Homemade Wine

by Penelope Swales

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Swallow 07:38
Swallow © Penelope Swales 1997 Warm air, strong sun, warm wind Is pouring in the door of this house That some other people call home I am alone, there’s no-one home I can see on the opposite hill The ripplin’ rill, the sweet sunshine And the North wind are playing Makin’ rollin’ waves In the waist-high golden grass As Spring comes to this land People take the warm, glad soil in their hands But I have no patch to dig and my home is Wherever I now stand And y’know, I just wanna go home But I have no such destination, Just a vague location in mind I’m tired and I can feel it’s time I’ve still so far to go til I can make it mine As people make their Summer plans And I’m listening to them, I feel so forlorn Coz I’m still living in the Winter wind To begin my Spring, I must first find a home When I see the nests people have made for themselves My sore heart swells I get all maudlin Homesick for a place that no longer exists Where someone else dwells, I must move on This driftin’ around is all very well But it’s startin’ to tell on me I must make something for myself And when will my actions Get in step with my desires I worked so hard so I could leave And now I’m yearnin’ for those home fires I have these conflicting needs For freedom and for somewhere quiet I guess I’m still adjusting to this Post-nuptial life Warm air, strong sun, warm wind Is pouring in the door of this house That some other people call home I’m all alone, there’s no-one home For one sweet hour or more I can take the floor and pretend it’s mine Oh, but when they come back, I must contract And restrict the space I occupy And y’know, I just wanna go home But I have no such destination, Just a vague location in mind I’m tired and I can feel it’s time I’ve still so far to go til I can make it mine And y’know darlin’ I’m longin’ to see your face Not just for a festival or a weekend But to be having you all ‘round the place I long to be sitting strong and stable At my very own kitchen table And watchin’ you walking in Singin’ hello darlin’, how ya been? But for now, I’ll just rest in the sun like a storm-tossed swallow I’m still so far away, and my migration path sways But I’ll get there, one of these tomorrows I’ll rest in a stranger’s house like a storm-tossed swallow While inside me the need and the urgency grow.
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The Old Man in the Rock © Penelope Swales 1997 The younger daughter of a conquering race Walks through a desolate landscape and contemplates Unwilling pioneers that came to this place And what of the people that came before Where did they go when it rains I crawl under a jutting rock for shelter Chorus: And a voice says “Sit down, stay warm, keep dry The rain will be over by and by It’s rare I have a visitor these days Sit tight and listen with me To the sweet sounds of the harmonies Can you hear the spirits singin’ in the rain?” You know I listened And realised I could hear music And see things in the sky If I was religious I mighta thought it was a choir of angels An atheist woulda said it was a trick of the light. Chorus And the spirits sing….. He said “The people who once walked this land Had a name for me and a story But I no longer know where they are” He said “The people who now come walkin’ On the path below look sad and awkward And they just follow the line of the scar” He said “Do you know where my people are?” And I knew only too well Streets and bars and welfare departments And prison cells I suddenly thought – maybe I should leave But he said no, daughter, stay Anyone who listens hard enough can find spirit of place And a voice says “Sit down, stay warm, keep dry They’ll be returning by and by My people will survive, coz they are strong Sit tight and listen with me To the sweet sounds of the harmonies They’ve been singin’ since before you came And they’ll be singin’ after you’re gone Ra-dat-da…..
