Dear Stella, my dear sister, when this letter reaches you,
I fear that I may not be here to see you again;
For in my heart I know I am not long for this world,
My lungs and chest are shot with so much pain.
Do you think I’ve been a good man? Have I deserved the life I’ve had?
And when my footprints fade will there be any more to add? For my mind is on reflection, as I feel life slip away;
It’s been one hell of a journey with new adventures every day.
I was named Mustapha by the mother who bore me;
I was my proud father’s little warrior, a Berber Sheik to be;
Looking fierce in full warpaint, two years old from the sands of Sudan,
I watched the Jibbah’s magic fail as my countrymen’s blood ran.
In the shadow of the nuggar, I raised my invisible gun,
To shoot the Madhi’s enemies in the haze of the Egyptian sun;
But their magic proved far stronger than ours, for none of my bullets struck,
As their leader looked kindly down on me, as my whole body shook.
And he said, “Smile, curly-haired boy, smile;
You’re coming with us to the Banks of the Wear,
All the way from the Banks of the Nile”.
And like a whirling Dervish, my life turned inside out,
As I leapt trusting into his outstretched arms, in spite of every fear and doubt,
While he said “Smile, curly-haired boy, smile”.
I became a sergeants’ boy and it was plain to see,
That I now had many fathers to love and care for me;
They gave me milk, they fed me well, like any good father would,
And they taught me of their world and ways, like any good father should.
But they cried, “Dance, little sweet boy, dance”;
So I danced like their pet and I played the fool,
Whenever they gave me the chance.
And like a whirling Dervish, I took off in a trance,
And danced all the way to Mandalay, with never a backward glance,
As they cried, “Dance, little sweet boy, dance”.
As the years and lands rolled by, they put a bugle in my hands,
And with the blessing of the mighty Empress Queen of all their lands,
I became their first black regular, Number 6758,
And James Francis Durham, DLI Bandsman stood up straight.
As they said, “Play, lovely bugle boy, play”;
And so I played my heart out because I knew no other way.
I put every single laugh and tear I’d shed into every note I played,
As I felt the magic in the coat in which I was now arrayed,
As they said, “Play, lovely bugle boy, play”.
I came at last to England, an educated full-grown man,
Where I found love and embraced it, in the best way any young lover can;
With my clarinet and violin, I graced many a concert hall,
And I played a tune for the many paths on which Destiny’s seeds might fall.
And I thought, smile, Jimmy Durham, smile;
It’s been a long road to the Banks of the Wear,
All the way from the Banks of the Nile.
But now this cold wet weather
Has become the death of me,
Though I know my story will live on,
Through the child I’ll never see.
So farewell, my dear sister, I can no longer write,
And the world at last is fading, as I head towards the light.
Well it’s been one hell of a journey, please do not feel sad;
But do you think I’ve been a good man? Did I earn the life I’ve had?
from DLI EP,
released August 5, 2019
Gary Miller - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion
Iain Petrie - Piano, Keyboards, Electric Guitars, Bass, Drums, Percussion, String & Brass Arrangement
Mick Tyas - Backing Vocals
Jake Lucas - Congas
The Lick Spittals - Horns
The Albert Ness Ensemble - Strings
Gary Miller first rose to international prominence with folk-punk/rock pioneers The Whisky Priests (1985-2002), founded with
his twin brother Glenn - “the Joe Strummer and Mick Jones of Folk Music". He now performs as a solo artist and with his new band 'Gary Miller's Big Picture' whose debut album is coming soon....more
Internationally acclaimed live double album by Mad Martins singer/songwriter Gary Miller's original band The Whisky Priests recorded at Markthalle, Hamburg on New Years Eve 1992. 23 glorious tracks! Gary Miller
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Final Letter of Jimmy Durham”
What a tribute, I haven’t the words to say how this group have been the soundtrack to my life, through good and bad.
Anything that helps is the least I can do, missed dearly. Joe Zux
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