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money can't buy.

The engine wheels keep turning
and I live my life.

With you by my side.

You told me goodbye.

And while you're out enjoying
the summer's bloom.

I'm still stuck ignoring
inside my cocoon.

I dearly miss you.

The left the door unlocked
with a scroll inside.

I can't seem to remove these
stories of life.

We're all gonna die.

Money Can't Buy

Pokevolution

Cover of Howard's, "Money Can't Buy" from Findlay Brown.

Findlay Brown - Money Can't Buy (cover)

Here's what i do, lil mix of the finest trap beats and fascinating sounds i love.

Enjoy !

Trapezius

A quick draft of a song I may spend some more time on.  I started with the first stanza of a Tennyson poem (Break, Break, Break) -- that's the refrain now -- and built the rest around it. 

Lyrics:

The shoreline is rough and uneven
The ragged rocks pierce our feet like glass
The wind pulls the trees into tatters
Together we dwell on the past

Break, break, break
On thy cold grey stones, o Sea!
And I would my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me. 

Look, love, a hollowed out crab-shell
And here's another four more
We've stumbled on some kind of graveyard
While the ocean roars

Break, break, break
On thy cold grey stones, o Sea!
And I would my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me. 

The dune are eroding
The salt sprays your cheek
The gulls are calling, calling, calling
Calling us back to the sea

Break, break, break
On thy cold grey stones, o Sea!
And I would my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me. 


Break, Break, Break (original ukulele song)

I wrote this song about my parent's cat, Tiger - but more popularly known as Neighbour Cat.

Neighbour Cat once lived with my parent's neighbours, about a dozen houses up at the top of their rough hedge-lined country road.  One summer's day, he walked right into my parent's house, like he owned the place. He started as an occasional visitor, then a frequent one. Eventually, my parents realised he was spending most of his time in and around their house. It was a year before before my parents accepted they had acquired a cat housemate and started to feed him.

Neighbour Cat made a choice to move home, and I respect that. I'm glad that he had the freedom to do so - few pets do.

Neighbour Cat - Mental Diary Of A Cat Forlorn (ORIGINAL)

There’s a murder of crows sittin with their wings set on the rusty swing set 
With a spiteful pride
I don’t look them in the eyes
They’ve made this graveyard a home, they dig up shiny things like coins and golden rings 
Pulled off the scattered bones
They’ve nothing to atone

There’s something about those birds
That lets them fly straight on through the end of the world

And meanwhile it’s been 
10 long years
Since I left all my scattered things behind
And I spent all those years
Wondering why I had to keep my mind
(when there's nothing left to find)

There’s a slow procession of greying women hungry children 
And a couple of desperate men
I know enough to hide from them
Their lips are cracked like the earth, they carry death as a birth but they keep putting 
One foot after the next
Humanity’s a dry shipwreck

There’s something about this road
That keeps us walking straight while we are all alone

And meanwhile it’s been
10 long years
Since they burned all this bullshit to ash
It took me all those years
To wonder why I never thought to ask
(But why dredge up the past)


Forgive me I am dry as this hollow river bed
Forgive me I still have some mattress outlet jingle in my head
Forgive me that I live while all around me leaves are falling dead
At least it’s all so burnt there’s nothing left at all for me to dread
Except the ghost of all the things I should have said


There’s a wind rolling through, it spits and crackles like a death rattle caught 
In the back of my throat
I breathe in through my coat
In this hazy dusk the dust swirls like a halo but it’s more like 
A shadow of forgotten light
Glimpsed through eyes shut tight

There’s something about this cloud
That lets it sink above me like my own funeral shroud

And I have counted
10 long years
Since I felt the rain like tears on my cheek
I wasted all our years
I wonder why I had to be so weak
(Now I’m afraid to sleep)

Forgive me I am old as this torn photo in my hand
Forgive me I lay down when you told me that we should take a stand
Forgive me that I live while you are slowly turning into sand
At least it was so dark that I could never see what they had planned
Instead I clung to shiny things that I didn’t understand

And now this is all I am

(When you just can’t seem to get a good night’s sleep
Come get a good deal down at Mattress Pete’s)

Shiny Things (original song)

I just got a baritone uke! It has the most beautiful resonant deep sound ever.  Love love love.

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The best day of my life 
I was lying in the sand at dawn
The sun came quick and warm to me
I felt the driftwood, smooth and strong

You were in the air all around me
You were the salt in the cracks of a shell
I had a heart that was beating, beating
My troubles washed out in the rising swell 

Oh how little I know that I don't know
One breath today and another on Tuesday
Oh how much to love and how much to show?
One death today and another on Tuesday 

The worst day of my life
I was lying in the sand at dawn
The sun came quick and warm to me
But you were dead, dead and gone 

Little crabs dug their home all around me
Tangled seaweed poured in with the tide 
I had a heart that was beating, beating 
You had a heart that was rotting inside 

Oh how little we know that we don't know
One breath today and another on Tuesday
Oh how much to love and how much to show?
One death today and another on Tuesday

Tuesday (original song) (demo)

I dreamed a dream (cover)

A little while ago I decided to start learning the ukulele... it's small and I'm small, so we seemed like a good pairing. I hope to make up with enthusiasm for what I lack in skill. Happy listening!

(I also have an interest in spoken word, so there will be a little of that here too.) 

Neighbour Cat - Mental Diary Of A Cat Forlorn (ORIGINAL)

Sarah Quigley

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