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The Black Flight

by Anders Parker

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1.
Don’t You Let Them Get You Down CGCGGD I’m heading for the action I’m looking for a fight I need my satisfaction Want to shoot out all their lights No matter what you do Don’t you let them get you down I’m pushing all the power I’m going all the way We’ve come upon the hour It’ll be my finest day No matter what you do Don’t you let them get you down I’ll try to hold them back Try to put them down I got them in my sights I’ll send them to the ground No matter what you do Don’t you let them get you down
2.
Killin' Man 04:08
Killin’ Man EADGBE I blow up bridges - everyday Man it’s easy - in every way It don’t take a long time - to figure it out What we are doing - what it’s all about I’m a killer baby I’m a killin’ man There were cold crows in a - metal flake sky It’s true villainy - or suicide Headlong to nowhere - oblivion Living and dying - is the only plan I’m a killer, babe I’m a killin’ man I’m a killer, baby I’m a killin’ man I’m 10 inches - of frozen snow Over 10 feet - of a lava flow Men are still sleeping - behind the line I’m flying circles - biding my time I’m a killer, babe I’m a killin’ man I’m a killer, babe I’m a killin’ man
3.
One Last and Lonely Night CGDFCE I watched you walking slow across the room The people parted in your path to watch you go And me the refugee You the magic high-heeled bon vivant Oh will you rescue me Will you save my life for just one night? One last and lonely night Ok I hunted you like a coyote I stood among the pines and waited patiently Empty roads and falling stars Could you find a way to ease me down Well I could rescue you I could save your life for just one night One last and lonely night No sad and long goodbyes tonight No tears that walk on down your face I will return I will return to you I was cracked and draggled then A stack of ragged lines You long legged, hair cascading beauty out of time And then we saved ourselves Then we made a world of all our own And soon we’ll live again Soon we’ll make it back to our sweet time One last and lonely night
4.
The Black Flight Tuning: DADFAD Have you heard the news Have you heard the jazz We’re heading out for war They shot him in the streets Oh and we - just - want to do our part Someone’s gotta pay and someone’s gotta make them pay Mother don’t you worry Father don’t you fret Your loving son is gonna go and Get his wings Be it death or glory It’ll be a grand old tale It’ll be a grand old story Early June ‘17 The sky was clear and blue The engines cough, smoke and churn Settle into queue I wonder what they’re doing now All the way back home I’ll see you soon I promise you I want to be returned Oh we climbed into the sky With our backs against the sun They’re coming straight for us We’re heading straight for them Oh we’re all here waiting And nothings really changing A man in black comes down the lane Walking slow but not stopping He’s coming home in a letter He’s coming home light as a feather They say it all has a meaning They say - there’s a cosmic reason They wrote his name’s upon a wall Across the ocean with them all And sure as winter time will come That list of names is never done Now I sing a song Of memories passed from son to son La la la la la la La la la la la la la la And as I carry you You will carry me
5.
A Way Back Home Tuning: EADGBE Well there’s a way back home If you’re looking for one Yeah there’s a way back from all this it’s easy as Just get to thinking That you’re already dead Now you’re living Beyond the confines of your head It’s really hard to spend your day Facing fear, treachery and slaughter Say goodbye to all the plans that you have made Say goodbye to all your promises Say goodbye to the face you’re looking at When you’re standing at your mirror Thinking of a way Well you can free yourself From all of your desires And you can be at peace Never bothered or hassled They say the living All one day must die But those philosophers Won’t look you in the eye As they watch you leave and think “Those poor bastards” Say goodbye to all the plans that you have made Say goodbye to all your promises Say goodbye to the face you’re looking at When you’re standing at your mirror Thinking of a way… back home
6.
Northern Girl Tuning: CGCFAC Oh what a laugh she had And her eyes were raven wild She cast a spell on me Would not let me be Staying up all night So if you see her by the riverside Remind her of who I used to be Not so long ago we used to dream we used to live to breathe Now I travel in the distance of her memory She was my northern girl And I her northern boy Remember those days Oh what a way she had Soft and sweet and long and slow She took her time you see And she moved easily Everything at once So now I see her by the riverside She watches the time roll by Not so long ago we used to dream we used to live to breathe Now I travel in the distance of her memory She was my northern girl And I her northern boy Remember those days
7.
Go Easy 05:44
Go Easy Tuning: CGDFCE No way to stop where you are going? No way to shut the world right out? “Sometimes you have to beat the devil Sometimes you have to hit right back” Go easy Go easy Can’t bare to think where you’ll be going Can’t bare to say the word farewell So go where you’re going to High up in the azure blue And when you’re done - way over yonder Come on back to where we started Brave, young, and beautiful Smart, strong, and dutiful Someone’s got to do the fighting And how many boys end up dying? Go easy, go easy, go easy, my heart Go easy, go easy, go easy, my heart Woke up in an awful state You were flying away I was falling down Down on the grass Down by our tree It’s just a bad bad dream But it won’t go away It’s just a bad bad dream But it won’t go away Woke up in an awful state I knew right then It didn’t feel right In the dream you smiled And then turned away It’s just a bad bad dream But it won’t go away It’s just a bad bad dream But it won’t go away, away ——- go away, away, go away No way to stop where you are going No way to shut the world right out
8.
Walking the Riverside DADGAD Oh there’s a dripping sun And my time’s not done I got stride Walking the riverside Old man out the way No time to sit and stay I got fight Shoot me up to the sky No more hanging round Hard times are coming down I’m on fire Walking the riverside Got plans, things to do Life’s made for me and you And I’m free Free as a bird you see Free as a bird that’s me
9.
Farewell Voyager Tuning: CGCGGD Farewell my voyager Farewell to you Farewell my voyager Fare thee well to you Gone away Gone away All the dreams that we once had Are now but dreams All the dreams that we once had Now all those dreams seem like dreams Gone away Gone away
10.
A Permanent Wave Tuning: DGDGBD I’m thinking of you and what you meant to me We’re all secrets I know books left to read I’m flying I’m flying I’m flying I can’t let it be Inspiration Fascination Real relations What you gave to me It’s a permanent wave that’s always moving A permanent wave that’s always rolling in I’m no saint and I’m no sinner Just between us I’m a free wheel man And my head is overflowing With the weight of dreams and visions I can’t move the mountain looming But I can climb Climb a thousand miles It’s a permanent wave It’s a permanent wave It’s a permanent wave It’s a permanent wave

about

"Don’t worry about me. They say that I have a charmed life.”
- Flight Lieutenant Leslie Hunter Parker, France, October 14, 1916


