Everything Under The Sun

Somewhere else
That's where I'd rather be tonight
Counting those beans wasnt quite up my street
Been round the block all those times you see

Look at me now
Back of a pantomime cow
Hidden away with my head in the past
kidding myself that Im not going to miss her at all

Where's that giant
He's behind you
Slay that giant
He's behind you
Oh no he isn't
He's behind you

Hard to walk
Behind another mans stride so broad
Just as I left she asked him to stay
Dastardly prince took my beauty away

Back in the wings
Peek through the curtains what do I see
My beautiful girl is led to her seat
By the bull of a man wholl laugh at my comedy teats

As she turns with the ice cream on her lips
She is laughing as they lead her to the door

Some day I'll have a different part to play
Cos I miss her and I need her here tonight




Pantomime Cow

Shaft of light between the shades
Penetrates 
My eternal night curtailed.

Now this light falls at my feet
Drawing me
“Come walk out the door, be free, be free”

Oh what I’ve been missing these years,
To feel the breeze cool my face
And not be kept in a jar like a bug

Come collect just like a bird
Fly away
Please return another day

Take the gifts placed in the tree
Begging you
Just look up and smile tonight, tonight

Oh what I’ve been missing these years,
To feel the breeze cool my face
And not be kept in a jar like a bug

7 gifts placed in the tree just begging you to smile
7 gifts placed in the tree just begging you to smile at me.

When the drunk comes calling
I will be there
When he drags you down to the floor
I will be there

I can stand alone in the house
But I know the feeling that feeling you're close

So I'll stay behind the door
I'll never venture out so far and give you anymore


7 Gifts

Swallow Song

Penguins march alltogever

A song about writing songs on a slow songwriting day.

words & music by Ian Bartholomew/Greg Atkinson

Winter Sun

In 1904, a boy by the name of Randall Moore
Took his girl to the Redcar shore and he got down on one knee
And he said will you marry me.
Well she said yes and took his hand and they walked the breadth of Coatham sand
And they walked the length to see the ships
Nobody can stop us now girl, nobody can stop us now
There’s work down Darbys watch me now, nobody can stop us now.

The week before young Moore would wed a thunderstorm, the sky like lead
The powder monkey cursed the rain and blessed the subterraneans
At the face the deputy checked the sound with his bar and said to bring it down
There’s a day’s work there boys, twenty tonne, nobody can stop you now 
But all around the busting stone did cause the props and baulks to groan
The whole damned lot was on the creep nobody can stop it now boys 
nobody can stop it now, it’s on the creep you’re in too deep nobody can stop it now

Oh the work’s bred in and the work’s brayed out a boy goes down and a man comes out
That’s the way it goes …And the grass grows up and it covers the scars, is there a monument to mark 
does anybody know or even care about those bloody hills there

Well they found the keystone with the pinch and eased it out inch by inch 
That’s when young Moore’s luck ran out for he slipped when his mate did give the shout
From the wagon ledge he tried to leap but fell and landed in a heap and stared up disbelievingly
For no man can beat gravity the falling ironstone marking fate and chalking up another mate

They say they had to shovel him up onto the stretcher to the path the men downed tools and led him out on Widows Row they held him low and covered up they laid him down and put their miner’s lanterns round and they said a prayer for Randall Moore they said a prayer for Randall Moore.

Oh the work’s bred in and the work’s brayed out a boy goes down and a man comes out that’s the way it goes and the grass grows up and it covers the scar, is there a monument to mark save daffodils on bloody hills
In 1904, a boy by the name of Randall Moore took his girl to the Redcar shore and he got down on one knee and he said will you marry me.

The Ballad Of Randall Moore - guitar version

A little bluesy song about Ursula Sontheil, aka, Old Mother Shipton who was born in a cave beside the River Nidd in Knaresborough, North Yorkshire in the fifteenth century. The Dropping Well beside the cave turns objects to stone...

Soothsayer, witch or prophetess..?

http://www.mothershipton.co.uk

Girl From The Nidd (Old Mother Shipton's Blues)

From 'Civil Insolencies'
a poem written and read by Bob Beagrie with music by SJ Forth.

The Parliamentarian recruits under Sir Hugh Cholmley continue their forced march across the North York Moors toward Guisborough to meet the Royalists in Battle on 16th January 1643.

Procession

Poem written and read by Bob Beagrie, sung vocals by Sara Dennis, throat singing by Kev Howard, recorded and arranged by S J Forth.

Visitation

Vivid Sunset

Peg Powler: Spirit of the Tees

Sara Dennis - Vocals/Ukulele/Harmonium/Guitar

@saradennismusic

Former Members:

Ian Bartholomew(Guitar/Vocals)
Graham Brotton (Double Bass)
Margaret Forward (Fiddle/Vocals)
David Pratt (Percussion, BVs)
Mike Wallbank (guitars/mandolin/bouzouki)

Socials:
@pegpowlerband

Email contact:
saradennis@live.co.uk

Swallow Song

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