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Persimmon Gold
03:20
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Persimmon Gold (Lyrics)- ©Mandy Connell
Cho:
Persimmon Gold, Morning Fresh green
Traffic Light red, Melbourne Sky grey
Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue
All the pretty colours in my street
Cherry and Red, Cherry and Red
I wanted to paint you a picture,
They run together in my head
Cho:
Persimmon Gold, Morning Fresh green
Traffic Light red, Melbourne Sky grey
Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue
I wanted four little rooms
Washing cloth blue, I’d wear washing cloth blue
Two up and two down, with flowers around
The dank and the dark would be lost in your heart
Cho:
Persimmon Gold, Morning Fresh green
Traffic Light red, Melbourne Sky grey
Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue
Cho:
Persimmon Gold, Morning Fresh green
Traffic Light red, Melbourne Sky grey
Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue
Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue
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2. |
August Moon
05:49
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August Moon
I’ve been here before
Danced with you before
Held my breath before
Held my breaaaaaaaath
Footprints in the sand lead back to you
Footprints in the sand lead back to you
You were gone a while
Travelled all over
I thought I would never
I thought I
Footprints in the sand lead back to you
Footprints in the sand lead back to you
Hold me in your arms
Call awake the memories
Memories on my skin
Memories Oh….
Footprints in the sand lead back to you
Footprints in the sand lead back to you
My August Moon
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3. |
Jimmy The Fighter
04:41
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Jimmy was a Fighter, A hard Drinker, Hard worker
Jimmy fell in love about a thousand times a week
When Jimmy held a pint at the bar, in the 'Poet
Well All the girls thought that he looked just like James Dean
Jimmy took off, he went up North
Into the Cain, cos he was able
He said the Night Life in the city won't put food on the table
And he worked out in the sun, til he was Golden like the sugar and at night
In the dark, he'd smoke and play the old Piano
Sara, Sara, Paint your colours on the door
Sara, Sara, the stories in the images that we hang on the walls
Ah Jimmy went out further to the edge of the blue water
where he found her in the dunes, at least he swears that's where he met her
Little girl with big dreams, come and dance down in the valley
Oh I'll be your Jimmy D, You can be my sweet Grace Kelly
I'll work out in the rains, I'll make time for you to paint,
I'll play My old guitar, you can be my sweet north star.
Sara, Sara, Paint your colours on the door
Sara, Sara, the stories in the images that we hang on the walls
But We stay here, we play tunes, in the city in the bars
but you know one gig a week it doesn't get you very far, and
Every other day we raise a glass to Jimmy Dowling
How we miss his stories, How he'd leave us howling
And he writes, ah letters tells us all about the weather
Says he thinks he's comin home soon, and he thinks he's bringing Sara
Sara, Sara, Paint your colours on the door
Sara, Sara, the stories in the images that we hang on the walls
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Pretty Saro
03:34
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When I first come to this country in eighteen and forty-nine
I saw many fair lovers but I never saw mine
I view-ed it all around me, saw I was quite alone
And me a poor stranger and a long way from home.
Well, my true love she won't have me and it's this I understand
For she wants some free holder and I have no land
I couldn't maintain her on silver and gold
But all of the other fine things that my love's house could hold.
Fare thee well to ol' Mother, fare thee well to my Father, too
I'm going for to ramble this wide world all through
And when I get weary, I'll sit down and cry
And think of my Saro, pretty Saro, my bride.
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5. |
Snakes & Ladders
03:04
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Snakes & Ladders (Lyrics)- ©Mandy Connell
Intro: (Inst)
How (C)high you (Am-) jump on (G)snakes & ladders
Black and white stripes on a hula-hoop
(G)Tickets and tops all (Am-) at the races
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da
Folly is a fall, from a great height,
Weaving in and jumping out and hoping that you land right
When you come down look out at the crowd,
You can see they’re puppets and toys with painted faces
Cho:
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da
LEAD BREAK
LEAD BREAK
Like art on the wall, you are expressive
Moment in time on a gallery wall
Galloping hooves in an echoing hall
Cho:
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da
Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da
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6. |
The Red Shoes
02:36
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Hey Little girl with your red shoes on, dancing all day to the company song
Oh, you know I'm gonna be right here, When you come home
You know I won't go far, You can depend on me.,
Hey little girl dancing all night, sweating to the band in the cool moonlight
Oh You know I'm gonna be right here, When you come home
Under the evening stars, You can depend on me.
I'll buy you a house with a porch, and a tree, with a swing
A garden with a breeze and a river that won't freeze
I'll buy you a brooch with a pin
And a dress with a skirt, I'll bring you treats,
I'll make you sweet deserts...
