1. |
Merge
07:23
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Merge
There’s a dark pool in her soul that hides behind the light
She wants to merge with me
Cut off from her emotions working through the night
Solving her mysteries
Tell her your crime she’ll absolve your sin
She’ll fuck you and she’ll leave you my flawed heroine
Oooh She wants to merge with me
Through twists and turns of the maze of crime
She wants to merge with me
Sleepless and broken now we’ve crossed the line
She’s possessing me
Tell me what you’ve done before its too late
With a heart like Clint Eastwood no patience to wait
Oooh She wants to merge with me
It’s her that’s obsessively making me write
I’m in love with this shadow
I can no longer fight
My head is throbbing and my visions blurred
She’s dying for affection and a loving word
She’s wants to merge with me
Oooh She wants to merge with me
She’s acting, I’m writing but who’s in control?
She wants to merge with me
Our boundaries are lost now but these moments are gold
She’s possessing me
I don’t know who’s real now I don’t even care
Her breath's on my neck
And my hands in her hair
Oh I don’t want to kill you
But how will this end?
You have the gun love
But I have the pen
Oooh She wants to merge with me
She wants to murder me
© Sarah P 2014
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2. |
In Your Eyes
05:44
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Deep In Your Eyes
Babe you got something and its making me lose control
I’m really nothing special but anyway I thought you should know
Girl what have you done?
You’ve got me pacing round the kitchen like some caged cat
Girl what have you done?
I don’t know where my brains are at
Deep in your eyes into love into lust
Babe you’ve done something and it’s making me lose control
And I’m really nothing special but anyway I thought you should know
What did you put in my drink last night
When I went out to make that call
After that I didn’t feel right
Lost to the world I could feel myself fall
Deep in your eyes into love into lust
Girl what have you done I was living happily quiet like a hermit
Now you’ve come along but girl are you worth it?
I’ve totally lost control of all reason I’m not eating or sleeping
My only desire is for you
Your lips your hands your flesh your ahhhhhhhh
Deep in your eyes into love into lust
© SarahP 2014
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3. |
Fallen
04:45
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Fallen
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen I’ve fallen
Sky take me back, I do not belong
Down here said the child
Like a stone
Sky take me home
I’m lonely here
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen I’ve fallen
Sky take me back, I have fallen down
from your arms said the child
To this world
Sky take me home I have fallen down
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen I’ve fallen
Why do these angels have sad eyes?
Where is my wolf, my butterflies?
Bring me home
Don’t like it here, please come take me
Out of this place I’ll be dancing free
In my home
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen I’ve fallen
Oh I’ve fallen
Fallen
© SarahP 2014
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4. |
Billy's Vision Quest
07:35
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Billy’s vision quest
Billy was an empath, his brain was wired a little differently to most.
Billy was a sensitive boy he communicated easily with ghosts
Billy came to life in nature but the city was quite a drain
The vortex of digital electric stimulation was
Pulsing like a rave in his brain
Check my email look at the web
What does my phone say, what does my phone say?
Got five new texts, now where’s my game?
I got a hundred thousand facebook friends
Try to follow them all on their twitter feed
And to balance it out he’s smoking skunk weed.
Billy started painting a massive canvas on the floor
Mountains and meadows came to life with his strokes
And in the centre he painted a door
He waited until midnight then cast the runes for a symbol to draw
He chanted the chant he’d been given at seven
Then he knocked three times on the door
As if by magic it opened and there she stood like Kwan Yin
Holding a bunch of herbs and flowers
And with soft eyes smiling at him
She said Welcome home Billy I’m your spiritual midwife
I’m so pleased to see you again in this life
Now come on in boy, take off your shoes
We’ll soon find a way to get rid of those blues
A little re wiring perhaps, maybe a new fuse
And Billy said Hey there spiritual midwife
Take me to the clouty tree and bathe me in the well of life
Lay me on the Sarson stones I need to sense my feeling tones
Put your hands on my head and chest
Please take me on my vision quest!
Young Billy your right of passage time has come
Now lie down here give me the knife and the gun
Oh little Billy there’s a hole in your heart
But your spirit is strong and it shines through the art
Now drink this tea of herbs, flowers and barks
And a crystal elixir to see in the dark
It’ll nourish your root, find the shoot of your disease
And don't forget these mushrooms and leaves.
