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SCalme Beautiful, beautiful record. It was worth the waiting!
Damian Ainscough
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Damian Ainscough We were blown away by James's Chewing the Fat (album and gig) and Teyr's debut album Far From The Tree, so this was much awaited. And it exceeds expectation; like an outstanding cheese or beer, they've perfectly matured. Unmistakably 'Teyr', Estren is another superb record that enhances your life. And we all need some of that. If you've got this far, hesitate not - every penny will be worth it.
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epacker This is so great - from the orchestrations to the amazing mix of friends involved. I love that there's music from all the bands musical roots as well - it's really lovely to hear some Cornish music!

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Estren 04:27
I’m a stranger in this country, since westward I came, There’s no one here that knows me, nor can tell my name. I’m a stranger in this country, and I’ll tarry here a while, And then I’ll travel homewards, over many’s a long mile. Some said that I was lawless, and some called me wild, Some said that I was lawless, and many hearts beguiled. There’s but one true image I will carry over the sea, And I'll trust in this image ’til this land returns to me. Oh the moon shall set in darkness, and the stars shall give no light; If ever I prove deceitful to my own hearts’ delight. In the middle of the ocean there shall spring a myrtle tree, If we ever break the shackles and rise from the sea. Are we strangers in this country that we once called home? Where we can live and share once more the right to roam. Keep an eye to the horizon, and keep the fight within, Keep your eye to the vision as the wind rushes in. Estren of-vy y'n pow-ma, | I’m a stranger in this country, Ny'm aswon den vyth yn-ta | There’s no one here that knows me Our ship is well rigged, she’s ready to sail; May the heavens protect her with a sweet pleasant gail, And it’s when we have landed we’ll dance and we shall sing, In a plentiful country set the valleys to ring.
Threshold 07:40
Gone is the traveller, Where has his soul gone? Like the wind on the hills; Now the soft grass it dances no more. “A storm came”, said he, “and it took me away”, To a land he cannot see clear. He sits now with the thoughts he holds dear, Wondering where to go. Cold are the hours, At first light in summers’ hue. And the frost melts with no haste, Nor, for him, the cycles resume. For the bleakest night and the hardest rain, He yearns for these too; For any moment passing, Would bring on a spring anew. He waltzed with Father Time. He played with Madame Sin. And the fall coming to him quickened, As the dark tides they crept in. But no one could see, he pushed them away, And the young man held his head high. But the spell hung on him still, Waiting and biding its time.
La Bestia 07:20
Ditlhapi di a sesa Thswara mo tshwara mo Ka Matsogo a lerato - The fish flow through the sea and there lies our sustenance Catch here catch there With a humble hand
The Drummer 05:24
I was brought up in hardship and when I was sixteen, I ran away from home, me girls, and a soldier I became, With a fine cap and feathers, likewise a rattlin’ drum, I learned myself to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum. Many years the pranks that I saw among the French, And boldly did I fight the boys although I’m but a wench, And buttoning up my trousers, how often did I smile; To think I lay with a thousand men and a maiden all the while. With a fine cap ‘n feathers, likewise a rattling drum, I learned myself to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum. With a gentle waist so slender, my fingers long and small, I can play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum the best of them all. Well no one found my secret out until this very hour, ‘Cause they sent me up to London to be sentry at the tower. A lady fell in love with me, and I told her I was a maid, And she went unto my officer and my secret she betrayed. He unbuttoned my red tunic and saw that it was true, “It’s a shame,” he said, “to lose a clever drummer boy like you.” So now I must return to me ma and da at home, And along with my dear comrades no longer shall we roam. But if not now then when my girls, we will not stay at home, And along with our dear comrades there will come a day we roam. And when that day arrives my girls, the drum will sound once more: For you, and me, and one and all - we’ll put an end to war.
Wake up sleepy head You’re still in bed The house is falling down Wake up sleepy head You’re in somebody’s bed Waiting to be found The ceiling’s caving in The walls are paper thin You’re all on your own And you’re hurt to the bone And when the penny dropped I forget what I forgot And when my time is up You can have the lot Flower of the sun The leaves are on the turn Nothing moves on winters watch, Spring shakes its head then stops Time comes and goes But love can always grow Rest easy now These chains are gone Rest easy now These chains are gone Wake up sleepy head You’re out of your weathered bed And this house is falling down
Kuusilta 06:44
An Tros 05:41
Ha my ow mos, ha my ow mos Ha my ow mos y’n goonlas My a glewas, a glewas An tros, a’ tros, a’ tros A’n puskes munys mes my a drovyas Unn pysk bras naw y lostow Y’n goonlas y’n goonlas Oll an bobel yn Porth ia ha Marghasyow I na’or dh’y gensynsi Ha my ow mos, ha my ow mos My a glewas an son A’n skathow ow koska mes my a drovyas Kolon a’n mor, lost frangow Dhe’n hevva Oll an bobel yn Porth Enys ha Lulyn I na’or dh’y gensynsi Ha my ow mos, ha my ow mos Ha my ow mos y’n goonlas An tros, a’ tros, a’ tros... - As I went out, as I went out, As I went out on the blue-green downs I heard, I heard The noise, the noise, the noise Of small fishes but I found A big fish with nine tails On the blue-green downs All the people in Saint Ives and Marazion Could not seize hold of it As I went out, as I went out I heard the sound Of sleeping boats but I found Heart of the ocean, sharks tail To the Heva All the people in Mousehole and Newlyn Could not seize hold of it As I went out, as I went out, As I went out on the blue-green downs The noise, the noise, the noise...


