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A Shrill Call
04:12
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A shrill call is cast
A woman’s voice echoes around sun baked buildings
Green flaking paint lifts off into the summer breeze
Unmown grass droops under the weight
Of the scorching rays and sways
At the mercy of the wind
A boy lets out a sigh and he leans on a fencepost
Sloughed at the tradesmen’s entrance sits a farmer
Worn out skin wearing worn out clothes
With a mind full of memory and fields full of corn
He affords a smile
His hat sit’s beside him
Pied with splotches of sweat and sunblock
An aspen poplar rises to a clear blue sky
He reckons if it falls it wouldn’t reach the house
The boy responds to the call
Arriving for smoko and sitting next to the old man
Chuckles to himself and he sinks into the seat
Removing his hat and wiping his brow
The whole place is painted green
Even the teacups are green
But she says it’s blue
She says it’s blue
Date loaf and biscuits
Can’s of fizzy and cups of tea
Am I a grandchild?
Am I a grown-up?
I think it’s tea this time for I’m a growing lad
It once was said ‘round here
“You’ll be drinking tea out of a dirty old sock by the end of the week”
And all those who work this dry and dusty land
They toast to good health
They toast, they toast to good health.
The whole place is painted green
Even the teacups are green
But she says it’s blue
She says it’s blue
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2. |
What Becomes Of Me
03:48
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Spring come out under my feet
And break the spell of the harsh north winter
Black clouds and shadows
Like a ball and chain let free
It was there when the lights went out at night
And it woke me roughed up and restless
Abandoned on the edge of a ravine
And it held me down when the sun came up at dawn
Cascading thoughts and where did i go wrong
And what will become of me?
I paint my demons gold and black
Using as my brush
The lone piece of straw
That broke the camel’s back
Unyielding sorrow step aside
For i know you are not my friend
Merciful ones lend me your eyes and your ears
I am here! I am here! I heed the call
I paint my demons gold and black
Using as my brush
The lone piece of straw
That broke the camel’s back
Spring come out under my feet
And break the spell of the harsh north winter
Black clouds and shadows
Like a ball and chain let free
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Waiting for a sunny day
In Wellington
To meet you in the long grass
Drink wine from a fancy glass
Convince you the the sky
Never clouds over in Island Bay
Why leave this place?
Why go away?
With you by my side
We walk the corridors of Erskine
Sneekin round the halls hand in hand
I spot the mangled body of a pigeon
I close the door and change direction
Rugged up on a rainy hilltop
Just making out
One day soon I’ll clean this van
I’ll probably still get asthma anyway
And you say you want to get a dog
God help me
With me by your side
We could overcome the hardship
Of living life as an artist
I could make the music
And you could paint flamenco dancers
Or maybe I could sell my soul
So at least one of us could afford a home
Waiting for a sunny day
In Wellington
To place my hand between your head and the long grass
Drink wine from a fancy glass
Convince you the the sky never clouds over in Island Bay
Why leave this place?
Why go away?
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Wintertime Love
04:18
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The sailor sees and fears the oceans wrath
The river winds it’s way into the surf
The water’s too wide to wade alone
And I’ve waited a long time
But your eyes cloud over now
You just don’t see my love
Rushing out of my fingertips
I’m dancing around with wide open arms
And I’ll be sending it further
I’ll be sending it further
The peasant draw’s a scythe in a backswing
Fells the grass and draw’s a whetstone
Sturdy and strong the muscles grind
Whisky wash away this fruitless pain
And your hands they drop away now
You just don’t see my love
Rushing out of my fingertips
I’m dancing around with wide open arms
And I’ll be sending it further
I’ll be sending it further
Press your body again the wall
Tease you in that southern drawl
We were a wintertime love
I wanted more than a wintertime love romance
And your hands they drop away now
You just don’t see my love
Rushing out of my fingertips
I’m dancing around with wide open arms
And I’ll be sending it further
I’ll be sending it further on
Sending it further.
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Phill Jones New Zealand
New Zealand based Multi-Instrumentalist, Singer, Composer &
Instrument Maker.
Current projects:
Releasing new music through 2024!
Writing and performing with World-folk ensemble ISH.
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