Season3 Lyrics

 

Time for Change Album 

 

The Hermit

 

Life

 

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THE HERMIT

  

As embers of the fire die down

A ghostly chill fills the darkened room

Shadows play onto the cold stone walls

The silence sounds like an eerie tomb

 

In this gloom of solitude

There’s a loneliness he cannot feel

Content in his isolated world

His mind full of fantasies and dreams

 

Is tomorrow another year?

Is the year another day?

This is no crime

Living life with no respect for time

 

Drifting into the realms of night

He’s escaping to an unknown world

All alone in body, soul and mind

Darkness now defines the edge of time

 

As embers of the fire die down

A ghostly chill fills the darkened room

Shadows play onto the cold stone walls

The silence sounds like an eerie tomb

 

Is tomorrow another year?

Is the year another day?

This is no crime

Living life with no respect for time

This is no crime

Living life with no respect for time

 

 

© Jill Victoria Ellis   1990

 

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LIFE

 

Quote in a newspaper by Margaret Thatcher around 1983

 

 “Life owes me nothing one clear morn

Is good enough for being born

And be it seventy years or ten

No need for me to question when

While life is mine I’ll find it good

And greet each hour with gratitude”

 

Anon

 

Life is too precious

Try not to waste it

Life is far too short

Time is ticking down to nought

Make the most of what you have

 

Live – Life – Then - You’ll - Love Life

 

Life is racing fast away

One day we will depart

So live each and every day

Breath the air don’t waste away

Life is what you make of it

 

Live – Life – Then - You’ll - Love Life

 

Instrumental break

 

Now the time is running out

Everything is slowing down

You look back upon your life

The time with your kids and wife

Did you really give your best?

 

Live – Life – Then - You’ll - Love Life

 

Life is too precious

Try not to waste it

Life is far too short

Time is ticking down to nought

Make the most of what you have

 

Live – Life – Then - You’ll - Love Life

 

 

© Bob Ellis 1990

 

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 SALIGIA Album

 

Hunter

 

Need or Greed?

 

Crazy Paving

 

Poison Ivy

 

Chip Shop

 

Sandstone

 

Stonewashed Blues

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Hunter 

 

Why did you do it?
What made you try?
Why did you steal another mans wife?
What was the motive?
What did you need?
Nothing I fear, just unending greed

 

Never content
With your life with your lot
A beautiful wife your homestead forgot
Is Man the hunter?
For greed or for gain?
Is it all meant to, cause terrible pain?

A trick of nature or genetic flaw?
Please put a lock on that fantasy door

Cage him in, like the lion he roars
Shaking and pacing and hating you more

 

A soul in torment never at peace
Unquenchable sex, like a gluttonous feast
Give him the drug
The junkie his fix
Is it Mans need to play at these tricks?

 

(c) Jill Victoria Ellis 1997

 

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Need or Greed

 

Greed Greed It’s all you need
You fill your life with greed greed
You want this, and you want that
You fill your life with endless tat

You’d rather hoard than give away
Bring me a bucket of greed today

 

“Going cheap, for you my love”
You grunt and you groan and you push and shove
A penny off here and a penny off there
"That's no bargain that’s too dear!”

 

Tempers frayed blood pressure raised
Fight to the counter in triumphant array
That last purchase a must I am sure
Smiles of delight as you push through that door!

 

The good ship greed has sailed back to port
A marathon journey, parcels all bought
Wallets run dry, your shopping needs soothed
Do you need all those boxes? Please face the truth!

 

Is it too painful to look and foresee?
Needs never sated for buckets of greed
Keep piling it in so discontent
Soul-search a reason yet to be spent!

 

(c) Jill Victoria Ellis 1998

 

 

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Crazy Paving

 

I saw him I felt him
I stroked him I smelt him
Too deep for a friendship
Too brief an affair

 

A lifelong commitment already made
The pathway of marriage already paved
He trod so lightly he missed all the cracks
Concrete eroding the loving he lacks

 

The burden of sadness leadens his steps
Unsure of the future where to tread next
Was I the obstacle in his way?
Or a diversion to ease the pains away?

 

The map of love, is his to choose
Which route he takes, I’m sure to lose
Journeys end me a suitcase of guilt
The potholes so deep I’d never rebuild

 

Years of deceit chipping at trust

Constant rain falling a heart full of rust
I knew him saw through him
I loved him I left him

 

(c) Jill Victoria Ellis 2000

 

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Poison Ivy

 

Twisting and weaving, the glorious creeper, grew up the side of my wall
A home it had found rich fertile ground
Glossy green leaves, dew drenched the seeds. Killed all others that lay where they fall

 

Rich vibrant petals, the heady sweet smell, deadened the air with its weight
My tiny weak saplings no strength to survive. Lay dormant and stunned in its wake

Twisting and weaving, the glorious creature, grew into my good life


A home she had found our rich fertile ground. Dazzling her smile. Fooled us all for a while

Rich vibrant colours, her heady sweet smell, deadened our air with its weight
My tiny frail ego no strength for a fight. Struggled through days and hated most nights

 

What did she want? What did she need?
A friend in me? Or my man for her greed?
Her ready laugh, and agile wit. How could he ever be strong to resist?

