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Still Raging Storm

Still Raging Storm
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Music by Sunniva Brynnel & Julia Turner
Lyrics by Julia Turner

He was sent away from war
Sent away from his family
On the surface they were saving him
But his war was just beginning
A battle for his daily bread
A battle to stay warm
A young boy with no one to comfort him
He had no shelter from the storm

Years on the storm still rages
Rain pounds at his heart
In the light he hides it
But at night he cries out in the dark

As a young man he was scared
As a young man he was petrified
Forced to jump out of a plane
To jump into the great unknown
He battled with his sanity
He battled with his nerves
A young man with no one to comfort him
He was thrown into the storm

Years on the storm still rages
Rain pounds at his heart
In the light he hides it
But at night he cries out in the dark

With his children he was comic
But the whiskey made him harsh
One minute he would laugh with them
The next tear them apart
As he battled with the bottle
And they battled for his heart
Never sure he’d be there to comfort them
They were anxious from the start

Years on the storm still rages
Rain pounds at their hearts
They tried their best to hide it
But they still hear his cries in the dark

As an old man he’s a spend thrift
As an old man he is proud
Never faced up to his demons
Never voiced his fears aloud
And so still he fights his battles
They will always haunt his dreams
An old man with no one to comfort him
As sad as it seems

Within him the storm still rages
Rain pounds at his heart
In the light he hides it
But at night he cries out in the dark and

Within them the storm still rages
Rain pounds at their hearts
They tried their best to hide it
But they still hear his cries in the dark

Fear of Music

Fear of Music

I got this fear, I got this fear, I got this fear.
I got this fear, I got this fear, I got this fear.

I got this fear of music
A fear of my own voice
A fear that the next note I sing
Will be a school girl choice

I got this fear of starting
Can’t give myself the space
‘Cos if I haven’t done the practice
Then I’ll never win this race

I got this fear, I got this fear, I got this fear.
I got this fear of singing
That I’ll be told to stop
A fear someone might hear me
That makes the volume drop

I got this fear of failure
A fear I’ll be found out
A fear of bright exposure
That fills me with doubt

Cos I’m the institution’s failure
One of those whose nerves were broke
They told me that my licks weren’t jazz
My playing was a joke
And now I’m trembling in the sidelines
As my critics lie in wait
My mind’s a broken record of perpetual self-hate.

I got this fear of music
A fear of letting go
I’m never in the moment
And I’m scared someone will know

I got this fear of speaking
Casts shadows on my heart
A fear that as the lights come up
I’ll be torn apart

But I’ve just gotta lose this feeling
I’ve just gotta lose this fear
I’m gonna say it here and now
For everyone to hear
I refuse to be scared of music
Gotta give myself a break
Life is full of music that together we create

I throw off my fear of music
Take pleasure in the sound
Just wanna hare the harmony
With everyone around
I refuse to be scared of music
It’s there for everyone
Take joy in exploration
And don’t answer to no one

I have no fear, I have no fear, I have no fear.
I have no fear, I have no fear, I have no fear.

Man Gonna Wander

My Man Gonna Wander    Julia Turner 2013

My man gonna wander, my man gonna roam
My man gonna wander, my man gonna roam
And when he sees no woman can fix his insatiable need
He’s gotta free himself from the flotsam and the weed.

He goes to the doctor she says ‘why are you here?’
He says ‘I’m in pain doc, won’t you lend me your ear?’
But as she pulls out a packet, says ‘take one of these everyday’
He feels a hole in his pocket but the pain won’t go away.

My man gonna wander…

He calls up his mother she says ‘ where have you been?’
So long since he saw her, there’s worlds in between
And as he here’s her voice he’s reminded how she used to preach
When emotionally she was always out of reach.

My man gonna wander…Vocal ad lib…Violin solo
His wife thinks he’s selfish says he’s lost his way
So long since he saw her, though they pass everyday
As he looks round at his life he finds it’s tangled in lies
And as the earth tremors he hangs his head and cries

Cos there’s a pain in his pelvis, there’s a pain in his heart
A volcano is pouring molten lead from his past
Coming o close to death he finds he’s lost all fear
And as the dust settle the road ahead is clear

My man gonna wander… x 2

Untangle his heart, untangle his wants and needs
He’s got to free himself from the flotsam and the weed.