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Blood in this Stone © Penelope Swales 2007 What good would it do To tell you I miss you I missed you before you left No amount of cajolery, Threats or controllin’ behaviour Could have got you The things that you wanted And I must admit it’s true I’ve wanted to say to you Where’s the man that I fell in love with? But I know that we all have our dark side And this has been yours And the things that you’ve done and you’ve said Are the walls of your torture chamber, yeah. What good would it do To tell you I feel for you I could feel it all along, comin’? No amount of frustration, Tears, joy or elation Could have bound me to you In the ways that you wanted And maybe in parody You might well say to me Where’s the woman I fell in love with And all I can say is she was creation of mine I am way out beyond you Your moment of reckoning Now is upon you And all I can do Is hang my head before you And watch you suffer And I suffer too, But not quite as much as you wish I would And should I never have loved you Just coz I never could have loved you Quite as much as you wanted But for all of your squeezin’ I swear there’s still blood in this stone Oh, for all of your pressure I swear there’s still blood in this stone For all of your anger and jealousy And cruelty so careless I swear there’s still blood in this stone And the things that I couldn’t have said Are the walls of my torture chamber, yeah What good would it do To tell you I love you, And I’ll love you when your love is ashes? But I can’t solve your problems or ease your pain And maybe it would do Some good if I told you I’ve always believed you can cut it But whether you want to’s the question That remains And the things that we’ve done and we’ve said Are the walls of this torture chamber, yeah But for all of this For all of all of this I swear there’s still blood in this stone But for all of this For all of all of this I swear there’s still blood in this stone Oh, for all of this For all of all of this I swear there’s still blood in this stone
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More Real than the Original © Penelope Swales 1997 My memories do me no service In bringing your image to my mind Your image in my mind’s eye Your imprint in my body My memories do me no service In drawing my attention To the little room inside me Where your ghost dwells More real than the original As I stand by this hilltop window That frames the panorama of a silver-laden night The city’s wearing rings upon her fingers A hoop of gaudy jewels around her waist As I observe the magic of a windy full-moon festival I watch, but I do not participate As I watch from this high vantage So do I watch your progress through the crowd Playing the same games with different faces Down among the rhinestones on the horizons distant waist I’ve traced your footsteps with you unknowing I’ve watched you progress through the crowd By subtle questioning and word of mouth I watch but I do not participate Upon the surface, our interaction Like a rapid stream Laughs and bubbles, never lingers Oh, yes, I’m quick on my feet And I’m aware, yeah. I’m aware That looking in at me You see the opposite of what I see looking out My memories do me no service When I make small-talk by your side When I return your smile so wide When you turn away, my eyes trace your lines High on the windy hilltop of my mind I can see you sprawled across The jewel-encrusted breasts of the city I trace your lines between the pinpoints of light Like some ageing astrologer shapes His favourite heroes in the sky I watch you progress through the crowd I watch the montage of your face I watch but I do not participate My memories, they do me great service I recalling your foibles to my mind Through opposing windows, I have opposing views of you How I saw you then How I see you know How I saw you then How I see you know Knowing you like I know you I can only laugh Playing the same games with different faces Dancing the same steps in different places And even so, your image in my mind And even so, your imprint in my body And the little room inside me Where your ghost dwells More real than the original And I still love you, though detached I still desire you, although satisfied I laugh, I laugh at you, and me I laugh, but I do not participate I laugh, but I do not participate
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Starfish 05:24
Starfish © Penelope Swales 1997 Married and divorced and at the age of 26 I’m off to find that lonesome road again To ride around my boundaries Now, I’m not sure just what is left I dunno where those borders lay To make a friend of solitude It’s not an easy task It’s not as if there’ no-one ‘round to love me But I’m aware that all my internal terrain has changed And I don’t know what’s the wasteland What’s the minefield But darlin’ Spring will come again, my love And you’ll find me Sleepin’ like a starfish In the Melbourne Spring mornings Spreadeagled in your bed We will soar together Farther, much farther Than bus or plane could take me But for now, I crave the solitude I’ve always feared I need to make my peace with silence Make a friend of distance Somehow strike a truce will all my inner thoughts Stretch and unfurl in the stillness But I will return This cold city’s in my blood, You know it I will return And you’re the fire that got my Circulation going The fireworks within Are not easily forgotton But it would be so easy To make the same mistakes again So I’m back in the heart Of the sweet Summerland again Gentle hills in which I hide my head I carry the lead weight of illness The dead weight of grief It’s here I can set down my burden And sit in the sun Days go past, my friend and I do nothin’ But sit in the sun And watch the pageant of my thoughts parading The cleaning out within Is only just beginning Darlin’ you don’t need me To make your mind my garbage bin I know you miss me I can feel it in the wind And I miss you You can hear it on the phone line But it would be too easy To make all the same mistakes again I just don’t want to do it that way this time So bravely setting forth at the age of 26 I’m off to find that lonesome road again To ride around those boundaries Now, I’m not sure just what is left Dunno what’s the desert, What’s the wasteland But darlin’ Spring will come again, my love And you’ll find me Sleepin’ like a starfish In the early afternoon Lying on our backs We will talk forever Laugh and joke and marvel At our love for one another I will return This cold city’s in my blood, You know it I will return And you’re the fire that got my Circulation going The blossoming within Is only just beginning Darlin’ I appreciate your patience While I’m dealing with these things