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7. |
The City Bird
04:10
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A city bird once in a desperate rage,
threw over the bars of his screen
All of the seed that was put in his cage
And it grew to a miniature green
Sometimes when my troubles seem vast
And fate a new sorrow does send
I turn my wet eyes to that bright bit of grass
As I would to the face of a friend.
For often it helps me to start a new day
when the city at worst must be seen
To look on that sparkling dew as it lay
On the blades of the city-yard green
Returning again at the end of the day
When I sit myself wearily down
The scent of the grass takes me ever away
From the fate and fret of this dust covered town
I wish when they lay me away to my rest
And bosom and brain are serene
Some friend would remember to plant o'er my breast
A blade of that city - yard green.
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8. |
Fair & Tender Ladies
03:00
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Come all you fair and tender ladies
take warning how you court your men
there like a star on a summer morning
they first appear and then they're gone
they'll tell to you some loving story
then they make you think that they love you well
then away they'll go to court some other
and leave you there in grief to dwell
I wish I was some little sparrow
One of those that flies so high
Away I'd go to my false lover
And when he'd speak I would deny
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9. |
Boxes & Brooms
04:45
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Boxes beds and brooms, familiar things of womens' rooms
Textures and tints and traces of lives, '
That we leave for a while, and then leave behind
Its funny how so much goes to make a home
A thousand moments make it so
A thousand memories were made here
Til the walls became like souvenirs
Boxes beds and brooms, the only things left in this room
and though I have taken all the photographs down
I can still hear the echoes of the ups and downs
And I was so scared to go from here
A thousand worries held me back
But a glass of wine and a yellow moon,
Filled my head with thoughts of travelling soon
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Do you think that I do not know
They say that I never have written of love, as a writer of songs should do
They say that I never could touch the strings with a touch that is firm and true
They say I know nothing of women and men in the fields where Love's roses grow
I must write, they say, with a halting pen do you think that I do not know?
My love-burst came, like an English Spring, in days when our hair was brown
And the hem of her skirt was a sacred thing and her hair was an angel's crown
The shock when another man touched her arm, where the dancers sat in a row
The hope, the despair, and the false alarm do you think that I do not know
By the arbour lights on the western farms, you remember the question put
While you held her warm in your quivering arms and you trembled from head to foot
The electric shock from her finger-tips, and the murmuring answer low
The soft, shy yielding of warm red lips do you think that I do not know
She was buried at Brighton, where Gordon sleeps, when I was a world away
And the sad old garden its secret keeps, for nobody knows to-day
She left a message for me to read, where the wild wide oceans flow
Do you know how the heart of a man can bleed do you think that I do know
I stood by the grave where the dead girl lies, when the sunlit scenes were fair
Neath white clouds high in the autumn skies, and I answered the message there
But the haunting words of the dead to me shall go wherever I go
She lives in the Marriage that Might Have Been do you think that I do not know
They say that I never have written of love, they say that my heart is such
That finer feelings are far above; but a writer may know too much.
There are darkest depths in the brightest nights, when the clustering stars hang low;
There are things it would break his strong heart to write do you think that I do not know?
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11. |
Paper Wings
04:16
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Paper wings, all torn and bent
But you made me feel that they were heaven sent
Paper wings, not real at all
But they took me high enough to really fall
Your paper kisses faded too soon
Just like a paper rose beneath a paper moon
Paper wings, paper wings
Oh how could I expect to fly with only paper wings
Angels were singing, didn't you hear
If only I'd listened close when they whispered in my ear
Paper wings, paper wings
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CHORUS:
Hey rain, rain comin' down
On the cane, on the roofs of the town.
There's rain on me hands and rain on me face,
Oh muddy old Innisfail's a muddy wet place,
Hey rain, hey rain.
And there's rain in me beer and rain in me grub,
And they've just fitted anchors to the Garradunga pub,
Hey rain, hey rain.
There's a Johnstone River crocodile livin' in me fridge
And a bloody great tree on the Jubilee Bridge
Hey rain, hey rain.
And the monsoon sky has sprung a leak
From Flyin' Fish Point to the Millstream Creek,
Hey rain, hey rain.
And the storm clouds are so black and big
Theres an old flyin' fox in the Moreton Bay fig,
Hey rain, hey rain
It's the worst wet season we've ever had,
And I'd swim down to Tully, but it's just as bloody bad
Hey rain, hey rain.
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All Songs written by James Kenyon Produced and Engineered by Nick Huggins Recorded at Pocket Full of Stones Studio, Victoria, Australia ©James Kenyon 2016
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