Category Archives: Milestone – 11th Hour – 2006

In 2006, the 11th Hour released their first full-length recording, a round-up of their best songs since 1999. Recorded live at Paul’s home studio, this album showcased the playing and writing of the 11th Hour at their very best!

Don’t Throw Your Love Away – Part 2

© Paul Jackson 1995

How could you throw away something so cheaply?
I’m standing here and the tears are neatly
Falling away, falling away
You threw your love away, you threw your love away

Talked ‘til I was blue, but you didn’t listen
You’re picking up the pieces, ‘cos you had to kiss him
Melting away, melting away
You threw your love away, you threw your love away

(Bass solo)

You don’t know the hurt that I’ve been hiding
I’m willing to forgive, but I don’t take it lightly
Hurting today
You threw your love away, you threw your love away

There’s choices to be made, can’t you see my position
I’m hanging on the line, I await your decesion
Fading away, fading away
You threw your love away, you threw your love away

(Guitar solo to fade out)

Reap What You Sow

© Steve Gascoyne

Chorus:

You reap what you sow
Yes, you reap what you sow
And don’t you think that you can get away
Your first blood has been spilt
It’s crying out this nation’s guilt
It’s about time somebody let you know
You can hide it with lies
You can remove it from your eyes
But you’re still going to reap what you sow

In China, they murder an infant
Just because this little baby was a girl
But now see what becomes
When they try to marry off their sons
You’re going to reap what you sow!

In Brazil they have found a new solution
To combat the problem of rising crime
They send out thugs with guns
To go and murder little ones
I tell you, they’re going to reap what they sow

You reap what you sow
Yes, you reap what you sow
And don’t you think that maybe you can get away
Your first blood has been spilt
It’s crying out this nation’s guilt
It’s about time somebody let you know
You can hide it with lies
You can remove it from your eyes
But you’re still going to reap what you sow

This ain’t happening in some distant nation
The blood is flowing down England’s streets
You ain’t got to look further
Than your own son and daughter
I tell you, we’re going to reap what we sow!

Fathers abandon un-named children
And a baby is no longer safe in its mother’s womb
As innocence is murdered
So our freedom can be furthered
Oh! We’re going to reap what we sow!

You see, something must change
Something needs to be said
Now that over four million lie dead
And nobody remembers
There’s no cross to mark their grave
These martyrs pro-choice
For the freedom they gave
And I want to shout ‘Murder!’
And don’t believe the lie
For us to have safe sex
These children must die!

Steve G: “This song addresses a certain smugeness that these things could not happen in the UK. We think about the Germans that tried to pretend that the death camp outside their town was not there.

“People say, “Not here, not on my watch”

People say, “Not here, not on my watch”, but it has happened, and continues to do so. A genocide. Six million murdered babies. By murdered I mean would still be alive to day if nobody had stepped in to stop them being born. They were alive – and someone stopped their life.”

Don’t Throw Your Love Away – Part 1

© Paul Jackson 1995

How could you throw away something so cheaply?
I’m standing here and the tears are neatly
Falling away, falling away
You threw your love away, you threw your love away

Talked ‘til I was blue, but you didn’t listen
You’re picking up the pieces, ‘cos you had to kiss him
Melting away
You threw your love away
Don’t throw, your love away
Don’t throw your love away!

You don’t know the hurt that I’ve been hiding
I’m willing to forgive, but I don’t take it lightly
Hurting today
You threw your love away

There’s choices to be made, can’t you see my position
I’m hanging on the line, I await your decesion
Fading away
You threw your love away
Don’t throw, your love away
Don’t throw your love away!

Middle 8:
If I ever get the chance
I could make a fine romance with you
If you ever needed me
Think of all the things that we could do…Oooohh!

How could you throw away something so cheaply?
I’m standing here and the tears are neatly
Falling away, falling away
You threw your love away, you threw your love away

Final chorus:
You threw your love away x4
Don’t throw, your love, away……….you threw your love away, oh yeah!

