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Precious
05:19
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Something that is so precious
Something that’s value can’t be counted
But we as ever are just fools
Is it really as hard as steel and stone?
Or more fragile, like a flower?
That blooms and dies
Much more transitory,
Like a soft breeze
Or a raindrop, on a hot pavement
That dries and disappears
Something that is so precious
Something that’s value can’t be counted
But we as ever are just fools
Even if we believe,
It’s like steel and stone
Steel can be bent
Stone can shatter
Beneath the mason’s chisel
Something that is so precious
Something that’s value can’t be counted
But we as ever are just fools
At times,
We chisel and bend
Testing its strength
Sometimes we,
Polish and nurture
Guarding its vulnerability
As long as it,
Is in equal measure
It will survive
It will survive
Something that is so precious
Something that’s value can’t be counted
But as ever we are just fools
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2. |
Sleeping Heart
04:58
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Wake me up before you leave
So, I can have
That last glimpse of you
Wake me up if you return
As my heart will sleep
Until them
You woke me up
Body and mind
All those years
Ago
You made me feel
The woman
I’d never known
How to be
Loving,
Knowing you
Completed my world
But also
The hardest thing
I’ve ever done
Wake me up before you leave
So, I can have
That last glimpse of you
Wake me up if you return
As my heart will sleep
Until them
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3. |
Bibby's Song
05:23
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Where did you come from Bibby?
Were you created from the fertile imaginings of a young child’s mind?
You were my closest friend
My own true soul mate
You always took the blame
It was you who broke the window
And shut that boy in the outside john
You had the ideas and I followed
You were my closest friend
My own true soul mate
At night, you lay beside me
Holding my hand
You keep me safe
You didn’t let the bogeyman bite
You were my closest friend
My own true soul mate
We shared our first day at school
We hated it together
Others couldn’t see or hear you
But you were more real than those around me
You were my closest friend
My own true soul mate
As I grew you began to fade
Only to return in times of trouble
To lay beside me
And take the hurt away
You didn’t laugh ‘cos I couldn’t read or spell
You knew me, oh so well
Finally, you were just a distant memory
Laying buried in the recesses of my mind
And then, you were there again
You’re now my closest friend
My own true soul mate
As a young boy
Your little brother called you Bibby
Now you lie beside me at night
Making me laugh
Making me cry
You give me my strength
And my reason for being
You make my days and my nights
There beside me holding my hand
You were my closest friend
My own true soul mate
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4. |
When You Were Young
04:52
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Do you remember?
Do you recall?
When you were young
When you were small
Needing to run
On entering a large space
Outside with arms
Wheeling through the air
Inside the sound
Of your footsteps
Making you stamp your feet
Your echo calling back to you
Do you remember?
Do you recall?
When you were young
When you were small
Wrapped in your warm coat
Hat and gloves
Amazed by your breath
In the cold frosty air
And the silver rim
On fences, trees and grass
Do you remember?
Do you recall?
When you were young
When you were small
Needing to make a noise
Wherever you are
Stamping your feet
Or flying down the street
Playing the music of childhood
On the railings
Do you remember?
Do you recall?
When you were young
When you were small
Lying in the long grass
Watching the ants
As they march back and forth
The warm sun playing on your back
Soft breezes in your face
Do you remember?
Do you recall?
When you were young
When you were small
Do you remember?
Do you recall?
When you were young
When you were small
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5. |
Without Memories
06:13
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Looking into my face
Not seeing me
But searching for clues to your past
What do you see?
Is it your mother, sister, or even yourself
Without memories we are nothing
We are no longer ourselves
Don’t you remember those days
When we lunched at that posh restaurant
Afterwards, a cinema matinee
There I discovered Picasso painting on glass
And fell in love with Louis Jordan
As we watched GiGi, together
Or earlier when you pushed me to the village in my pram
The shopkeepers, deferential
Knew you by name
You stopped to chat
And I ate the flower that Grandpa had given me to hold
Without memories we are nothing
We are no longer ourselves
But all of that is gone
Burnt out by electrodes
Fixed to your head so many times
And the Lithium, that helped you
Escape those dark places in your mind
It has all been erased
The good and the bad
So, when you look at me
You struggle to see me, standing there
Save for the very last time
When you wished me ‘Au revoir’
Without memories we are nothing
We are no longer ourselves
Save for the very last time
When you wished me ‘Au revoir’
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6. |
Broken Promise
04:32
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Kneeling in the soft earth, next to my Dad
Planting potatoes, in a row
My green dungarees, already full of dirt
He looks down at me and smiles
‘We’ll cop it from your Ma,
When we go back inside’
Looking back, I can feel, the warmth of his love
But, also, his frailty, in not giving life’s hard messages
Your Mum, she’s not well
The tall man said to me
And, you must go away to school
If you are a brave girl
Your Dad has promised you a bike
But that bike, never came
Never came
Perhaps I hadn’t been brave
Been brave
We travelled together to visit relatives.
Staying by the river, at The Swan
Waking in the night, to find him at my side
He looked so small and fragile, kneeling there
Not at all like my big hearted, Dad
Looking back, I can feel, the warmth of his love
But, also, his frailty, in not giving life’s hard messages
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7. |
Green Biscuit Tin
10:11
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Wearing my red and white jumper
Sitting on the green biscuit tin
Watching the sea and the sky
From the verandah of the beach hut
You were inside making tea
You came to the door and smiled.
In your white blouse and blue patterned skirt
You looked so tall and beautiful
With the sun finding the gold in your hair.
My mother Kathleen
Some called you Kitty
But you hated that
Even though
When you swam
You looked just
Like a cat
Washing her ears
Down the beach we walked hand in hand
Collecting shells and treasure in my bucket
We made marks in the damp sand, with fingers and toes
Paddling in the shallows, you, holding your skirt above your knees
I ran, jumped, and splashed
You pretended to be cross
But I knew it wasn’t true
As your eyes were laughing at me
My mother Kathleen
Some called you Kitty
But you hated that
Even though
When you swam
You looked just
Like a cat
Washing her ears
Back home, you at the sink peeling vegetables
Me, in my boat made from the up turned stool
We listened to the radio
And sang the songs together
While I explored the world
As I paddled the calm waters
Of our life, together in that kitchen
Not knowing the rough seas of life
I would need to negotiate, without you
My mother Kathleen
Some called you Kitty
But you hated that
Even though
When you swam
You looked just
Like a cat
Washing her ears
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la
La-la
La-la-la
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Rugosa Hips Ramsgate, UK
Rugosa Hips are Rosie Eaglen and Steven Foy. Both are visual artists and Steven was the one time drummer with the 80s/90s
Manchester grunge band Tunnel Frenzies.
Both wanted to make atmospheric music that was simple and intimate.The marriage of Steven's sometimes wistful guitar and melodies, with the clarity of Rosie's vocals and the graphic quality of her lyrics creates the mood and imagery.
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Rugosa Hips recommends:
Beautifully constructed songs weaved into harmonic melodies. Honest lyrics about sometimes difficult subjects. Heart rending vocals. Mesmeric tracks, especially the track 'Mary'
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