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Rockpool Blues
03:03
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Rockpool Blues
Swirling in the seashells
Jewels in the sun
Rippled reflections
Of a girl so young
The creatures glint and sparkle
And dart from side to side
Hiding in the shadows
Waiting for the tide
What’s your secret, little rockpool?
You never seen to age
I guess the tide just keeps on flushing those rockpool blues away
A million waves and moments since I felt the ocean spray
With my weathered, tired relection
I felt a pull today
Well the creatures glint and sparkle
And dart from side to side
My tiny little ocean
Where emotions coincide
What’s your secret, little rockpool?
You never seen to age
I guess the tide just keeps on flushing those rockpool blues away
In another million moments I’ll be old and grey
Forgive the introspection
Might not be another day
But the creatures glint and sparkle
And dart from side to side
My heart lives in the rockpool
Where the earth and sea collide
What’s your secret, little rockpool?
You never seen to age
I guess the tide just keeps on flushing those rockpool blues away
... little rockpool?
You never seen to age
Well I guess the tide keeps flushing those rockpool blues away
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Thirteen Pianos
04:10
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Thirteen Pianos
Well I read this in the news today
So I don’t know if it’s true
It struck a chord and it made me think
So I’m sharing it with you.
They counted all the pianos in Gaza
From the border to the sea
They searched houses, hotels and the music school
And they only found thirteen
In a dark, forgotten theatre
From a brighter, bygone age
There are shards of shattered ceiling
Scattered on the stage
And among the piles of rubble
In that aching no-man’s-land
With strings all rusted and out of tune
Is the only concert grand
There’s a guy who lives along from me
He came knocking at my door
He asked me, did I understand?
And it never mattered more
So we stepped outside for an evening stroll
And the streets were so serene
Counting pianos in our neighbourhood
Well d’you know, we found thirteen
When will the wind stop blowing in the east?
When will the wind stop blowing in the east?
When your bones have turned to dust
In a soil that doesn’t care
And humanity prevails over belief
Now I’m sitting here in my music room
And I don’t know if it’s true
A spark just flew from the open fire
With another point of view
But I’m thankful for my neighbour
And I’m thankful for my hands
And I’ll play this tune for the Gazan folk
And their silent concert grand
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Child
04:21
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Child
Being, feeling, breathing, opening cry
Life is a gift, and a gift for the giver
Needing, holding, hearing a lullaby
Making those dreams special dreams
Precious child
Softly cup your hands around my face
I’ll feel so warm in your embrace
We’ll grow up high among the stars,
And maybe, maybe we will shine
Learning, listening, teaching, reaching out far
Keeping it real, all that we hold
Growing, knowing, watching the smile in your eyes
Setting us free, letting us be
Precious child
Softly cup my hands around your face
We’ll feel so warm in our embrace
We’ll grow up high beyond the stars
And maybe, maybe we will shine
Canta y no llores, sing and don’t cry
Look in the mirror
In the mirror, mother and child
Sharing the highs and the lows
Nobody knows
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Maria Quinn Glasgow, UK
“The songs and arrangements are beautiful, like little jewelled boxes“ ~Findlay
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“challenges our perspectives about modern music and draws us in to some fascinating story telling“ ~Norrie Hunter
"A record that fizzes with invention" ~Boo Hewerdine
Inspired by jazz/ folk/classical music, and artists such as Joni Mitchell and Randy Newman
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