I wrote this last spring in my I heart songwriting club  -then had the pleasure of hanging with Lukas Drinkwater in his studio where he added stuff to the demo ( no such thing as a demo) and voila! It's a great song for welcoming in the Spring here in the Northern hemisphere. Happy Days .

The Grass Isn't Going To Cut Itself ( You Know)

Wrote  and recorded as part of the weekly Iheartsongwritingclub "Latitude' week. Lukas Drinkwater came and added and mixed ..Love this track so much.
LYRICS
I  often dream of  an Estuary
 river connects to the open sea
River rain dilutes the salty tide
I walk gently along the icy  riverside
 
recurring dream..same estuary...and it is real   ...  on my degree 
CHORUS 
52nd parallel north has always been my home
but if I  chose to sail along it's  latitude
find the  estuary  with all its magnitude 
52nd parallel north could still be my resting place 
In New-found Land ...I always dream of  


I often drowin in saltwater tears 
(I can't find home
 never really had one)
It doesn't  get  easy crossing off the  years?
(I can't find home)
 I dream one day I  will feel the ground
(I can't find home
 never really had one)
Know its  the place that's  homeward bound

52nd Parallel North

written by Gitika Partington refined with the help of Lukas Drinkwater
the seed was sown by Iheartsongwritingclub with a word -
LYRICS
I felt the spark Felt the heat  I  could have ignored Could have avoided it  The heat called me in  couldn't resist it I could  have missed it ... It was a spark Turned to a flame Temperatures are riding high Darkest smoke fills scarlet skies It was a lark A dangerous game  Mama told me  don't play with fire  I've gone and done it again... (This ain't  love love love in this heat We're  just burning up lost the heartbeat) x2 heartbeat heart beat   I burned my  heart  lost the beat  I  could have turned away But I chose to stay The sparks drew me in  Now I am ashes  Everything crashes-  around me

IT WAS A SPARK

Check out my band 3 Bucket Jones  https://3bucketjones.bandcamp.com/album/catch-my-breath-album-5 https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/3bucketjones/the-singles-2017-2018 (visit)
Share on Twitter I had a dear friend Pete who sadly died a couple years ago..I have not seen him for decades but something stuck he said which was if the 'up was worth the down' whether it be an experience  a relationship or imibing something  you would do it. SO that was the starting point.. Thannks to lovely Lukas Drinkwater again.
LYRICS 
No hangover the morning after. No regrets,   after  honeymoon laughter. I want to invent a pill that only gives you spark. I want to invent a day that never fades into dark. no raven night after the sunniest time   no nasty side effects after saying you're mine I want  to invent a pill that only gives you a  spark I want to invent a day that never fades into  dark. Gonna  spend more time with you, Peter said that  the up’s worth the down. I'd wake up to days brand, new Peter said that  the up’s worth the down  that   the love it will  keep coming a round  No lyrics for the second verse I got no time No yin and yang no minus and plus sign

Peter Says

its a song about tea duelling as fabulous steampunk activity you can read more about here  https://www.ministryofsteampunk.com/tea-duelling

the song develops quite nicely so give it time to develop and you will be singing along at your next competition!

LYRICS
we dont  want it to crumble

we dont  need it to fall

there's no room for a stumble 

the winner  takes  it all


so we're  facing each other  

horizontal hold

cookies buscuits  what ever

we got to fight for  gold


we dunk 

we wait

our  breath is ......bait-ed

we dunk 

we know

someones malted milk is gonna go 


we are the tea duellers

got to keep our biscuit intact

we are the tea duellers

The malted milks are under attack


we are the  tea duellers

hold our buscuits under the tea

we are the  tea duellers

who will crumble  first will it be you or me?

Week 186. We Dunk

another 'song of the week' that got refined with the help of Lukas Drinkwater  on bass  drums acoustic guitar and extra vocals
LYRICS 
my life   the lifeboat    rescued from the sea untie  old ropes    love and harmony  pocket full of  sand   tightly in my hand  skip  through la la land  sing off key my heart   the  rowboat   souls upon the shore walk my lover's tightrope what is mine and what is yours  memories  to dust     needs turn to  must  sailing over gusts in  stormy tides I'll be home in time for  bells pocket full of sand  pockets full of shells  draw a line  down on the beach hold  my heart we feel the  peace  we'll breath together  in and out   wait until the hour glass stills  the clouds  And the sands stop falling x2 and time stands still oh oh oh oh oh x2 moment  of departure tiny grains  of energy tears and then there's  laughter only love will set me free  pocket full of  sand   tightly in my hand  skip  through la la land  sing off key

Time Stands Still

first draft
The Stolen Child - by W B YEATS...
                     
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,

Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
   
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap  
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

THE STOLEN CHILD

The Song of Wandering Aengus
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair 
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

When You Are Old 
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

WHEN YOU ARE OLD

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

LAKE ISLE OF INNESFREE

I am working on tidy playlists..there is one for all my song-a-week and then other tidy playlists will follow ..it like a thrift shop of my songs..you gonna have to have a good rummage ..a great place for a demo  ( there is no such thing as a demo) is what I say. One day I will orgnise into tidy playlists. good luck - I will put the kettle one

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