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I thought Judge Dredd was a Cartoon Character © Penelope Swales 1997 When I first saw a real-life gun, I was 15 years of age It was on the hip of a fresh-faced cop At Flinders Street Station As I recall arming the force was a new innovation I was homeless at the time, and overnight The whole feelin’ on the street just changed Is it a threat, or a promise That ugly phallus that you’ve got? 11 years later 33 people have been shot And they all had families And they all had friends And they had enemies on the force And that’s where their Right to be human ends Chorus: I thought Judge Dredd Was a cartoon character Supposed to be a joke But it’s a chilling caricature Judge and jury, prison warden And grisly executioner All rolled into one On the edgy streets of Flemington When Mark Militano was shot His Mother found out from the news When Jedd Houghton was shot They sent plain-clothes cops To video the funeral When his mother went to view the body All his jewellery had been taken He was shot at point-blank range Sleeping in a Bendigo caravan Coz you see, the cops thought Walsh Street May have been revenge After they killed Graeme Jensen Never gave him a chance to answer any questions And although he was dead The papers tried and found him guilty Dead men tell no tales And it makes a good story Chorus The community workers At the local legal centre Made a graph to show how many had fallen Underneath the trigger Y’know it was out of date Only one day later Why so many more in this state, huh? Than elsewhere in Australia Now, I’ve heard that in the raids Before they shot Gary Abdullah A young man was raped with a shotgun A baby slapped right in front of its mother I’ve heard there’s good cops But I’ve also heard there’s bad And darlin’ you know they don’t get A whole lot worse than that Oh, the families waited four long years For the Coroner’s Inquiry And all the got was cover-ups From further up the hierarchy And cops refusing to answer questions On the grounds it may incriminate then If they’re so justified Why does the truth intimidate them? And who are they to tell us Who deserves to live and die They talk about dangerous criminals A menace to society What I’m tryna point out here Is that we all have the right to a Fair trial While far worse criminals Are sitting pretty, high and dry I thought Judge Dredd Was a cartoon character Supposed to be a joke, man But it’s a chilling caricature Judge and jury, prison warden And grisly executioner All rolled into one On the edgy streets of Melbourne And Jeff gives us the Casino And he gives us the Grand Prix And he gives the cops more power Then he tells us that we’re lucky I listen to talk-back radio I tell you that it scares me To hear these sleepy dupes saying That it’s the cops they pity It’s a tough job, yeah But someone’s got to do it It’s a tough job, yeah I wouldn’t wanna go through it It’s the Thin Blue Line Stranger danger, stranger danger The Thin Blue Line But don’t be fooled Coz the cops kills more people Than the robbers ever do (I thought Judge Dredd Was a cartoon character…) Mark Militano, Jedd Houghton, Graeme Jensen Gary Abdullah, Jason Southey, Colleen Richman Frederick Lewis, Helen Merkle, Gerald McGrath, Marama Simon, Stephen Crome The list goes on Judge and jury, prison warden And grisly executioner All rolled into one… Ahh……
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We Danced 04:29
We Danced © Stephen Swales One was a time drowned in tears The cold reign of pain, of fear We mourn for the loss of those years The waste of the sunny days Seen through a leaden haze Once was a man – well he said he was He was God’s choice, he was the boss But he was born to be two feet tall And so not to feel so small He stood on the backs of us all Then came the night that we danced on your grave The night we threw off our chains Drank to the future and damned the dead past You were under the cold ground at last Yes, there were those with their studied grief It wasn’t too hard to see the relief No more pretence that he took as real Love only a fool could feel Given only for what they could steal We came with our faces so grey Masks for the burial day Ah, but as soon as we filled in the hole It’s time to rock ’n’ roll A splendid time had by all It was the night that we danced on your grave The night we threw off our chains Drank to the future and damned the dead past You were under the cold ground at last Ah, but the truth is, We didn’t bury you at all We sent your body to be burned And one fine day Without ceremony We dumped the ashes in a dirty roadside toilet On the way to somewhere else Oh, life is good For the living It was the night that we danced on your grave The night we threw off our chains Drank to the future and damned the dead past You were under the cold ground at last Die di di die di di die di die die Die di di die di di die di die die Drank to the future and blanked out the past We laughed at your passing And damned your dead arse.
