Heart in my hands. From CD Why don't they dance? Grimes/Hrybowicz ＠

We met one night in cold November.

I liked your eyes, the shyness of your smile;

A month went by, you didn't leave me your number

I asked around, but pushing’s not my style -

but if I see you, I’d say.

Lay your heart in my hands

I won’t let you go.

We met again by chance in late December

We wandered around a stormy seaside town

When we parted

you seemed so quiet and undecided

Did you think another love would let you down?

But I say - lay your heart in my hands -

I won’t let you down.

You bring me flowers: your love is sweet and tender -

tell me why do I feel so alone?

I seem to talk more to the waves, they listen to me -

what makes you so afraid of loving me?

Look me in the eyes,

I won’t bite your hand

It won’t hurt.

Lay your heart in my hands.

Musicians Steve Lodder keys Steve Lodder Piano /Keyboards. Mike Bradly Drums. Mario Castronari Double Bass. Jannette Mason Keyboards. Maciek Hrybowicz Guitars Harmonica. Jim Dvorak Trumpet Paul Neiman Trombone.

From Into the red. Grimes ©

STEPS .

Let me come in, said the face with a terrible grin.

I’m on hot tin I can’t begin to cry.

Why oh why the sad girl cried.

Climbing through the frame to reach the other side.

She sighed and cried again beside the broken pane.

And behind a wall, I’m not surprised at all.

My voice is screaming on the inside,

I’m on my own desolation row you know.

Collecting my thoughts from a hole in my head.

I wonder who is this, underneath my bed.

“Are you the Ghost with the most,

my Host for tonight. When do we ride?

And what’s the price for leaving?”

Let me sing my song for you,

It’s so hard to tell it.

Day by day by life, and word by painful word.

Let me sing it to you.

Do you have a moment for me please, do you?

You are laughing at me, pointing fingers in me.

Regarding me inside with your bottomless eyes,

in which I see, absolutely nothing.

Do you want to talk with me, come quickly I’m falling

I’m walking towards the edge of the sky,

the air has held her breath.

Hello stranger, tell me, are you in danger too.

Tell me Who are you, and where do you come from?

Woman to Child.

You who were darkness warmed my flesh

where out of darkness rose the seed.

Then all a world I made in me;

all the world you hear and see

hung upon my dreaming blood.

There moved the multitudinous stars,

and coloured birds and fishes moved.

There swam the sliding continents.

All time lay rolled in me, and sense,

and love that knew not its beloved.

O node and focus of the world;

I hold you deep within that well

you shall escape and not escape-

that mirrors still your sleeping shape;

that nurtures still your crescent cell.

I wither and you break from me;

yet though you dance in living light

I am the earth, I am the root,

I am the stem that fed the fruit,

the link that joins you to the night.

Judith Wright was a prolific Australian poet, critic, and short-story writer, who published more than 50 books. Wright was also an uncompromising environmentalist and social activist campaigning for Aboriginal land rights. She believed that the poet should be concerned with national and social problems. At the age of 85, just before her death, she attended in Canberra at a march for reconciliation with Aboriginal people.

Carol Grimes, vocals;
Ian Shaw, Hammond / Rhodes, vocals;
Greg Wain, guitars, vocals;
Steve Watts, double bass;
Stan Adler, cello;
Mark Fletcher, drums, percussion, fire extinguisher;
Annie Whitehead, trombone;
Josefina Cupido, percussion, vocals;
Elton Dean, saxophones;
Harry Becket, trumpet

Tracks

New Coat of Paint [Tom Waits] (3.01)

Into My Arms [Nick Cave] (4.24)

Who Knows Where the Time Goes [Sandy Denny] (6.08)

Moira [words Carol Grimes, music Ian Shaw] (3.50)

Scars [Fran Landesman, Simon Wallace] (4.13)

Gold in Them Hills [Ron Sexsmith] (2.56)

Better off Dead [Randy Newman] (2.51)

USA [Shane MacGowan] (2.49)

Two Grey Rooms [Joni Mitchell] (5.08)

Blues for Louis [poem Carol Grimes, music arr. Ian Shaw] (4.48)

You Don't Know What Love Is [Don Ray, Gene DePaul] (5.48)

Mother [John Lennon] (5.14)

All songs arr. Ian Shaw

Guest musicians on the LP were Paul Kossoff, guitar on "We Got Time" and John 'Rabbit' Bundrick (piano). Most of the songs were penned by Dave Skinner, although there are a few covers, including Bob Dylan's "I'll Be Your Baby Tonight" (from John Wesley Harding) and Sam Phillips/Herman Parker's "Mystery Train". John Porter became a producer and produced The Smiths and John Lee Hooker's comeback album in 1989. Mitchell played with Clancy and The Sandmen. Skinner also played in Clancy and 801 while Legendary Ace Drummer Terry Stannard formed the hit band Kokomo later.

Carol Grimes.   Moira. ＠

 I wanted to whisper a word or two. 

Couldn’t find your ears.

I needed to see you, to tell you a secret, 

so why did you disappear? 

 Who do I give the words to?

they were meant to be only for you,  

Forming my mouth in a closed line of silence, 

is a difficult thing to do.

