna say)

The sun will rise before the tide
Takes away the shadows I've slept inside

The sun will rise before the tide
There's every chance I will survive
They're only dreams in disguise

It's the Devil's Lullaby


the light of love

If there's a part of me that's missing
It's a part of you I find, so divine
Got a heart full of forgiveness
I wish that were mine, all the time

When the scales shift over to one side
And all the hope I have is cruelly denied
You reset the balance.... in my mind

And you'll know where to find me tonight
I'll be counting up my lucky stars, wondering why
The road is often hidden from our eyes
It's the heart that leads us naked to the light

If there's a part of you that's missing
It's a part you left behind, I can't define
And I know your heart was broken
I've seen it in your eyes, many times

When the scales shift over to one side
The balance changes, people can be unkind
I can help you, with my Healing light

......the light of love

And you'll know where to find me tonight
I'll be counting up my lucky stars, in your smile
And I'll only have to be here for a while
Until I'm stepping from the shadows to the light

......the light of love

And you'll know where to find us tonight
Counting up our lucky stars, wondering why
We can more or less begin to deny
The chance to step from shadow to light


like wild horses

Out there on the mountain line
Where I'll forever ride
I think of you and how we tried
To build a bridge to be denied

And all my days
They run away like wild horses

Several years from today
I took my chances in your reign
But were there chances anyway?
Now the silence shall remain

And all my days
They run away like wild horses
Like wild horses

And all my days
They run away like wild horses

Out there on the mountain line
Where I'll forever ride
I think of truth and how we tried
To wake the sleeping dogs that lie

And all my days
They run away like wild horses
Like wild horses


cry crocodile

I should have waited around
To catch your falling crown
How could I be the one
To bait your smoking tongue?

Cry Crocodile

You couldn't let it slide
Held back by your swollen pride
How did I engineer
The sting of your guilty tears?

Cry Crocodile

Listen, I'm telling you nothin you can't believe
Listen, I'm asking what is it you're tryin to achieve?
Dismissing my pleas with your deeds designed to deceive
Your teeth are so sharp that you're causing my poor heart to bleed

Cry Crocodile

one way conversation

When you get tired
Of one-way conversation
When you get tired Of all those little things
You never even asked for
'Cause you've stolen everything

There's a vacancy
For you and me
There's a kind of mercy
Everybody knows
But I can't catch every falling leaf
As the rumours grow

And if the reason that you came to be
Is the very reason I'm afraid to leave
And every reason feels the same to me

Although these hands may tremble
This heart is gentle
And it sees through every word
In this one-way conversation
That's trying to be heard


mountain line

High above the houses
Across the mountain line
Speeding like a bullet
On the edge of time
No one ever sees him
No one knows He's there
He's dancing on his wings.....
Without a care

Did you ever notice
A beauty in the trees?
Their whispers in the morning
balanced on the breeze
it's as if nobody hears them
They just let it be
I sense in every moment
How close you are to me....

On your wings and free....

There's places that remind me
They hold me in your spell
When I look outside your window
I find it hard to dwell
In those stolen moments
They always seem to come
It's all there ever is
said and done...

Nowhere left to run....

High above the houses
Across the mountain line
Speeding like a bullet
On the edge of time
And no one ever sees him
But I know he's there
He's dancing on his wings...


patiens mortem

Seventeen years old learning a trade for gold
When I found out how to lie
Amongst the hammer blows in a basement cold
I listened as they tried
To convince themselves that from this hell
They surely would escape
But all the while I drily smiled
Consigned to my fate

Ian was old at thirty eight
That much I knew
And at the end of his working day
To a drinking hole he flew
He would go and his words would flow
But they'd never be the truth
It was all just whisky talk
He had nobody fooled

Seventeen years old learning a trade for gold
And Ian was there to teach
His face it glowed with cigarettes he rolled
A slight slur in his speech
He'd tell me of his glory days
And all his friends back home
I had no reason to disbelieve him
I was naive and young

Tender and green at seventeen
I met a girl who knew
How to play, the way the cards were laid
I didn't have a clue
What she took from me, you cannot view
Thru' careless lines an' tell tale signs
I've learned to see the truth

So if you're going to lie to me
That's your choice
If I don't see it in your eyes
I'll hear it in your voice
You can tell me all I want to hear
You can tell me 'til you cry
Go on tell me some more
About your slow suicide
Go on tell me some more
About your slow suicide




CONTACT


Cheshire UK
Phone: +44 7971082079
Email: neilbarraclough @ ymail.com