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The Wheel 04:51
The Wheel © Penelope Swales 1997 Lost in the maze Of our own fecundity We are strangers to ourselves We spend our lives Trying to avoid creating life An accidental pregnancy is a tragedy In this society There may well be no family For the one left holding the baby We must all try To recreate the tribe And lift this crushing weight of responsibility Aphrodite, Innana, Bridget, Hecate, Isis, Astarte Your precious gifts Have become a curse In a world devoid of all generosity We’re fearful of our future Jealous of the past We envy our forebears Confidence in our continuity And yet for most of us, the odds have been stacked We have been trapped by our own biology How far into the past must we delve To find a land where we enjoyed equality Aphrodite, Innana, Bridget, Hecate, Astarte, Isis, Your precious gifts Were made a curse By those fearful of your power and your secrets Aphrodite, Innana, Bridget, Hecate, Hestia, Isis, We were meant to share The rearing and our secrets I’ll read the fire and sing your names Pray the time here yet remains That we may help the Wheel regain its balance That sanity may yet prevail Singing will replace the wails Greenery cover the rails and beams of this world And the Wheel of Life May yet regain its balance The wheel of love May yet begin to make some sense And the Wheel of Life May yet regain its balance The wheel of love May yet regain its innocence People, don’t you wait too long To act on what you know is wrong Rewrite the rules, rephrase the songs Of this world I’ll read the fire and sing their names Pray the time here yet remains That we may help the Wheel regain its balance
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Something Fragile © Penelope Swales 1997 Oh, what can you say about longing ‘Cept that it exists ‘Cept that it’s here? Oh what can you say About long-standing commitments ‘Cept that they exist And sometimes they interfere? Chorus: Something fragile’s born Something Fragile dies I would be a fool to say I had any claim Or any right Something fragile’s born Something fragile’s born Something Fragile dies Oh what can you say about belonging ‘Cept that it’s elusive? You and I have both been the odd ones out What can you say about understanding ‘Cept that it’s crucial and its rare And I think I know what you’re on about? Chorus Like at tender seedling that I sheltered with my hands Encouraged with my eyes and made a little room in all my plans Something fragile born In the space between us But ah! We were so nonchalant Now you want me to hold on Without the sunshine of your certainty Well, I’m a jaded soul and it may well be too much for me Something fragile’s born Something fragile’s born Something Fragile dies Oh, what can you say about holdin’ on ‘Cept that it exists and some people think it’s foolish? What can you say about living in suspense ‘Cept that it sucks. Yeah well, it does. Something fragile’s born Something Fragile dies I would be a fool to say I had any claim Or any right Something precious born In the space between us But ah, now. Weren’t we nonchalant? Something fragile’s born Something Fragile tries I could be a fool and say I could guarantee it would survive Something fragile’s born Something fragile’s born Something Fragile dies Something fragile’s born Something fragile tries Sometimes fragile things survive Something fragile’s born Something Fragile tries Sometimes fragile things….
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Homemade Wine © Penelope Swales I’m not convinced That I should try to teach you How to speak my language Coz even if it does exist You’ll walk a long way to find Someone else who speaks that language And I watch your hand curled around your glass And I watch you smile into the firelight, yeah She’s drinkin’ homemade wine Oh I’m not convinced That I should try to tell you What I mean I watch your eyes, I watch your glass I watch you smile into the firelight Smile into the night And wonder what strange journey I could take you on If you were not so firmly grounded In this world of soil, of life and toil And homemade wine Homemade wine Courses through my veins Runnin’ rings around my brain And I feel a gulf A yawning void and wonder Now, is that really there? When you look into a good friend’s face And see death Into your lover’s eyes And find no understanding there It holds the bitterness of death Years later, you stare into the fire Curled up like a cat In your homemade haven And I watch your eyes I watch my glass I feel the void and wonder Now, is that really there? Wonder what strange journey I could take you on Of you were not so firmly grounded In this world of soil Of cars and bars and work and pasta Dogs and laughter And olives pickled in oil And don’t forget that homemade wine Don’t forget that homemade wine And I, I wanna scream I wanna shout I wanna shake you And cry – “Listen, listen, listen! This sweet life of yours It will not last It is slipping, slipping away Slipping into the past, And it’s so precious” But you know that Yeah, you know that And I know that So pour me some more homemade wine While I sit and grieve For an old dead friend of mine Fading fast, fading into the past It’s been a long time now And it’s only gonna get longer Longer since I saw him last Only gonna get longer since I last heard him laugh.
