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The Bay At The Back Of The Ocean

by Olio&I

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The Bay At The Back Of The Ocean Words by Seàn Dagan Wood Music by Pippa Andrew Angel with a fire in your skin and ribbons of light curling from your wings, burn through the night, singing your dreams as wanderers listen for your hymns. You paint the sky with a flick of your eyes, their gold and white set like a bite. You sculpt the land with a stroke of your hand and draw the sea like silk over sand. Now show me how to dance, show me how to dance. I climbed the mountain where I heard you were crowned, I ran through the forest where your footprints were found, I searched the city where they say you were seen, I walked to the village where they thought you might be. And at the bay at the back of the ocean on an island of purple stone, I silently watched the motion of the rolling orange sun. The tide took my tired tension, I gave my thoughts to the sky, I forgot my searching, I let go of my fight. It was then your words were spoken and there the truth was known, because the door was open and the voice was my own.
2.
Monkey Biology Words and Music by Pippa Andrew Dry grains of sand pouring through my fingers building our sandcastle fastest's the winner giggling uncontrollably at our silly remarks didn't even think to wet the sand at the start and in my mind I'll always be there and in my mind I'll always be there Skinny and pretty like a model, you said clinging sex eyes coming followed by tea and fruit bread spinning me those mexico blues crazy jazz numbers all morning long sinking dreams aching never land embracing and in my mind I'll always be there and in my mind I'll always be there 'Cause we've got monkey biology just a fact of life the imprinting was done on that very first night we got monkey biology what we gonna do? All my days I think of you The stars aligned as a butterfly fluttered knocked all those dominoes down sparked the catalytic converter well you know it spread like wild fire no god could predict the chain gang reaction we met with that day and in my mind I'll always be there and in my mind I'll always be there 'Cause we've got monkey biology just a fact of life time slows down in a moment of flight guess I've got monkey biology what should I do? tell me, what should I do? Alone, alone, and thinking of you
3.
Anchor 04:01
Anchor Words and Music by Pippa Andrew Steaming cups in the kitchen Drinking parental wisdom Saying, 'Oh, when will you realise, the need for compromise' So I was scared to be your anchor You were scared to be the breeze in my sails No wonder we were scared When things derailed Now I know, you weren't keeping me there We were just trapped by fear I still love you Maybe just an idea I cling to And now I'm your imaginary anchor You're the breeze in my imaginary sails Why was it a shock to feel, so liberated to have failed Sweet relief Stinging tears Silent shock Falls on deaf ears Sordid pleasure Something to recount An experience to objectify To write a song about I'm your imaginary anchor You're the breeze in my imaginary sails No wonder we were scared When things derailed And now I'm your imaginary anchor You're the breeze in my imaginary sails Why was it a shock to feel, so liberared to have failed?
4.
Secret Silence Words and Music by Pippa Andrew Your shallow, sleeping breath moist and warm on the nape of my neck eyes stuck shut transparent orange glow peaceful and happy in your loving hold Warm linen against soft bare skin senses start to awaken reflex reaction toes curl mind boots up to this familiar sensation Oh, this beautiful silence... And I'm paralysed looking through another's eyes simple thoughts ruining dreams so weak, weak, weak Oh I know I've got to go I know, I know, I know I've got to go I've got to go Nestle backwards into your safe, strong shoulders you feel like a part of me don't even think it fight it suppress it how could I destroy this? I can't do it accept it And I'm paralysed looking through another's eyes simple thoughts ruining dreams so weak, weak, weak Oh I know I've got to go I know, I know, I know I've got to go I've got to go
5.
Believers 04:44
Believers Words and Music by Pippa Andrew Firebird Baby no sense of shame wise eyes seeing the world again Gaia guide of our lives making hard work simple we shy behind your shriek shrill giggle Icebergs thawing castle walls crumbling smiles cracking foots a'tapping storytellers, listeners and wanderers lighting kindling spirits that know how to laugh characters that carry light down the path Blues Boy Billy dark celtic blood glass greens stare out of wild black hair Dionysos inspiration of our cheer entranced ragdolls dancing to your juice harp romancing Icebergs thawing castle walls crumbling smiles cracking foots a'tapping storytellers, listeners and wanderers lighting kindling chivalrous sharing, enabling our healing oh, this beautiful communion of feeling Old Lady Grady says with a sparkle we're all alone but at least we're together in that Athena protector of our souls finishing with a cackle and one of granny's special cigarettes Ice broken walls a rubble smiles beaming bodies steaming dancing round the fire all night long lost to the moment captured by echos of ancient song
6.
One Woman 05:14
One Woman Words and Music by Pippa Andrew A little girl Once said to me Please Just let me be Dreaming cardboard boat adventures On a cellophane sea Under cotton wool skies Let me, be me Mr Shadow, don't you know? We're made of different stuff See things in different lights But you always judge So I'll be one woman, and her piano One girl and her guitar Stood still, facing forwards Smoking her cigar Cause I don't want to be a singer Without any songs Don't want to be a writer Not righting any wrongs Cool summer night air Bites my cheek Ambling alone down Red brick streets Smiling as designer Manequins wink at me And thoroughly grateful Just to be Cause I found some instincts Buried deep inside A wooden chest And in it was inscribed Acts of faith Can set us free Belief in you Belief in me No, I don't want to be a singer Without any songs Don't want to be a writer Not righting any wrongs So I'll be one woman and her piano One girl and her guitar Stood still, facing forwards Smoking my cigar I don't want to be a singer Without a song Don't want to be a writer Who's not righting any wrongs
7.
The Mubveva Tree Words and Music by Pippa Andrew [HURO] [MAHONERA] Under the mubveva tree the air still and sticky lying in red mud Am I high? Am I drunk? Under the mubveva tree Amongst the mubveva leaves big, ripe, juicy bvevas drinking the bitter nectar I realise it must be December under the mubveva leaves In my parent's orchard my ghost's chosen courtyard I squat to play the mbira and in the distance I hear her at the bottom of my parent's orchard A breeze rustles the mubveva grove they're all with me now as I sing stories of being sick of this life and the tight rope of good times that I'm clinging to with one hand [KUDEKATERA] What do you say to that Mother? What do you say to that Father? Now you're silent ay? “The fig is brown outside but inside it is filled with worms.” What're you talking about grandma? Won't you help me grandad? Why are you silent hey? “You know my child, to plough is hard but to eat is easy.” How can I pull up these roots by myself? Why would I want to anyway? “Zvakakunakira wena” [laughing] [MAHONERA] Under the mubveva tree my mother sung back to me... Let go of all your hate and fear And everyday play your mbira It is a friend indeed Under the mubveva tree my lover sung back to me Everyday choose to smile you'll stop missing me in a while say goodbye to the mubveva trees

