From 'Snow White and the Seven Sins', Laughing Monkey, 2011
Written by moi!  Music performed and arranged by Roisin Lee
 ... be warned: some of the backing vox were recorded with a Guitar Hero mic ... oh, and it's a bit saucy .....................

Lyrics be these:

What's in my bag signor?
Well dearest, por va vor,
Come have a feel, for sure
You'll find a little something pleasing.

Whether in or out,
They'll flock from miles to clout
Their grubby mits about
A little saucy something, please!

In momma's bag today,
You'll find a vast array,
They all go hip-hooray
To satisfy their sticky fingers.

Have a sneaky peak,
Sir: take it on the cheek,
By god, they'll queue for weeks
To get the naughty little things in momma's bag.

Why cross the world to find nirvana?
Why sail the seas in search of swag?
Don't go no further than Big Momma's,
You'll find the best things in her ... big ... fat ... bag ...

What's in my bric-a-brac?
A cheeky nic-or-nac?
A bit of tit for tat?
You'll never know until you've grappled with

My bag, signor,
No matter rich or poor,
There's objet da galore,
When they come to have a handle on my bag.

Why spend your life in search of treasure?
Why waste your time on some old blag?
When round the corner, for your pleasure,
You'll find the best things in Big Momma's bag (key change ...)

To finish off, signor,
Though times are rough and raw,
They always beg for more,
From that black hole made of cotton,
Little trinkets: good and rotten,
All life's woes will be forgotten,
Come and get that thing you're wanting ...

From my baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!!

What's in my Bag?

BBC - Radio Norfolk Stephen Bumfrey - 23092014

BBC Radio Norfolk - Stephen Bumfrey, Breaking Belief Live In Session 1

15.12.2016 - DTCo - DW Bumfrey

Song for the summer ... and probably ripped off -- chanelling Carole King ...

He talks of therapies and contemplates these lies,
They all cry 'Genevieve, don't take him back this time'.
Listens to the stories and she can't let go,
Too late now everybody knows,
And still she's sat here ...

Trying to catch his eye,
Underneath this blurred
Pineapple sky,
She plunders all this hurt
And makes the pleasantries of old,
Oh Genevieve, is this what you really wanted?
What you really needed?
Tap your head till you believe it
And send this husk away.

He will not find it there,
(And he lies and he lies and he lies)
She will not rise from here,
(And she lies and she lies and she lies),
Turn away from the summer, from the unexpressed,
Too late now it's come into your head,
Oh Genevieve are you ...

Trying to catch his eye,
Trying till it hurts,
Quiet angry sighs
Bely this eager curse
And sink the jealousies untold,
Oh Genevieve, don't tell me that you want it,
Tell me that you need it,
You're trying harder to believe it,
Just come right out and scream it.

Genevieve,
Genevieve,
Genevieve,
Take your shoes and run ... un ... un ... un!

Genevieve - Version 1 - Reduxa (Stereo)

Not quite finished - an attempt at an epic which has come out a bit sloppy ... like the lyrics!  Also voice goes at the end ... still nautical cliches ahoy!  And the word is MASTICATE!

Hello Mr Sailor,
Come to save me from this wreck,
Won't you stoke this tired engine back to life again?
My system failed to 
Secure the catches caught,
I was broken on this wheel - a regret in every port

But no more abandon ship, oh,
I'm dropping my anchor in, so ...

Blow winds and crack your chins,
I kiss the able-bodied seaman goodbye,
Boatswain - I pull your rusted chain,
Across the table, saw the demon in your eye.

Now my morals are much looser than my lips,
I can ill-afford this salt upon my chips ... or the vinegar ...

Farewell foreign waters,
Now the salty spray has passed,
There's a shot across the bows as I shimmy up the mast.
This wheel of fortune 
Takes the weary trav'ller in,
Now of grog there is a plenty - I don't know where I begin.

I crawl up the gang-plank to find you,
I'm leaving the shanties behind to ...

Blow in and crack these shins,
I kiss the able-bodied seaman goodbye,
Firstmate - no urge to masticate,
Across the table, saw the demon in your eye.

Ooooooh -- la la la
Ooooooh -- la la la 

Heave-ho and up he'll rise,
I kiss the able-bodied seaman goodbye - repeat x infinity

(Though the fire burns,
The tide will turn you awry.
Though you strive to learn,
The tide will spurn all you try) - repeat, etc, etc, etc ...

Able Bodied Seaman - Version 1

Buggering about with my new toy: an electro acoustic, whoop!  Quality's a bit pants ... as is the playing ... as is the voice ... also I seem to sing 'fart' instead of 'heart!! ... but oh well, 'tis a pleasant enough ditty :-).

Lyrics be these:

I'm struck dumb,
Luck's never been on my side.
When god was giving out his favours,
I was kept inside.
I'm invisible,
Irrelevant, ignored,
Especially by a certain lady,
I'm nothing at all,
but ...

She's the one who makes me swoon
Whenever she is in the room,
My heart speeds up, my head is split,
My nerve spins like an Indersit,
Beside myself, she'll never know
This unrequited love, it grows.
The sky will crack, the ocean's bleed
Before she'll ever notice.

Maybe tomorrow - I'll know what to say.
Maybe tomorrow - she'll look my way,
And yet today, as the day before,
She doesn't even notice me at all.

I'm a loser in a world 
Where winners always get the girl,
I try and try, and still I fail - 
As alluring as a killer whale.
She's the girl who haunts my head,
My speech is slurred, my face is red
My heart for her is opening
And still she'll never notice.

Maybe tomorrow - maybe she'll see,
Maybe tomorrow - her and me
And yet today, as I rise and fall,
She doesn't even notice me at all

PAx3