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Waterclock 05:18
Waterclock © Penelope Swales Now that I’m feeling strong Look who’s come around to visit me I have said all along That I would never, ever turn my face away And this big waterclock These saltwater tears Spins around To spill and refill again It’s been wheeling inside me Week in and week out Turn around Spill and refill again You have always been Incalculably precious to me Through our friendship and our blossoming Through our hard times And then the time when you turned away from me And started this waterclock These saltwater tears Spinnin’ around To spill and refill again It’s been wheeling inside me Week in and week out Turn around Spill and refill again And I have missed you daily and nightly I’ve missed the insights you brought to my life I have been left face to face with my mistakes And still I think you left me for the wrong reasons Despite all my heresies and treasons Now here we sit, so tentative and quietly In the glow of hindsight, you see What I brought to your life I’ve no desire to rub your face in your mistakes But still I think you left me for the wrong reasons And now you start to see what I mean And I’d love to forgive you But you gotta know That there’s been this big waterclock These saltwater tears Spinnin’ round To spill and refill again And it’s gonna take me A little time to dry out Turn around Spill and refill again It’s been wheeling inside me Day, week and month out And when it turns around It just starts to refill again What is it about you? I, I get on with my life But when you turn around I feel my heart fill again Spin around Spill and refill again Do I pour my love out on the ground? You gotta know
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All the More 04:18
All the More © Penelope Swales 1997 He had eyes, they were big and green I swear they’d seen Into the pit of hell, my love And what he’s seen there He was runnin’ in a race with time What do you do when your hate runs dry? I dunno, coz I’ve never been there In the heart behind the barrel of the gun Writhes dilemmas that can break a human soul Somehow he’d survived, Yeah, not quite dead inside, No, all the more painfully alive He had hair, it was long and wild it was the symbol that he no longer was What he’d been in there He had hands, they were strong and fine So much more delicate than mine They were lined With scars from teeth and knives Who knows what demons drive beneath the surface? So much anger must have sprung from so much pain Somehow he’d survived, Yeah, not quite dead inside, No, all the more painfully alive He said to me, “Hey, y’know, no-one joins the army So they can scrape up their friends And put them in small plastic bags.” He said to me “Y’know, I live with my own conscience People judge me But not as much as I have” And he said to me “Y’know I just felt like such an arsehole It was easier to hate the good Coz I can find no good in me But when it came to it, I just couldn’t pull the trigger And I’m just lucky that he never aimed at me” Oh, he had love It was deep and wide and desperate His salvation, his demise When he’d been in there Couldn’t seem to give enough Or soak up enough tenderness To compensate for the years he’d been in there And y’know, he was so gentle, he said “Are you sure this isn’t hurting you?” I said “Darlin’ love can be as vigorous as violence I don’t think I need fear anything from you” He had dreams they were bold and bright Of walkin’ in a land of Southern sunlight Coz he’d never been there He had nightmares every night ‘Bout clutching a dead friend’s body tight He’d awaken to find he was holding mine In the heart behind the barrel of the gun These dilemmas nearly broke a human soul Somehow he’d survived, Yeah, not quite dead inside, No, all the more painfully alive So, will you judge him? Signed at sixteen years of age He’d never known a woman And he’d never held a baby And all loaded up With some romantic ideal All perpetuated by the older generation Some myth, some lie Of manliness and duty Oh, he had eyes, they were big and green I swear they’d seen Into the pit of hell, my love And what he’d seen there
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Almond Eyes 06:18
Almond Eyes © Penelope Swales 1997 Young men leave the room So nonchalant, so casual, but we All know where they’re going to We who stay behind roll our eyes What can you do? My friend, I’m not impressed To come back to town to find you like this And I can see that you’re embarrassed You say you’ll pull through Oh god, I hate to see these pinholes in your life I know you hate it too You’ve been playing with it for years My friend, you must have, You must have got careless Blasé my love, You never thought That you’d get caught Caught up in it You know, I’ve grown out of this Ten years ago, I must admit I was impressed and I, I took it seriously Now I just think it’s stupid and it’s ugly It’s no good to say – will you ever learn Coz you have learned, and I know that you know better That’s not the point There is no point It’s just not that simple To break loose of this particular fetter You have almond eyes And a weakness for it besides And I