Ok Billy lets go to download mode and let the story unfold
In your head on the bed through your electromagnetic web
There’ll be minute explosions of interior sound tones
Chains of influence, interweaving chromosomes
Let your emotions liberate your neurones
I’ll be right here beside you gently holding your bones
And Billy said - Hey there spiritual midwife
Take me to the clouty tree bathe me in the well of life
Lay me on the Sarsen stones I need to sense my feeling tones
Put your hands on my head and chest
Take me on my vision quest!
Billiy’s vision took him to the Tzang mountains
Where he saw the Daoist priestess Kwan Yin floating
Above a meadow of the purest herbs
Around her head a crown of golden humming birds
She took little Billy by the hand to the beech trees
Roots cascading to the sea of possibilities
Billy you're all fire and wood
Now you’ll need to move your body, move your qi to feel good.
Hold my hands Billy the earths gonna rumble and quake
Together they fell through the clouty tree to the jade purity lake
Past the book of changes the six pipes and bells
Billy heard a song as he woke up by the Madron well
It said Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me, sing
Sing me your song its your medicine dreaming
Dance me the rhythms your hear in your bones
Now can you sense your deep feeling tones.
And Billy said - Hey there spiritual midwife
Take me to the clouty tree bathe me in the well of life
Lay me on the Sarsen stones I need to sense my feeling tones
Put your hands on my head and chest
Take me on my vision quest!
“Ok Billy you’ll be alright now boy”
“Thank you spiritual midwife”
“That's ok Billy, just stay away from the skunk weed Billy”
“Ok Spiritual midwife”
“Bye Billy”
“Bye spiritual midwife, see you in another seven years”
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5. |
Raw
05:16
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RAW
Anna don’t let them change you
Cos there’s no one here to protect you now your Daddy’s gone
Anna don’t let them hold you
Cos there’s no one here to contain you now your Daddy’s gone
Oh you know its coming, you can feel its in the air
Yeah the women they are gathering, while the men stop and stare
RAW, RAW, we’re RAW won’t be used as a weapon of war
They're RAW won’t be raped, cut, left dead on the floor
They’re RAW won’t be silenced and told how to dress
They’re RAW this time Daddy you don’t know what’s best
They’re RAW
Anna don’t let them take you
Cos there’s no one here to stop you now your Daddy’s gone
Anna don’t let them trick you
Oh there’s no one hear to beat you now your Daddy’s gone
Oh the patriarch is falling so it’s tightening its grip
The women of the world are standing now, beyond the fear of it
Cos they're Raw they’re RAW won’t be used as a weapon of war
They’re RAW won’t be raped, cut, left dead on the floor
They’re RAW won’t be silenced and told how to dress
They’re RAW this time Daddy you don’t know what’s best
They’re RAW
Oh you know its coming, you can feel it in the air
Yeah the women they are gathering, and the men they stop and stare
Oh the patriarch is falling so it’s tightening its grip
The women and the children are standing now beyond the fear of it
Cos they're raw, they’re RAW won’t be used as a weapon of war
They’re RAW won’t be raped, cut, left dead on the floor
They’re RAW won’t be silenced and told how to dress
They’re RAW this time Daddy you don’t know what’s best
© SarahP 2014
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6. |
Sixty in Paris
06:55
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Sixty in Paris
Sitting in a bar in the heart of the Marais
Drinking Sancerre and Café au Lait.
Watching chic petit ladies and tres jolie gay boys
All doing their thing.
The bells of Notre dame rang ding dong ding dong ding dong ding
Happy Birthday Lady! Welcome to Paris
You’re 60 today, this how you thought it would be?
Your sixty in Paris, you’re free
Now, Thirty years ago to this day
She emigrated to the USA
A terrible mistake, her Mother would say.
It was predicted by the post mistress Vano in the Tarot.
Born in Bangor, brought up in a Milltown
Made famous by the legendary Ian Curtis.
She went to the States with husband number one,
They met in the RAF, got married, had two sons.
Now only one survives, somewhere in the desert
He’s tiling floors and chewing tobacco
And holding the memory of his dead brother and his Fathers belt and hand.
She’s 60 in Paris, she is free, she’s free
She is 60 in Paris she is free.
How she yearned to feel free of her past
Fear and tragedy had carved a sharp edge in her heart.