City Synchronicity Lyrics

1. Busker’s Songsq pic
Melodies rise as the traffic roars
Well I’d rather be out here than stuck indoors
Harmonies vie for the street side
Oh what a way to ease my mind

Street side in the summertime
These melodies run through my mind
Lucky me I’ve got the time
To sing as children dance on the street side

Chorus

Standing under clear blue skies
Sunshine brings the girls and the guys
Lucky me I’ve got the time
To sing as lovers recline on the street side

Outside in the summer sun
The heat is getting to everyone
Lucky me I’ve got the time
To sing as a sax man burns up the street side

Chorus

Too much work is just perverse
I think I’ll just sing one more verse
Lucky me I’ve got the choice
To sing whenever, wherever I lay my hat

 

2. Desk Dweller Bluesoffice_phone1
Driving to the desk
Endless phone calls wait for me
I’ll be there all day

Yesterday was warm
Outside in the sunlit streets
Now I’m stuck inside

Stuck inside with the desk dweller blues
Spinning haiku
I’ve only been here three days but I’ve got ‘em bad
I’ve got the desk dweller blues

Northern winds catch dust
Lift it to my window pane
Inside it is still

Repetition bores
One call ends, another looms
Sick of this same line

Chorus

Feel like a zombie
Always staring at this screen
Makes my vision blur

Ringtones intersperse
Fairground music, put on hold
It’s driving me mad

Chorus

Leaving there in haste
With relief I reach the door
Out in the fresh air

My head starts to clear
As I walk along Southbank
The sun is shining

As I walk away those desk dweller blues
All day long I’ve been spinning haiku
Counting syllables keeps me sane
When I’ve got the desk dweller blues.


3. NanNan
The last time I saw you, you seemed quite chirpy
Telling me of the world you saw true
Telling me of the comings and goings
Of people and ghosts from a life you once knew

The last time I saw you the girls were on lunch
They’d been sewing all day and all night in your room
They’d been terribly noisy and though you complained
I could see you took comfort in their rattle and hum

The last time I saw you there’d been renovations
Banging to build you a boxing ring
The banging continued when boys came to box
‘Cor what a racket, they don’t ‘alf make a din’

The last time I saw you I smiled at your stories
Though far fetched they harked back to the past
Your beloved Frank and his passion for boxing
Your skills as a seamstress passed down from your mum

The last time I saw you the nurse had been lying
She said it was six when it must have been nine
As time slips and trips you play out your life story
Clearing your mind for the end of the line

 

4. My Victorian BoyfriendVictorian boyf (gran)
My Victorian boyfriend has a pipe
He bought it with our last blue note
He rarely smokes it, but often sits, pipe in lips
A mock stern expression on his brow

My love was meant for another era
He doesn’t like phones or the Internet
He yearns for a time when people wrote letters
And when met wore waistcoats and epaulettes

My Victorian boyfriend likes to recite
Poetry prose and haikus alike
He’ll speak with clear diction and accented phrases
He won’t need persuading to take to the floor

My love is now my husband
He wooed me with old-fashioned wit and charm
Here in Melbourne he’s closer to history
He’s a real Victorian man with a wife on his arm

 

5. Girl With A TrumpetSunniva portrait square
He stood by the boat out on the bay
I stared and hoped he might look my way
He smiled and my heart leapt
But he can’t stay

I moved a if I might go towards him
He turned as if he might come my way
We smiled and my heart bled
For he can’t stay

 

6. Sweet Guitar_MG_0055
My calluses are softening
Nails growing long
Without you to please
I am letting myself go

I want to hold you close
And to warm your neglected core
Caress you with my fingertips
‘Til the skin is red and raw

I tried to write a song today
Without you it was bland
I wrote down all the ways you please me
You’re always so understanding

Without your harmonies I become frustrated
Don’t know how to ease this itch
Without your sweet vibrations I’m lonesome
You put my senses at fever pitch

Without you these harmonies wouldn’t even exist
I can’t be without you for too long
My sweet guitar

 

7. Fred WilliamsFred-Williams-Upwey-Landscape
Wondering through the gallery
In a daze
A well of emotion is bubbling and popping within me
This is where I need to be
Each painting is meaningful, beautiful and infinitely calming
As I stand and I look, I can forget.

