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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.
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2. |
Monkey Biology
03:53
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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
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3. |
Anchor
04:01
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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?
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4. |
Secret Silence
04:13
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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
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Believers
04:44
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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
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6. |
One Woman
05:14
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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
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7. |
The Mubveva Tree
05:09
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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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