Fort

by Chris Harris

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This album is inspired by the work of Charles Hoy Fort (1874 - 1932), famed iconoclast, researcher into anomalous phenomena, and inspiration for the Fortean Times magazine, to which I have been a subscriber for over three decades.

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released April 1, 2018

Recorded Under The Bed

Dedicated to the Gang of Fort

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Chris Harris Bristol, UK

I've been making music since I was a kid, when my parents acquired an acoustic guitar from my cousin. Then I discovered synthesizers. And electric guitars. And the Chapman Stick. And this is where I've ended up...

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Track Name: I Want to Know
I walk the tightrope between darkness and the light
You know it keeps me on my toes
While, in the shadows, things are lurking out of sight
And what they are, nobody knows

I want to know

I seek encounters with the weird and the strange
I go in search of the arcane
For people living with their senses rearranged
Have we abandoned the mundane?

I want to know

Each revelation brings me closer to my goal
To find the fundamental truth
Excitement filling every fibre of my soul
Soon, I'll track down that final proof

I want to know

Yet all the evidence I've gathered in my quest
No more substantial than a wraith
On close examination, nothing passed the test
Should we just take this all on faith?

I want to know
Track Name: Witness
What if I told you the proof that you're looking for
is hidden right under your nose?
Folk will spin stories to gain themselves glory
But I'm not like any of those

I know you're thinking I'm not to be trusted
and buddy, I know how you feel
But this opportunity's a bona-fide hit
And I want to cut you in on the deal

I've got access to things you don't know of
'cause I have powerful friends
They're going to give you the story you're after
If the means justify the ends

I swear that what I'm telling you
is from the highest of sources
the highest of sources
You just have to pay my witnesses,
and it's all yours...

I'm not someone who needs to have money
to get what I want day to day
But if you're not willing to donate to my funds,
I'll find someone else who will pay

I swear that what I'm telling you
is from the highest of sources
the highest of sources
You just have to pay my witnesses,
and it's all yours...
Track Name: Seeker
Let me introduce myself; my name is Indrid Cold
I'm here to offer you advice, if I may be so bold
I'll open up your vision to the mysteries I hold
Regaling you with fables, and legends yet untold

You'll have to work this on your own
We'll only ever speak by phone

You'll see what's living at the edges of our lives
Beware the Deros - ancient evil still survives
Watch for the saucers that still navigate our skies
But mark your witnesses as those that peddle lies

Their promises worth less than dust
I am the only one to trust

I care not if you don't believe the things I say
You wouldn't understand what I am anyway
But if you're willing to let things fall as they may
Your great adventure can begin right here, today

Start by establishing the facts
You'll find your answers in the stacks...
Track Name: The Enigmatist
(instrumental)
Track Name: The Stacks
A photograph of bigfoot
A set of pristine sasquatch tracks
Accounts of hairy ape men
You're going to find them in the Stacks

This place is a goldmine
If you know what you're looking for
Hiding from the headlines
All that you need:
Concrete evidence, and more

A lock pick owned by Houdini
Parcels secured with sealing wax
A passkey into the future
You're going to find them in the Stacks

This place is a goldmine
If you know what you're looking for
Hiding from the headlines
All that you need:
Concrete evidence, and more

The case files of Agent Mulder
A totem to ward off troll attacks
and even a chupacabras
You're going to find them in the Stacks

This place is a goldmine
If you know what you're looking for
Hiding from the headlines
All that you need:
Concrete evidence, and more
Track Name: Mister Fort
Whilst I was walking round the town
I chanced upon a gentleman
You hold in some renown
And much to his and my surprise
He showed me wonders
'til the scales fell from my blinkered eyes

One measures circles
starting anywhere
The things that startle
he finds everywhere
He's Mister Fort

The New York Public Library
Became a treasure chest
When he showed it to me
He told such tales I'd never dreamed
Until I realised that
Nothing's as it seemed

(Chorus)

He doesn't trust the sky above
He thinks our liberty
We're undeserving of
He says our owners live above our heads
If we but knew it,
We'd lie quaking underneath our beds

(Chorus)
Track Name: Palomar
In the 1950s, flying saucers were the thing
And of all his fellow contactees, Adamski was the king
He'd written science fiction tales of journeys to the stars
But switched to selling photos of a ship that came from Mars
From the frozen rings of Saturn to a shack in Palomar
The story George came up with was his wildest one by far

Of all the people in the world, the aliens chose him -
forgive me, but his credibility seems rather thin.
He met them in the desert, just a few miles from LA
but where he said they'd come from sounds impossible today
From the molten hell of Venus to the slopes of Palomar
the people in the saucers made old George a superstar

Adamski met with royalty; he said he'd met the Pope
The message that he sold was one of fellowship and hope
But as his claims grew stranger, people finally saw the truth:
Evidence of something doesn't always count as proof
Photographs of saucers in the skies of Palomar
Or simple cardboard cutouts? I can guess which ones they are...
Track Name: Harmonic
Cold War at its coldest, tempers running high
Towers on the sea bed, saucers in the sky
Mystery on mystery, no one in the know
Line Harmonic 33 is lurking deep below...

Pilots swapping stories, sense of disbelief
Someone, somewhere surely knows about what lies beneath
Can you solve the puzzle of the bombs that don't explode?
Line Harmonic 33's exerting its control...

Yet another artefact that's wildly out of place
Do we share the oceans with an undiscovered race?
Remnants of Atlantis are hidden in plain sight
Line Harmonic 33 will bring them all to light...
Track Name: Deros
(instrumental)
Track Name: Minotaur
There
Exists a darkness
At the back of my mind
Where
I build mazes
To keep it confined

This mental labyrinth, constructed on my own
Each step I take inside leads further from the known
The monster's eaten all the breadcrumbs that I've sown
Can I escape a prison made of flesh and bone?

We
Have reached the moment
Where the truth is revealed
I'm
No longer certain
What is fiction or real
Track Name: Sasquatch
(instrumental)
Track Name: Who Put Bella In The Wych Elm?
A life in wartime
of sudden death
Where did this woman
draw her last breath?

Who put Bella in the Wych Elm?
Why did she have to die?
Somebody knew the answer
But they weren't saying why

An undercover agent
heading for a fall?
We couldn't understand
The writing on the wall

Music halls and teachers, and passions of the heart
Or spies and entertainers - I don't know where to start

All these decades later
the story's just the same
We don't know where she came from
We still don't know her name
Track Name: Confirmation Bias
The less that you consider it
the more you think it's true
Knowing that you're right
is just a thing that humans do

We like to think we're special
we like to think we're strong
The last thing we'll admit to
is the chance we might be wrong

Bias is more dangerous
in those of high renown
The more they're told they're incorrect
the more they double down

Arguments aren't rational
Confusing lies with truth
And nobody concedes a fault
confronted with the truth

Don't confuse a quest for truth
with something more unkind
You need to be prepared to be
prepared to change your mind
Track Name: Mass Hysteria
(instrumental)
Track Name: Preserve The Mystery
What's that knocking at the door?
Whose footsteps pace across the floor?
What face is hidden by that hood?
And who is lurking in the woods?
How did a mongoose learn to talk?
Do you believe the dead can walk?
Are you who you appear to be?
And are we really property?
What happens to us when we die?
And what's that strange light in the sky?
Where did my best pencil go?

The truth is, I don't want to know...

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