Forget reality, but live in a new one, a calm one
Surrounded by colour and texture
These Infinite Horizons draw me in
And as I am guided away I feel calmer
But as a hand guides me out towards the door
I feel an urge to turn around and bolt right back
Back to Fred Williams and live inside his paintings
For now
For now, I can forget.

 

8. Down Timedown time pic
Things were good, I had coins to spare
I sang to all who would listen, without a care
I was learning fast, each day a milestone
But when life threw shit my way, I felt too exposed

Dr Don’t Care didn’t try to see
He just showered me with drugs that didn’t work for me
I tried to stay calm, tried to stay upbeat
But singing in the street isn’t always easy

I need some down time
I need some down time
Life is getting too much
I need some down time

I powered on, didn’t want to give up
Until my body reacted and my glands shot up
Well they say thing come in threes
I grieved for my nan, my broken family
And now my teeth are giving me grief

I need some down time
I need some down time
Life is getting too much
I need some down time

 

9. City Synchronicitythebikeshed
I met her on my first shift waiting tables
We chatted as she showed me the ropes
She said she’d lived in my new suburb until just last week
But what’s weird is I’d just moved into her old house

Ten thousand miles from home
Here in Melbourne where the cafes thrive
It’s a big city but a small world
When just days ago she slept in this same room

Waiting at the tram stop we saw another couple
And when no tram came they offered us a lift
On the road to the city we ask where are they headed
Turns out we’re all going to one tiny basement jazz gig

Ten thousand miles from home
Here in Melbourne where the culture’s high
It’s a big city but a small world
When these musicians live just steps from my front door

I saw him at the bike shed down the creek
As I put down the spanner to wipe my cheek
I heard ‘Can I borrow that?’
I looked up dumbstruck
Because standing there was a guy I went through school with

Ten thousand miles from home
Here in Melbourne where the streets are flat
It’s a big city but a small world
When Jimmy Keen turns out to be my neighbour

 

10. Cutlery shedSam Young Cutlery
I’m banished to the cutlery shed
Where I sing, sing sing as I sort my forks.
Yeah I’m banished to the cutlery shed
Where I sing, sing sing as I sort my forks.

Well I sort my forks and I sort my knives
and in them I see clear reflections of my life.
My fake smile and my corporate shirt,
I’ve got to find me some meaningful work.

Where I’m not banished to the cutlery shed etc…
Polish, polish ’til they’re nice and shiny,
But wait a minute ‘cos this one is grimy.

What’s this smeared all over my spoon?
This cutlery must have been washed by baboons,
Or more likely it was just some guy,
Who spent the night asking how, when and why

Was I banished to the cutlery shed etc…

I try to ignore the rumbling of my tummy,
I try to forget how much I miss my mummy.
I try to remember what I came here for,
Why am I always asking for more?
I left my home for this far-off continent
And if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s to live in the moment….

That’s why I’m singing as I polish my cutlery
And as I sing I compose a song.
‘Cos if I’m singing as I polish my cutlery
Then at least this shift won’t seem quite as long.

 

11. Little oneholding hands
Little one as yet unborn
What can I offer as the party ends?
Will you find the beauty?
In this land bled dry as the weather is closing in.

Mother have the courage to bear me
I might be someone who’ll find
Some kind of answer
To the problems past generations have left behind

But baby when you’re ten years old
Will there still be hands to hold?
Who’ll provide the answers?
In a world that’s getting darker every day.

Mother born in this strange time
I will learn to guide us
I will hold your hand
Though dark to you this world is all I ever knew

Darling on your twenty-first
Will your young heart die of thirst?
Will your chest be full of fury?
As the Fat Cats die and they leave their mess behind.

Mother there’s no time for hate
We must push for progress
Now’s the time to act
Though we’ll struggle I see brighter times ahead.

 

12. Maya’s Song404890_10151156336425640_979957956_n
Hmmm…Hum yourself to sleep
…As I’m walking you are humming
Humming yourself to sleep
…humming

Sleep little monkey girl
Sleep softly as I carry you along
Drift off in the fading light
And when you wake up you’ll be back in your own room

Hmmmm etc…

Hush now my sleepy sweet
Shhh, as if back in the womb
Hug me like a young ape
As we walk dark streets where lamps light up the gloom

Hmmmm etc…

Sleep little happy thing
Sleep as humming courses through our bones
Be lulled by rhythmic footsteps
And the interplay of heart and feet and moon

Hmmmm etc…