 

One fine day, the rain washed away, her varnish her soul lay exposed
Her chocolate box eyes hid a veil of despise. The glossy veneer hid a gut full of fear

Decaying and drying, the demonic creature, shrivelled away from my life
A home she had found. Barren lost ground. A soul in unrest a life full of mess

Twisting and weaving, the glorious creeper, grew up the side of my wall
A home it had found rich fertile ground.
Glossy green leaves, dew drenched the seeds. Grew healthy and proud for us all

 

(c) Jill Victoria Ellis 1998

 

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Chip Shop

 

A smouldering cauldron of sizzling fat
Sticks of potato tipped in the vat
Yellow and angry, sizzling and spitting
Like snakes in a pit, writhing and hissing

 

Eyes are a sparkle, grins of pure pleasure
The queues line impatient for troves full of treasure
Golden and crispy, scooped into trays
“Some salt and some malt?” Now time to pay

 

Don’t stop now, we cannot resist
Pie and gravy to go with our chips
Pasties and scampi, sausage and beans
Curries and spare ribs, green mushy peas
Fish in a cake, a bite or some batter
The size of our nation obese getting fatter

 

Cholesterol sky high. Blood pressure rising
Heart attack waiting. Its not surprising
When family meals are a chip shop away

 

A smouldering cauldron of sizzling fat
Sticks of potato tipped in the vat
Yellow and angry, sizzling and spitting
Like snakes in a pit, writhing and hissing

 

Gluttony at worst, for which we have paid

 

(c) Jill Victoria Ellis 2016

 

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Sandstone

 

Dirt encrusted body like a stone amongst the sand
Arms like broken matchsticks legs too weak to stand
Wars amongst our nations bring our children to their knees
Can’t they see the horror, death and terrible disease?

 

At least she’s gone now soul at peace no more pain to stand
Pain in her heart as her babies die
Pain in her gut as the soldiers lie
With her legs torn apart as they take their pleasure

All dignity gone far too great to measure

 

Dirt encrusted body like a stone amongst the sand
Crumbs of bread held tightly in his tiny little hand
Sounds of gentle sobbing from his drying filthy lips
Too weak to cry too scared to move he feels the angel’s kiss

 

Greed amongst the warlords won't it ever end?
Surrender to the battle it’ll never make amends
Power hungry madmen with evil twisted minds
Do they really care about the children left behind?

 

Dirt encrusted bodies like stones amongst the sand

 

(c) Jill Victoria Ellis 1994

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Stonewashed Blues

 

 I need to lose another inch

That fleshy mound I can pinch
I want my hips to rock and roll
Not Stonewashed Blues melancholy moans

 

I’ll take up jogging or maybe the gym
Wear some lycra dream of looking slim
Hand held weights and a Zumba CD. Go to Crossfit or Insanity

 

At school my pace resembled a slug
Sportsdays got stuck in the mud

To fat to fit in with teachers pets
Ball games I languished defending the nets

 

Perhaps some denim will make me feel better
Cotton, elastaine or polyester
Skinny, cropped, straight cut jeggings
Bootcut, boyfriend or low waist leggings

 

Row upon row a confusion in blue
I flick through the hangers select a few
Changing room mirrors laugh and mock
Like a fair funhouse my image a shock


Peeling off denim is such a relief
Exhaustion is near I smile in mischief
I need a chip a sweet or a cake
Stonewashed Blues you’ve made my head ache!

 

(c) Jill Victoria Ellis 1994

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Anchor: ThoughtFlight 

Jonathan Livingston Seagull Album

 

Breakthrough

 

Thought Flight

 

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Breakthrough

 

If I was born a swan
plumage dark as night.
Had I remained an egg
tainted and corrupt.

 

The Elders can't forgive
"You fly to eat to live"
"You fly to eat to live"

 

No matter how I try
this gull just lives to fly
this gull just lives to fly

 

My life has just begun
fishing no longer fun.
I'm not a wrong number
or a young offender.

 

The Elders can't forgive
"You fly to eat to live"
"You fly to eat to live"

 

No matter how I try
this gull just lives to fly
this gull just lives to fly

 

(c) Jill Victoria Ellis and Bob Ellis 2019

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Thought Flight

 

There are more like him, his spirit soars, he fears no more.
Companions has he who wish to fly with wings of fire.
He is Jonathan, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

 

There are more like me, my spirit soars, I fear no more.
Companions have I who wish to fly with wings of fire.
I am Jonathan, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

 

My body glides with the clouds
Wings like satin sheets
My soul is free
My earthly being no more

 

This has all become so easy, so simple.
Now I fly by thought, I travel through time, fly back to earth.
I am Jonathan, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

 

I am there with you and here with me, well have to go.
So much knowledge to give, to show him all the perfect flight.
He is Fletcher, Fletcher Lynd Seagull

 


(c) Bob Ellis 1987

 

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