Lonely Road

© 1999 Steve Gascoyne

You come home late, it’s Friday night
Go to bed, no, that doesn’t seem right
You’ve had some drink, but you still want more
Stay up and watch a film you’ve never heard of before

Chorus:

You’re going down, down, down, down, down, down, down that lonely road
(x2)

It’s been so long since you felt a touch
You’ve had some dreams – now you don’t want much
You used to think of a family
But now you say “That’s not for me!”

Chorus: (and into….)

So far gone, you can’t turn round…
You’ve just got to keep on heading down…

Open up your heart, open up your heart (x2)
And dream the dreams you used to dream
And don’t think anything good could ever happen to you
Your life could change so quick that you don’t know what to do

Verse 3:
Seven years later I’ve come to say
I left the broad road for the narrow way
Jesus said it’s not an easy ride
But He gives me a joy I just can’t hide…

I’m going to praise, praise, praise, praise, praise, praise, praise the Name of the Lord!

My Inspiration

© 1999 Paul Jackson

If I stop to consider, the length of a year
A year ago seems like yesterday
But last week’s not so clear

I woke up this morning, as tired as a year ago
I drag myself through another day
Am I knocking on heaven’s door?

You don’t have to make time, for the cares of the world
If its prince had his way
No prayers would ever be heard

Chorus:

But every week I have this inspiration
I see your plan before me
I see your plan unfolding
You’ve given me the strength to carry on
You’re my inspiration
You’ve given me the strength to carry on
You’re my inspiration

See a man with a mission, see a man called Paul
Can anybody give more
When they give their life to the Lord?

I could talk about my failings, but I’m set free to serve
If I let you down a thousand times
I am sure to be restored

Chorus

Middle 8:
(Guitar Solo)
Give Him six days to make the world
Give Him three days to change the course of history
Give me a week and I’ll use it well
Because Thou art with me

 

PJ: “I distinctly remember sitting on my bed at Tyrell Close in October or November 1999 with an acoustic guitar. I was whacking out this riff, quite simple really, and coming up with this unusual shuffling rhythm. The words tumbled out as a God-given gift (I hope) and I thought it was a great song. Written very quickly, possibly in one sitting. I like it because it is obscure enough to be an Eleventh Hour song rather than a church song, but the meaning is still very clear: God, Lord, you are the centre of my very being, all that I have and all I want to be. You’re my inspiration!

The first verse sums up my preoccupation with the passing of time. It’s always been with me. From my earliest years, I was always thinking back a day, a week, a month and a year and pondering all the things that had happened in between. Why DO some things remain so clear and the mundane aspects of life disappear into a blur? Answers on a postcard to the usual address….

I seem to have sung the chorus hundreds of times! (In fact I reckon this must be the most performed song out of everything I’ve written.) It’s all about Sunday, actually. I find it such a refreshing day and, by God’s grace, a day of looking forward, planning where life may go next, and generally enjoying life. Even when I wasn’t a Christian it was a hopeful day, a day when life’s challengings looked a little closer to being sorted out. For the Christian it should be an exciting day when we realise we’re another week nearer heaven and a time to be refreshed by God’s strength. I pity people who use it as extra time for getting down to Tesco and Homebase….there’s so much more that God wants for us!”

PJ on ‘First’ version: “From the opening bars, it is clear that Andy is adding something very special to the music. The keyboards bring lightness and pace to a home recording situation that has often been characterised by disappointment.

The 11th Hour had always been impressive and powerful on stage but, at this point in time, no-one had never really captured that excitement in the studio environment.

One of the amazing things about the ‘First’ EP is the fact that all the drums were programmed on a Yamaha SW1000XG soundcard. (Quite where Jez was for these sessions, no-one seems to know!) Although never as good as real drums, the Yamaha lays down a solid beat for us to play against without being too wooden.

This version of My Inspiration is a definite improvement on the Calling Earth version in 2000 which was rather flat. There is a new punch to the sound. Andy’s keyboards bring a rounded multi-dimensional sound to the proceedings.

Does the voice helping out on the chorus sound familiar? Thanks, Russell!”