She escaped to Paris from her New Jersey life
Where she had sat in the house and rocked and rocked and rocked and rocked.
Looking at the walls and waiting for the phone to ring.
The houses where a mile apart and the land was flat
You couldn’t walk to shop, a café, a friend
And there was no community, there was no community in the land of faceless flat. People had guns, panic rooms, gas guzzlers, swimming pools, oversized TV’s trips to malls, avoiding Ghettos
And Tom's river had been toxic with illegal waste.
Her 60th birthday created a doorway
For the magic of Paris to enter the old wounds.
She sat and wept and wept by the Seine in the sun
And the river rose up to embrace her pain
Whispered “never again the victim my friend.”
Let me transform the streams of past tears
No more limitations you’ve paid too much with your years
Now let yourself free from the bonds of your grief
its really alright now to feel some relief.
You’re sixty in Paris you're with me and you’re free
From today you will sparkle in the world
Like I sparkle for you on this glorious day.
You will be magnificent like Notre Dame and Le Hotel de Ville
You will view your life from Ciel de Paris
With breath taking heights, 360 degrees of visibility.
You’re sixty in Paris you’re free, you’re free”
She said “I am sixty in Paris, I am free”
I can never go back to live in New Jersey
I will learn to speak French and rent an apartment with a view of the Seine
I will paint and sing on the street, walk everywhere and wear colours of flowing cloth and I will laugh and I will love, I will love my friends and I will love my community and I will love my freedom, my freedom, my freedom…
She is 60 in paris she is free……
© SarahP 2014
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7. |
Full Moon Night
06:08
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Full Moon Night
The full moon night always brings her down.
As she drives through the streets of the east end of town
She sees her through the tower blocks
Shining like a spotlight
In the orange grey out sky of another urban night
As the pretty party people glitter, littering up the streets
All excited by the prospect of who they might meet
She says I can’t stay here
On the full moon night its best if your stay clear
Cos if I stay with you, you’ll see all the crazy things I do
And I know I’m gonna hurt you and make you cry
She goes to a bar its in the heart of the town,
But the bar feels like a dream cave its got way too many sounds
She’ll pass some time with that shy handsome man and a good red wine. God she wants to dance with him, wants to dance and have some fun, but she holds herself back cos she knows what’s to come
She says I can’t stay here
On the full moon night its best if your stay clear
Cos if I stay with you, you’ll see all the crazy things I do
And I know I’m gonna hurt you and make you cry
As her shadow makes a break for the surface
Her face cracks another smile
And with her last drop of grace,
She nods then she free falls out of the place
Home to the garden it’s the safest place
But the full moon light’s shining right on her face.
She drops to her knees her hormones are hectic,
By the silver birch trees her nerve ends electric.
Like a thousand spiders crawling under her skin
Her hearts thumping like a jack in a box in a spin.
The transformation's radical painfully tragic her new form
And she’ll wear it till dawn,
When the new sunlight always brings her round.
She says I can’t stay here
On the full moon night its best if your stay clear
Cos if I stay with you, you’ll see all the crazy things I do
And I know I’m gonna hurt you and make you cry.
© SarahP 2014
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8. |
Bliss Dance
05:21
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Bliss Dance
Come on now, come and dance with me
I want to take you to the garden of Axis Mundi
There’s nothing here that you need to hide
Just let the bliss man’s rhythms, be your guide
Shake your body, breathe into your belly
Here at Axis Mundi in the garden of Q
I found a real true depth of meaning
Are you searching for a sense of purpose and meaning?
This is the bliss dance, these are the rules
Get into your body, leave your head outside with your shoes
I danced myself through raging and grieving
Through sweating and tears I met the pure joy of living
Danced into trance to a high so intense
Till I’m spent and dry on the ground I lie
I lie there by the catcher of dreams the dance is profound
This place it more than it seems
This is the bliss dance, these are the rules
Get into your body, leave your head outside with your shoes
There’s a power here by the cactus tree
And you can dance it all out or just let yourself be
You can find yourself by the twinkling lights
Or you can lie down by the fire
You can be all one if you like, everything’s your desire
This is the bliss dance, these are the rules, get into your body
Feel the rhythm leave your head outside with your shoes
Everybody turn around watch the sun set
Drop in the Arabian Sea
Dancing with the trio of bamboo on the soul stone
There’s power in the cactus tree
The bliss man DJ he’s the man for the night
You know everything’s going to be alright
At Axis Mundi in the garden of Q
Everything here was created for you
This is the bliss dance, these are the rules
Get into your body, leave your head outside with your shoes
© SarahP 2014
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9. |
Sappho's Rock
07:32
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Sappho’s Rock
Within the hour the sun would set behind the rocks
Behind Sappho’s head,
Where she stares from her bed of rippling sea
Mouth open in a gasp of eternal ecstasy
She never moves.