My great uncle Leslie Hunter Parker was a fighter pilot in World War I, the so called "Great War.”

Born December 8, 1895 in Leeds, Quebec, Canada, he was the second of four boys. By all accounts he was an intelligent and dynamic boy, for indeed he was a boy, as he joined the Canadian Over-Seas Expeditionary Force in the year 1915 at the age of 19. Leslie flew in the Royal Naval Air Service of Great Britain, as Canada did not have its own air force at the time. He was assigned to the 10th Squadron of the RNAS, flying in the legendary “Black Flight” — legendary for those interested in the somewhat esoteric subject of WW1 flying aces. He died in battle on June 14, 1917 in Belgium during a dogfight.

Family lore is that Leslie and his squadron went on patrol to the Front, and as they were returning they encountered an enemy squadron. Not having much fuel, they tried to get back to their lines instead of dogfighting. Leslie turned back to confront them and give his comrades a chance to escape, and was shot down. The after-action report dryly states that he “drove down enemy machine out of control," and "shot down an enemy machine in an engagement with four."

Leslie loomed large in my imagination as a child. To me, he was a mythic hero... A young man from the backwoods of Canada flying a primitive open cockpit airplane made of wood, wire, and canvas with a giant machine gun strapped to it, battling enemy aircraft in the skies over the trenches of Belgium and France. My youthful fascination was kindled by the fact that I grew up not far from the Rhinebeck Aerodrome in New York’s Hudson Valley, a place where every summer I would go with my father, Leslie’s namesake and nephew, to watch WWI era biplanes and triplanes take to the skies in mock battles. Eventually I got to fly in one of those biplanes and while it was thrilling, it also reinforced the fragility of the whole endeavor. These were simple machines that were difficult to fly, and many died just learning how to handle them.

My father was born 20 years after Leslie was killed in WW I. When my father passed away in 2001, a cousin gave a eulogy and contextualized the Parker family over the two decades before my father’s birth: One of Leslie’s brothers had died as a child, and then Leslie was killed in the war. Not long after, Leslie’s mother died in the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918, though it is said she really died of a broken heart. My great-grandfather eventually remarried and my grandfather, the baby of the four boys, did not get along with his step-mother. This led to a somewhat feral young life, living with relatives and attending boarding schools to avoid his step-mother. It was a family living with the trauma and the legacy of their losses.

It is difficult to fathom the scope of mayhem and death that the human race has wrought on each other throughout millennia. Looking back, one often asks, "For what?" I hope that humanity someday finds a way to free itself from the seemingly endless impulse to kill each other. But the stories, like that of my great-uncle, hold great power and gravity. His is just one of an infinite number throughout history... tragic and audacious, mundane and legendary. The death, grief, pain, extremes, and heroics that people experience during war cascades down through generations, and is a thing to be reckoned with.

Over the years I have written songs about my great uncle but they never
previously satisfied. A while back I had the idea of trying to tell his story from different perspectives: his own, his girlfriend (Bertha Bain... what a name!), his parents, fellow flyers, and finally, me — and the music flowed. These songs are ones of daring, braggadocio, fear, longing, lust, memory, action, insouciance, terror, heartbreak, inspiration, and legacy.

It seemed fitting to do these songs starkly, the way that I wrote them. One day in late July of 2022, I played the songs through a number of times while Eric Heigle recorded the takes. I played each song 3 or 4 times. We chose the best takes and that’s what you have here: a document and a tribute.

Anders Parker
March 2023
New Orleans, Louisiana

In memory of Flight Lieutenant Leslie Hunter Parker (December 8, 1895 - June 14, 1917),
and my father, John Leslie Hutchison Parker (November 6, 1937 - August 21, 2001).

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released August 11, 2023

All songs written by Anders Parker
2023 No Disciple Music (BMI)

Recorded and mixed by Eric Heigle at Wixmix Productions, New Orleans, Louisiana. Recorded July 30, 2022.
Mixed September 24, 2022, and March 2, 2023.

Mastered by Joe Lambert

Emotional support animal/opinionated couch rat: Kendall Meade

Design by Anders Parker and Casey Burns

Cover painting: Flower of Death – The Bursting of a Heavy Shell – Not as It Looks, but as It Feels and Sounds and Smells, ca. 1919 by Claggett Wilson

Thanks to Eric. Thanks to Kendall. Thanks to Jay Farrar, Rebecca Young, Kris Delmhorst, Matt Brown, Jud Ehrbar, John Parker, and Rick Lange for early listening and feedback. Thanks to Claggett Wilson Read, grandson of Claggett Wilson for his blessing in use of the cover art. Thanks to Jenne Scherer and Jud for editorial guidance. Thanks to Casey for his passion and enthusiasm for the project. Thanks to my cousin Andrew Kuntz for sharing documents, pictures, and family lore with me. It was his eulogy at my father’s funeral that changed my perspective on my father’s family and what the legend and legacy of Leslie Hunter Parker meant.

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