have eyes for you I have a weakness for you And I know that you’re partial Oh, my friend, oh my dear friend What are you doing? Oh, my friend, you’re one of my best friends What the hell do you think you’re doing? Friends die, it’s not enough The loss of priceless individuals is no Deterrent from this stuff We all know it’s dangerous Some think it’s glamourous But you, you’ve been around for years And I know that you know better Generation after generation gets into this shit If you can’t learn from other people’s mistakes You’ll just wind up up to your neck in it It’s like there’s some kind of fucked machismo Say’s you’re piking out if you don’t do it And I’m here to say That’s just 24-carat bullshit You return, I leave the room I can handle it, but I’m not gonna watch you do it It makes me feel sick And all you say, all that you say Is that you’ll pull through it I think you could pull through it Oh, young men leave the room So nonchalant, so purposeful, but we All know what they’re going through Oh, yeah, mmm-hmm Ahhh – we all know what you’re up to
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Turning Point © Penelope Swales Thirty’s a turning point for some But not for him, he still thinks he’s immortal He said to me “But you’ll be back again, though, won’t you?” I said to him “You still count on that, don’t you?” Death’s a turning point for some But not for him, he still doesn’t realise they’re finite, they’re fragile I said to him “Oh, well – where are they all now then?” He said “They’re just out there, living their lives” I said “You still count on that, don’t you?” Love me while you may I may not be around another day Love’s a turning point for some But not us, our love got caught in the gears of his motivation I said “My love is real, I’ll find a way somehow” He said “Look, I love you, but I really don’t have the time right now” What do you say to something like that? When you’re lost out here Friendship and connection is tenuous and it’s precious When you’re lost out here It may well be all we have In the barren future, diversity of heart May be the only diversity left Let’s dare to be precious to each other Loss is a turning point for some But for me, well, I just don’t know where to turn I could have turned away, turned inwards, turned inside out Still, I turned to you, and you said “Look, I’ve changed my mind, now” Thirty’s a turning point for some But not for him, he still doesn’t realise, we’re finite, we’re fragile I said, “Even if we can’t be lovers, let’s stay in touch” He said “Look, I love you, but I really don’t have the time right now” And he said to me “But you’ll be back again, though, won’t you?” I said to him “You still count on that, don’t you?” When does it cease to be worth the effort?
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Turns to Permanence © Penelope Swales 1997 I’ve seen them come from overseas with fever eyes Chafing at the sameness of home Amidst the joy, the squeals of welcome, there is already a restlessness We have to promise ourselves we will go again But before you know it Everything you touch turns to permanence We put down roots, entwine our limbs and minds Thoughts of going away Pale in the light of the everyday The dream recedes, and you’re left beached in your own land We come back changed To the people who have stayed the same But in time, our difference erodes The bright, rough-hewn, immediate reality of the road Becomes but dim memories Of a time that was all but wasted And before you know it Everything you touch turns to permanence We put down roots, entwine our limbs and minds Before you know it Big eyes are looking at you anxiously If you even mention the thought of going Dreams and visions fade Pale in the light of the everyday Along with the meaning in the photos of faces You’ll never see again You get sick of telling Your traveller’s stories again and again You just bow your head and take your place. I’m come aware That there’s someone curled asleep inside me The traveller is a different girl She lives on her wits When her bright-lit mind’s alive inside mine She sleeps fitfully, She tosses and turns Coz before she knew it Everything she touched turned to permanence She put down roots, and her mind became mine Her dreams and visions faded Pale in the light of the everyday She’s like a little embryo suspended in my mind Oh….

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Recorded independently and then distributed by Black Market Music, this is Penelope's third album on CD.

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released January 7, 1997

Dedicated to my mother, the bravest woman I know

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Penelope Swales Emerald, Australia

Penelope Swales has been articulating the human condition with passion and humour for 30+ years. She sings about politics, love, friendship, the unbreakable bond between us and dogs and the impact of the Internet on society. She won the 2019 Alistair Hulett Songs for Social Justice Award with “Cambridge Analytica”. “The Ides of March in Christchurch" was short-listed for the same award in 2020. ... more

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