Songs – Lyrics

Lyrics- Mandy Connell Songs

Index:

1:August Moon

2:Broken Bones

3: Snakes & Ladders

4: Persimmon Gold

5: Pot & Tinker

6: Jacob Said

7: Swanson Street

1) August Moon (Mandy Connell)

I’ve been here before

Danced with you before

Held my breath before

Held my breath

 

Footprints in the sand lead back to you

Footprints in the sand lead back to you

 

You were gone a while

Travelled all over

I thought I would never

I thought I

 

Footprints in the sand lead back to you

Footprints in the sand lead back to you

 

Hod me in your arms

Call awake the memories

Memories on my skin

Memories Oh….

 

Footprints in the sand lead back to you

Footprints in the sand lead back to you

My August Moon

Copyright © Mandy Connell

2) Broken Bones (Lyrics)- ©Mandy Connell

Cho:

Broken Bones and a broken heart

No money in the pocket or the tip jar

Winters gone and left me blue

Sometimes I’m warm enough without you

 

Now I smell you in my hair and in my clothes

You’ve been rushing in my veins and in my bones

Now the bone in my toe has been broken apart

I’ll try to siphon off some of this poison dart

 

I’ll let you see out of the veins- Just like the marrow

Seep out of the one into my toe

Filling up the foot and then infect my flesh and

Infection in the foot and creeping up my leg

I could try antibiotics and see how it goes

But then I’d have to chop it off and use a wooden peg

 

Oh, It’s a lot of trouble and a lasting scar, I’d have to learn to drive an automatic car

But its not too high a price to pay, I’d do anything I could to change my lucky stars

Cho:

Now I’m talking to myself on public pathways, Guilt and vanity are like an old bike

With a bell and wicker basket full of bad days, I’m never gonna breathe, is what it feels like

Cho

If I could bleed you out I would try leeches,

Beat you out I’d use my fists

If I could be made clean with salty water,

I’d sing beneath the waves

And be made newer

Cho: x 2

Copyright © Mandy Connell

3) Snakes & Ladders – ©Mandy Connell

How high you jump on snakes & ladders

Black and white stripes on a hula-hoop

Tickets and tops all at the races

 

Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da

Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da

 

Folly is a fall, from a great height,

Weaving in and jumping out and hoping that you land right

When you come down look out at the crowd,

You can see they’re puppets and toys with painted faces

 

Cho:

Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da

Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da

 

Like art on the wall, you are expressive

Moment in time on a gallery wall

Galloping hooves in an echoing hall

 

Cho:

Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da

Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da

Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da

Ooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Do da di da da dai da

Copyright © Mandy Connell

4) Persimmon Gold

Cho:

Persimmon Gold, Morning Fresh green

Traffic Light red, Melbourne Sky grey

Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue

 

All the pretty colours in my street

Cherry and Red, Cherry and Red

I wanted to paint you a picture,

They run together in my head

 

Cho:

Persimmon Gold, Morning Fresh green

Traffic Light red, Melbourne Sky grey

Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue

I wanted four little rooms

Washing cloth blue, I’d wear washing cloth blue

Two up and two down, with flowers around

The dank and the dark would be lost in your heart

 

Cho:

Persimmon Gold, Morning Fresh green

Traffic Light red, Melbourne Sky grey

Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue

Cho:

Persimmon Gold, Morning Fresh green

Traffic Light red, Melbourne Sky grey

Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue

Washing Cloth Blue, Washing Cloth Blue

(©Mandy Connell)

6) Pot & Tinker

I can make a pot, I’m a tinker and I can make a lock, I’m a fitter

I can build a boat, and row her; I can make a house from sleepers

I grew up in Essendon, deep in the heart of Melbourne

All the mods were chasing dreams: all they found were dragons

I spent a year in Langi-Kal, ‘fore I met your mother

Down on my knees in soap and suds; Polishing the floorboards

 

Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai dai da

Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai dai da

Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da

Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da

 

I got out and started workin leather, went to work in plastic manufacture

Learned to build the tools to fix the motors, spare time I fixed my bosses jaguar

I went to live in Omeo where the hops and the tobacco grow:

20 years clean I can’t come home- if I did I’d still be tempted.

 

 

Darlin, don’t you know it’s worth the tears you cried, the letters penned?

I’m glad you made the visits though I did not understand

This room I’m sleeping in is creeping slowly earthward,

Loneliness is easier when love comes winging, you come singing

Darlin- keep the visits comin.

 

Heart attacks and valium, seizures when the pills don’t come

Ulcers when the drugs don’t work- how my hips and shoulders hurt

But once I could turn somersaults, and though I had so many faults

I loved you and your mother though I couldn’t find the words to say

 

Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai dai da

Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai Da, Dai dai da

Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da

Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da

 

I can make a pot, I’m a tinker and I can make a lock, I’m a fitter

I can build a boat, and row her; I can make a house from sleepers

Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da

Da dee da dee dee da dai de da da

Copyright © Mandy Connell

7) Jacob Said (Lyrics)- ©Mandy Connell

Jacob slept alone at night

Planned his day by morning light

Kept his dreams illuminated

On a graphic designer’s table

Slowly Slowly Slowly Slowly, Jacob Said

 

Came out drinking once a week

All his friends could talk a blue streak

All the ladies overlooked him

Until his best mates overtook him but

Slowly Slowly Slowly Slowly Jacob Said

Slowly Slowly Slowly Slowly Jacob Said

 

Cho:

Good things come to those who wait. Hold on

Good things come to those who wait. Hold on

 

Jacob’s full of good advice, doles it out most every night

All you have to do is listen, Take a little time

Slowly Slowly Slowly Slowly Jacob Said

Slowly Slowly Slowly Slowly Jacob Said

 

Try to eat right, get some sleep, exercise and then you’ll find

Come the morning, you’re doing fine

Slowly Slowly Slowly Slowly Jacob Said

Slowly Slowly Slowly Slowly Jacob Said

Cho:

Good things come to those who wait. Hold on

Good things come to those who wait. Hold on

 

Copyright © Mandy Connell

8) Swanston Street
I’m about to stand on Swanston Street

Shouting a the people with their two left feet

I know how it looks to the well trained eye but it got so bad

It’ll never be right

 

All the pretty words from the well-meant citizens

Pullin at the shame ‘til it won’t stop

My lips are numb from the constant mumbling

Feet are stumbling, skin is stinging

 

Cho:

Who, leaves a pretty bird out on the window sill

Who, leaves a fire outside when there is no chill

 

All that I can see are fractal images

Split up by the lines in the long division and

I can see the pressure gauge rising, rising

Its gonna come down to a big decision

 

I can see the jackets and the Helmets coming

Like someone set the flying monkeys on me

Divvy van’s coming with a space in the back

This won’t be settled with a little chat

 

Cho:

Who, leaves a pretty bird out on the window sill

Who, leaves a fire outside when there is no chill

 

Like a street corner, I am standing still

Like a wanton lover, I am overfilled

Well the river roars, but the surface stays flat

Like a nation’s borders I crossed and I can’t get back

 

I’m about to stand on Swanston Street

Shouting a the people with their two left feet

I know how it looks to the well trained eye but it got so bad

It’ll never be right

 

All the pretty words from the well-meant citizens

Pullin at the shame ‘til it won’t stop

My lips are numb from the constant mumbling

Feet are stumbling, skin is stinging

 

Cho:

Who, leaves a pretty bird out on the window sill

Who, leaves a fire outside when there is no chill

Who, leaves a pretty bird out on the window sill

Who, leaves a fire outside when there is no chill

Copyright © Mandy Connell

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