It’s only the girls that glow. They can stay in a larval state for five years or more. Then one June night they’ll decide they’re up for a bit of action and send out a geometric laser of fluorescent green light. They wait, waggling their luminous bums. If they get lucky, they lay some eggs. Then die. Simple, really.
There were two girls glowing like mad in my city garden just last night; extraordinary, wondrous beasties. This song is my tribute to them.

The Glow Worm Song

There we go, way back when, running almost wild on empty

And “hiding on the backstreets”

Singing our hero’s song

Singing out proud and strong

Then suddenly all these ghosts come screaming out from tiny screens

Everybody’s looking for something they’d forgotten they’d lost

Just trying to make a good connection

Just trying to prove they took the right direction

When the dust has settled down     and you can see your own horizon

Let’s go back to our old town

The drinks are on me      the drinks are on me….


Frozen in a snapshot on some godforsaken freezing beach

Sweet seventeen and hungry

You’ve got your eyes pencilled in in black, rebel rebel

And your dirty old man mac

When the dust has settled down…



Oh I wish I could go back to see the girl that I was then

Take her by the hand and sing, “everything’s gonna be alright”

It never really was a town full of losers

But we pulled out to win every Saturday night

When the dust has settled down…

Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot and old lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

The drinks are on me      the drinks are on me



The Drinks Are On Me

This is one of my fave songs from my banjo playing bluegrass-ish days. A true story of teenage lurve and romping around at night on Devon beaches.

the coast road

From our new CD 'So, where are you from?'

Steppin' On A Train

Rise

From our new CD, 'So, where are you from?'

Alright Georgie

A Sure Sign

I wrote this song for ABS in 2012 to celebrate the 'Olympic Spirit' - ideals behind the Olympic Games. I've included it on the CD 'Tengo un Sueno' (I have a dream) that I've recently completed for ABS as a bonus track.

Til my dream comes true (with Archbishop Sumner Primary School, Lambeth)

This song is one of my favourites from my projects in schools here in France. I had a class of 4/5 year olds and we were discussing where babies come from and how they're made. I wrote the song using their words as much as possible, as with all my kids' projects.

Translation - In the beginning a baby's like a tiny tiny seed, a tiny tiny seed in it's mummy's tummy. The that little seed, it grows and grows and grows, just until there's no more room. Then it comes out to see Mymmy and Daddy. Does it say hello? No. It says WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! It drinks lots of milk and grows and grows and grows. It says 'arrruh' and gagagagaga....

La petite graine

I had ust come back from the unbelievably beautiful Auvergne. We climbed extinct volcanoes and built cairns. We dived under freezing waterfalls screeching with joy. We drove each other crazy the rest of the time. I took to getting up really early to walk a mile up the hill to nearest village to get bread, sunrise in my eyes, the only moment of guaranteed peace for the day. That’s when I wrote this song,  first time ever on guitar.
Granted what follows is a long way from sublime acoustic accompaniment, but hey, I’ve now been learning guitar for three weeks, so things can only get better. As my dear friend Mr Max Gilkes says "don't worry Heather, the guitar will be as good as it needs to be..."

It’s another day of going through the motions
Wishing I was any place else but here
Feeling like a stranger at my own table
Wishing I could get this head to clear

Oh, sweet morning sun
Shine your heavenly grace on me
Oh, sweet morning sun
Fill this poor heart
Set me free

There’s a sink full of dishes from last night’s supper
A tub full of washing calling out for a line
A fridge half empty and a brain half dead
And a child upstairs is starting to whine

Oh, sweet morning sun…

Lift me up to your horizon
Set me down on some mountain top
Spin me round in a new direction
Just make this empty longing stop

Oh, sweet morning sun
Shine your heavenly grace on me
Oh, sweet morning sun
Fill this poor heart
Set me free


Morning Sun

CALLUNA: Heather Joyce (Vocals, guitar, saxes), Gary Brunton (Double bass), David Zérathe (Drums, percussion)
Songs written by Heather Joyce. This page also features some of her earlier work. More info on reverbnation.


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