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Grit and glitter
03:53
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Sucked up in a tornado of rainbows
found myself flat on my back
in a field of flowers
in a puddle of grit
and glitter
Grit and glitter
Grit and glitter
Anastasia small dark haired old woman
Grips the rainbow tornado between her fists
Spilling out
Grit and glitter
Grit and glitter
Grit and glitter
I am at your feet
When should I seek you?
Anastasia offers now
When it fails you
When it fails you
Grit and glitter
Grit and glitter
Grit and glitter
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2. |
Song for joy
03:17
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Living made me tired
ate me up inside
What really made me tired
was all I worked to hide
This child who had a need
She made so many versions of me
I realise that to actualise
I've got to hold calm in stormy seas
So I will breathe in the circle I drew
the light in me sees the light in you
the water round the iceberg is icy blue
and I’m diving under listening for the truth
This is my song for joy
written from my mind
if I can keep my soul in tune
I know all will be right
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Stars
04:13
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the [C] stars were like tears from the [G]moon, the full [Fmaj7]moon
the stars were like tears from the moon, the full moon
the stars were like tears from the moon, the full moon
my heart’s full of fear, there’s no room no room
Grainy picture in my mind's eye
Hospital polaroid of you and I
Are these lives equal to other lives
how do I know if it’s wrong or right?
I hide it away in the bottom file
I think of it every once in a while
Standing in the garden waiting for the dog
looking up at the greatness above
The stars were like tears from the moon, the full moon
the stars were like tears from the moon, the full moon
the stars were like tears from the moon, the full moon
my heart’s full of fear, there’s no room no room
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Each day
03:30
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Each day I will make a choice and I will act
For joy
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Dangerous
03:10
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I feel dangerous today
Like I might poke out an eye
And I cried lying on the floor
Cried for the feel of the wool and the needles
Cried for the thousands of miles between us
Thousands of seasons of distance passed
I stand by my decisions I stand by my omissions
I’m a wandering memory of listens a kiss that was never given
Hmmmm heart
Break ing
How your body changed
How my dreams rearranged
Making life is not a game
It’s the hand the wind and the flame
Hmmm heart
Waiting
I stand by my decisions I stand by my omissions
I’m a wandering memory of listens a kiss that was never given
I feel dangerous today
Like I might poke out an eye
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6. |
Last winter morn
03:52
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My last winter morn
Magpie at the feeder fat
Dog pushing at the door
Dog food eaten by the cat
I sit by the window wrapped up in wire
Alone at last in the morning light
I feel deeply tired
Don’t know if I’m living right
My fingers are cold on my face
Wool scratching on my chin
My spine is hunched a creature without grace
who can’t bear to feel the state she’s in
I run a thousand miles an hour
With smiles for all as my feet hit the gravel
In this there is strength and power
but I am afraid I might unravel
All the birds have left the feeder ring
the dog and cat are sleeping
I’m holding a mug in hot thrall
I do believe in beauty above all
“When will you learn to ferment?”
“When will you listen to the call?”
I can barely take the aching beauty of each passing moment
barely hear anything at all
Don’t want to waste it oh
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7. |
Green heart
03:24
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Green heart this is love
Seven pens they show us how
Seven years walked under dark above
Seven suns red
Still the darkest night
Reflects blue from where I stand
Bathing in your light
Under the cover squeeze your hand
White rose two minute card Waitrose meal deal
Green heart this is love
Seven pens they show us how
Seven years walked under dark above
Seven suns red
There was so much dust
Underneath the sofa bed
Words I wonder do they rust
Or are they seeds that we fed
White rose two minute card Waitrose meal deal
Green heart these are all our plans
Violet ivy rubber plants
Written in a red sky
Seen now through a different lens
Blue song from the dark beyond
Blue song from the dark beyond
Green heart this is love
Seven pens they show us how
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Saola Scene London, UK
Singer-songwriter in London. Music happens in living rooms.
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