Cornish num / f “three”
(tɛɪr / tay-er)

Dominic Henderson
Tommie Black-Roff
James Patrick Gavin

Estren is a Cornish word that translates as ‘stranger’.

Movement defines the human experience: we are moved when we feel our emotions, we join a movement when we want to enact change. It can signify action, evolution, development, exercise, flow, migration - both an undertaking and wandering.

This is a continuation of Far from the Tree; our journey further downstream from the roots and traditions from which we came. Our music here honours the importance of movement in our lives: the movement within spaces, between spaces, and the unsuppressed movement within our own hearts and minds.


released April 30, 2021

Produced by TEYR and Ian Stephenson
Recorded and mixed by Ian Stephenson at The Coquetdale Music Trust
Mastered by Morten Bue
Tracks 5 & 9 recorded by Alastair Caplin at Heath Street Baptist Church
Additional recording by Brendan McGreal at Cornish Underground on Track 3

Banner artwork by Billy Wynter
B&W & front cover photography by Karina Stevens
Inside cover photography by Vicki Churchill
Album design by Héloïse Motte

Dominic Henderson - uilleann pipes, low whistle, voice, percussion
Tommie Black-Roff - accordion, voice, piano, wurlitzer, harmonium
James Patrick Gavin - acoustic & electric guitars, violin, viola, voice

Guest Artists
We would like to show our love and gratitude to our talented friends and guest artists. In no particular order: Nina Harries double bass (tracks 5,9), Holly Harman violin (5,9), Abel Selaocoe cello, vocals (6,10), Hilary Coleman clarinet, bass clarinet, backing vocals (3), Alastair Caplin violin (6), Tad Sargent bodhrán (7), Flora Curzon violin (5,9), Ruth Corey vocals, synth (3,5,7,8,11), Sid Goldsmith vocals, concertina, Amy-Jane Fisher viola (5,9). Finally a special credit to our producer-cum-maestro: Ian Stephenson bass, electric guitar, percussion (7, 10).


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Folk trio TEYR evolved out of London’s thriving session scene, combining bothy ballads, focsle shanties, folk tunes and Irish poetry. Their unique blend of voices and instruments draws links between the many sounds of the Celtic and British isles.

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