In my youth & young woman hood,

so easy to drown it all, 

drinking the thoughts to a silent morose

bending the mind into shapes undefined what ever my moira,  

slip sitting & whistling the days away 

in my own constructed  maze I’d stay 

go away, old feelings, away. 

So what happens to language tangled in mind,

with no reason to be there at all?

Words jostling for space in a place overcrowded, 

all useless and driving you mad.

Is there a place for releasing  unspoken old intents,

telling the  shouting & whisperings,

unexpressed meanings?

Killing them dead.

 We could crush them all into bottles of wine, 

 blue flowers, or a trip to the south, 

 sun on the skin, a smile, a song, 

once the words have been wiped from my mouth. 

 Oh, it would be so peaceful to forget

 a skinful of thoughts, to change what may be to what is 

 Ooh bliss this, is to......unthread the words unsaid.

Musicians. Dorian Ford Piano. Annie Whitehead Trombone. Winston Clifford Drums. Neville Malcolm Double Bass. Carol Grimes Vocals.

The Dance Grimes is a poem in praise of Marc Chagall

I imagine that we had never agreed to go our separate ways.

I’m not drowning in water; my body’s not porous, as only the lonely can be

I am flying in heavenly moments, not counting the time or the cost.

Don’t wait for me, you will not see the one you assume is lost.

Dizzy wants to dance and strike up the Band under a round yellow sun.

Twisting and turning, She’s yearning for love To the beat of her personal drum.

She gave her heart to a red fiddler, A blue violin tucked under his chin,

A ring in his nose A dance in his toes

They dance till the notes run dry

Long is the night, She spins delirious

Blue notes on the wind

Let's dance all three the Cockerel, the fiddler, the artist & Dizzy Dance till the notes run dry...

Dizzy you see, wanted to be a Gipsy tipsy with the dance. Whirling and twirling with a Cockerel as purple as Damsons in autumn all ripe with the sun

The artist slips sunbeams, into smiles as he shows her.

A bouquet of flowers, Red yellow and blue

For this woman as green

as the leaves in the morning after a shower of rain.

Roll Me A Cigarette. Lyrics JOHN Shaw. Music Ford | Grimes.

The weatherman says. 
Grey is the colour of the day. 
His sweeping arm calls up a storm. 
The barometer is already dropping. 
Roll me a cigarette, and tell me,

Life is irresponsible.

Can’t face the day on yet more pills.

It’s not my favorite medication.

Fix me ice with a twist of lemon, 
Set it on its feet with a shot of vodka.

Try sending that in my direction.

Everyday life stares unblinking from your make-up mirror.

Look again and see your mother.

Life is not your friend.

It never gives an even break. 
It hates a level playing field, 
It moves the goal posts overnight. 


Remember there is more to life than winning. 
Remember you're a sassy woman. 
Remember all the things you did for love?

Throw away that black umbrella.

Roll me a kiss from scarlet lips. 
Blow, weather man, and crash your graphics!

Tell me life is irresponsible.

Don’t let me die before you listen.

Pour me a glass of cold champagne.

Don’t let me die before you listen

Pour me a glass of cold Champagne

We met one night in cold November

I liked your eyes the shyness of your smile

A month went by and you didn't leave me your number

I asked around, but pushings not my style

But if I see you I want to say

Lay your heart in my hands I wont let it go.

We met again by chance in late December

We wandered around our stormy seaside town

When we parted you seemed so quiet and undecided

Did you think another love would let you down?

Lay your heart in my hands I won't let it go

You bought me flowers your love is sweet and tender

Tell me why do I feel so alone?

I seem to talk more to the waves they listen to me

What makes you so afraid of loving me?

Look me in the eyes

I won't bite your hand

It wont hurt. Oh

Lay your heart in my hands I wont let it go

Recorded live in 2017 But I Was CooI. Oscar Brown Jr.

I always live by the, golden rule

Whatever happens, ha, don't blow your cool!

You gotta have nerves of steel.

And never show folks how you, honestly feel.

I lived all my life this way, ha


For example, take yesterday:

I breeze home happy bringin' home my pay


Two gigs this week, hey ... I haven't gone away! 


An' I threw myself down across my empty bed


An' this is what I said:

Ooo shhhhiiiiit ooow ooow ooow


What? Life, what are you gonna do with me?


Ooo wow uh


But I was cool!

So I ‘one for the roaded’ at a all night bar


I wound up so loaded,

I fell, off my chair

The friends threw the book at me…

I listened and said:

"Oow! Please oooow ooow,

Please I got to know, I got to know


What? What went wrong? 


I don't understand... I oh a…….


But I was cool!

So I said I’m the only one, that’s gotta to pay


And I fell into the next bar an' pulled out my purse,

My legs melted onto the floor my neck lost my head

An' I realized that I may as well have been dead!

Oooooow, ruff ruff, rrr, rrr, rrr, rur, rur, rur


As they carried me away

I was overheard to say,


"Be cool, be cool, stay cool, be cool!"

A chance to howl at the moon or rage at the monsters.... scream at the sun and the stars... Shriek at the wickedness, the sheer evil running the show in these mad, bad days...... Why? Just because I can! Innit? Have good bellow.. it can be therapeutic.... Honest!