Her rugged face, broad shoulders, jagged, lined coarse beauty a constant presence
Witnessing, sheltering the events of time without judgement.
There’s no Judgement.
In the seventies the Mohican banshees worshipped, climbed and
Claimed her as their own.
Wild naked punk girls wearing only knives and hair.
Fire in their eyes, bellies and loins
Youthful aggression, anarchic anger.
Wild, wild women tasting of salt and sun
All breast, bronze and sexual tension,
Initiation and fucking in the sand.
Drums and didges, dancing round the fire at night
Skinny dipping, swimming the path of moonlight
Those Amazon activists ruled for their time
But too loud, too loud, too long
Too bold too brazen and way too scary!!
For the local men they’d rejected returned, they huffed and they puffed and they burned their camp down.
Now Forty years on, it’s wind surfs, sailboats and canoes.
Tourists they are playing in the sheltered cove of Sappho’s elbow.
Patricia picks up cigarette butts from the hot dry sand
Patricia In front of her World Spirit caravan
Where musicians of the world they come and Jamm, come and jamm
In their own free way,
Well, that’s what the signs say!
Patricia cooks and serves all night and day
Omelettes, salads, crepes, fresh juice
Mythos, frappes and her mystical mojitos.
Wooden benches , yellow canvas chairs,
Flags of Africa, South America under the palm tree roof
Rebuilt each year by Thanasi.
A gentle Athenian artist he had a look of Che Guevara,
wearing self inflicted Navy tattoos,
‘make love not war, LSD
He had an ability to create wondrous 3D worlds with his hands
Moulding metal into Sculpture and precious jewels.
Gigantic shells of spiralling silver live in the garden of the house they build.
Year after year they build this house, this work of love, art, sweat and beauty.
One day they will live there, but money is tight, tight, tight.
Thanasi still smoking too much spin me some cool sounds, some me some
Jazz, Funk, Reggae and Dub, come on Thanasi spin me some dub!
Patricia swallowed the languages of the world young
Patricia gifted of ear and of tongue, without Patricia there is nothing at all.
How we love Patricia.
Patricia hands me a disc of heavy raw silver a gift from Thanasi
Carved on the disc is the head of Sappho rugged and course
Just like the rock her Jagged lined course beauty a constant presence,
Witnessing, sheltering the events of time without judgement
Mouth always open in a gasp of eternal ecstasy and she never moves.
© SarahP 2014
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10. |
Feather
05:27
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Feather in your hat
Keep a feather in your hat for me babe
As a symbol of your love
Keep a feather in your hat and my ring on your finger
Under those blue velvet gloves
I have a photograph of you
Black and white, creased and torn
I keep it here close to my heart in my pocket
It’s tatty and ripped and it’s worn
Found a feather in the dry dusty sand babe
Stained with oil and the blood of my friend
Put the feather in my hat but I knew then my love
That this politicians war would never end
I have a photograph of you
Black and white, creased and torn
I keep it here close to my heart in my pocket
It’s tatty and ripped and it’s worn
And I don’t know if I’m going to make it
Though I try so hard for my men
My nerves are shredded I’m battered and worn
Like my photograph of you I’m all ripped and I’m torn
So keep a feather in your hat for me babe
Keep it there till the end of my tour
Keep a feather in your hat and my ring on your finger
Lets hope I get home from this war
But I have my photograph of you
Black and white, creased and torn
I keep it here close to my heart in my pocket
It’s tatty and ripped and its worn
Its worn from the kisses I plant on your paper face
Gentle love you’re my lifeline
You keep me sane in this harsh place
I’m Light as a feather
© SarahP 2014
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LUND London, UK
Formed in 2012, LUND are centred on the expressive voice and imaginative lyrics of Sarah P with Ann Day's magpie collection of rhythms weaving around the earthy blues and electric guitar and bass loops of Deirdre Cartwright.
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