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released November 12, 2016

Female Vocals – Pippa Andrew
Male vocals – Dan Jones (track 2)
Male vocals – Pascal Makonese (track 7)
Mbira – Pascal Makonese (track 7)
Acoustic & electric guitar – Jeri Lindo (track 3, 5)
Acoustic guitar – Andy Rees (track 2)
E-bow electric guitar – Adam Skerritt
Piano – Justin Shearn (track 3, 5)
Piano – John Ellis (track 6)
Hammond organ – John Ellis (track 3, 6)
Violin – Duncan Reid (track 2)
Violin – Kathleen Ord (track 2)
Viola – Pippa Andrew (track 2)
Cello – Danny Jones (track 2)
Upright bass – Grant Russell
Drum kit, Tom (track 1), Tambourine (track 5) – Laurie Agnew
Percussion – Rachel Lasham
Backing vocals - Pippa Andrew
Choir (track 1) – Pippa Andrew, Alfie Carpenter
Beatbox – Pippa Andrew, Alfie Carpenter
Hand claps (track 5) - Justin Shearn, Laurie Agnew

Huge and heartfelt thanks to everyone who has contributed to the making of this album.

The Bay At The Back Of The Ocean - Words by Seàn Dagan www.seandagan.com, Music by Pippa Andrew

All other tracks - Words and Music by Pippa Andrew www.pippaandrew.com

Produced by Luke Plumb and Pippa Andrew www.lukeplumb.com
Mixed by Mattie Foulds www.caribourecording.com
Mastered by Stuart Hamilton www.castlesound.co.uk
Artwork by Shelley Krycer www.shelleykrycer.com
Graphic Design by Simon Phipps

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