Pushin’

© 1995 Russell Dyer

Pushing, there’s always someone pushing
Shoving, there’s always someone shoving
Hassling, shoving, pushing

Well I don’t want it, I can’t take it
I don’t need it, but I sure feel it
Pushing, shoving and hassling

It’s gonna break me, infuriate me
And depress me and oppress me
And I can’t take no more

(12 bar solo)

You got me sighing, and I’m crying
You got me lying, feel like dying
And I can’t take no more

But wait a minute, I haven’t finished
The war ain’t over, ‘till I win it
Yeh, yeh, yeh

(36 bar solo)

(Repeat first verse to finish)

Don’t Make It Right

© Steve Gascoyne

I was walking around, going nowhere, just the other day
But that did not stop someone from telling me
I was going the wrong way
This one’s trying to tell me how to live my life
When he was still hung-up trying to be streetwise
I’ve watched them drink together like men
Turn and fight each other like dogs
And in the morning
Get up, go to work, and they’re nobody

These were circles that I tried to leave behind me long ago
But people criticise me when I’m trying to let go
They told me that the reason this country’s in the state it’s in
Is because of all the blacks and the immigrants trying to get in
Now you can blame a race, you can even blame God
But a lie never brought no good to nobody

You see, there are a lot of lies going about today
And people want to believe a lie rather than to face the truth
That’s because it’s easier to believe a lie than to face the truth
But just because it’s easier….

Don’t make it right

(Ad lib to fade)

Marred [2005 version]

PJ: I seem to remember Steve coming to me with a song called ‘The Rebel’ which had a similar tune to the verses above: ‘You walk into town with a gun in your hand, six foot six, what a man’ – that sort of thing. Catchy. At the some time, mid to late 1999, I had been composing a song about people moving on from the past and unhappy memories. I called it Marred, after the first two lines of the first verse. I can’t for the life of me remember why I changed it to a song about Northern Ireland. I had been thinking about that situation a lot since the previous year’s Good Friday Agreement, mainly from a Unionist perspective, and I was determined to mark the past but attempt to celebrate the future. That meant reminding everyone of the horror of terrorism, but the importance of moving on. In fact, this is exactly what did happen as Ian Paisley took a leap into the unknown with Sinn Fein last year.

The chorus is about moving on from the past with the hope of heaven in the heart. One day, for those that believe (and many in Ulster do) this mad world of pain and broken relationships won’t be here and we will live in the perfection that Christ has won for us. The person in the chorus is one such believer in the Province who is trying to gain the heavenly perspective while under pressure from violence. This believer isn’t going to give in to it, but he will only resist by standing firm in the Truth that has set him free. Unlike some who may profess faith but confuse it with politics, he’s not going to resort to tit for tat, but will look to God for the victory.

There were slight changes between the 2000 and 2005 versions. Steve was always unhappy with the line about ‘crimes of the state’ and, with hindsight, I was too. The original line was really saying, ‘If a few people get shot dead by the security forces while carrying out a terrorist attack, then that’s the price you pay.’ What I really meant was that if the opposition calls that a war crime, or whatever, then that’s just a nonsense when we think about the potential loss of civilian life. However, if a democratic state is bending its own rules to do these things, then that’s on injustice, so I felt it wasn’t right to suggest this. The replacement line (key…armoury…knife) was about arms decommissioning. A terrorist group might put their weapons out of use, but it takes more than that to remove the propensity to violence from some of the followers of these organisations.

The other change clarifies the nature of the person in the middle 8 – ‘Billy’. He is, and always was, a loyalist carrying out his assassination mission while away from his day job. I think that in terms of pointing the finger, two verses devoted to IRA atrocities and one to the loyolists pretty much sums up how I see the situation. Thankfully, this brutality has now stopped and I hope and pray that it will never return.

Finally, the Son of God said that ‘whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life’. This means that anyone, absolutely ANYONE, can come to Him for forgiveness. We all need it, and it is freely offered to everyone. Just because someone was in the IRA or the UDA doesn’t mean they can’t be forgiven. The emphatic answer to the first line of the song is ‘NO!’ – because of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the Cross.