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Kindreds - A song for Grandad's funeral

The seas roll by, changing the sand’s white lines/We’re dancing on waves, our holidays made / ‘Cos you and I were two of the same one kind/Kindred in heart and mind/Both of us known /And you, you’re not left in the past/You’re woven around my days/The seasons you’ve marked /But you, you will move on/Resting where time stands still in memory’s warmth

I’ll sing to you a sweet, sweet song Remember days where we both belonged I’ll sing to you of a love more strong Than death or passing of a life lived long

I wish you’d stay, watch me get married away/The ringing of bells with good news to tell/ But the cards they fold in ways that nobody knows/But hearts will still win, our hearts will still win /

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Grandad!

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My Grandad (and I)

Grandad was the coolest old man. 

  I was always excited to bring home friends, boyfriends - whoever -  to meet him; he had a universal humour, a cheeky personality and an intelligent and sharp mind.  He was above all a family man, valuing relationships, friendship and true love – family – above all else.  I always felt like I was his favourite, and maybe all his grandkids feel that way, but we had a unique bond, Grandad and I. 

  From an early age we had this special connection, later built via skype, but mostly built on our family Christmas holidays, which he and Nana would come along to each year.  Two things were always certain on these holidays – Grandad would wear his “grunge” shorts, and talk about how “grunge” he was (one of the words he picked up in the late ‘90’s from us …. he later got obsessed with the word “emo” and spent time evaluating who in the family was “emo” and who was “non-emo”), and he would go swimming with us in the surf and spent so long with his head down in the water afterwards that every year a passerby would think he was either dead or in trouble.  The other sure thing is that we would have several bouts of the card game 500 .  Grandad taught me to play 500 when I was about 9 I think, and I have loved it ever since.  Year after year of our holidays he would only play cards if I was to be his partner, and on this he insisted.

  Another thing about Grandad was his massive belly that was the best for cuddles and poking, and it became even more curious when he later got his belly button cut out. Grandad’s favourite movie was The Sound of Music, and at any time of the day you might catch him singing “The hills are alive” with outstretched arms and a shaking head, like he was preaching or singing to a congregation.

  Grandad was also a WWII veteran, and he didn’t often like to talk to me about that time, however one conversation I did have always stuck in my mind. He told me about an evening when his comrades were depressed, there was no life about the place, but one of the guys – toothless apparently – brought out his violin, played for the soldiers, and with tears in his eyes he relived the joy of music, and the way it brought gladness and beauty out of the worst of situations.

  Grandad was definitely emo.  He was madly in love with Nana until the end, and a total romantic.  I always told him when he went to bed not to get up to any mischief and his reply was “If I could, I would.”

  In his last days, the family got to spend time by his bedside, and I was able to spend a whole night by his side listening to his heaving and tired heart wheezing through the early hours of the night.  He told us that if we could believe it, he was actually enjoying dying.  In his last days, he’d found God and said that love had opened up to him in a whole new way.  He told me he wondered if death was spelt “D E A T H” or “L O V E”.

In the end, he died on his 89th birthday.

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Amen.

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Preachn’ to myself…

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"Won't Give Up"...  Love this...

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Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.

Pablo Picasso

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Bright Skies - check out his new song below!! And his web site.... bright-skies.com 

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Check out this song by my little bro - Bright Skies (bright-skies.com), we worked on some sweet harmonies and arranged this sucker while on holiday.  He's an amazing producer and song-writer!!! It's his first song without him bathing in auto-tune first, so it's a landmark for him. 

Called "A New Story"....LISTEN!!! x

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My first youtube clip - Lovely Girl!

LYRICS/ Little girl, little girl I see your smile now It can move, it can move the whole world from its frown Something there, something there, a spark you wear inside The colouring, the colouring  Of angels in my life Little girl you have the whole world at your feet You put to shame the wisest adults on our street Jumping puddles you will laugh at days to come Little girl you are the lightest, brightest one Pretty girl, pretty I see you're growing now Confidence, confidence you've thrown on like a gown It's your heart, it's your heart that feels each different beat Of promises, imaginings and strangers that you meet Pretty girl you have the whole world at your feet You put to shame the wisest adult on our street Jumping puddles you will laugh at days to come Pretty girl you are the lightest, brightest one And sometimes there is a sadness that weighs upon your mind It squeezes out the light and pushes happiness behind I wanna tell you things get better as you walk ahead With hope and love inside of you and held out In your hand Lovely girl, lovely show all who you meet That loveliness, loveliness moves with your two feet Stepping out, stepping out, change is now your way Your footprints, footprints can make a better day Lovely girl you have the whole world at your feet You put to shame the wisest adults on our street Jumping puddles you will laugh at days to come Lovely girl you are the lightest, brightest one/THE END//

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This could be the man with the silver hair. http://weheartit.com/entry/13293335

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Lyrics, and the man...

The Man With the Silver Hair

I often think that we don’t pay enough attention to “old” people.  I feel like they know the secrets of life, what’s important, what’s fruitless…and I haven’t quite got there yet. I was thinking about this one day, and came up with a story about a beautiful old man who had had a life of sorrow, but was still able to love generously, be grateful and full of joy despite his loss.  A girl watches him walk, move and talk, and her life falls short in reflection of his. I like to think of the man as Mr. Mother Theresa.

I think these are my favourite lyrics that I’ve ever written. I spent so long working out how I could describe the image of a shadow (or his darkness) underneath a footstep being eclipsed by the light of the sun… I finally came up with “childless he walks away/the sun steals the space he made/where his shadow fell/it hides his darkness well”. That was a happy moment friends. 

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LYRICS//The man with the silver hair/Knees bent with weighted cares Knows a thing or two/About a thing called truth The girl with the open eyes/Armed with vision for her life Looks at him and thinks/Yeah she sits and thinks

CHORUS/If I could be anything/Forsaking the greed in me I’d fashion a heart like yours/That’s warm although my brittle bones Had suffered and grown thin/My tragedy grows cold when I look at him

Childless he walks away/The sun steals the space he made Where his shadow fell/It hides his darkness well She pulls down her auburn hair/Frowns at her selfish tears Here’s a man who knows/Love and loss and he knows

If he can love in his loss/Then I can love what I’ve got/THE END//

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Jonelle Shoot #003

Taken by @zurisaddai

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LYRICS//What are you to me? A white-stained shirt and a hat to hide your eyes Dying wanting more and more of you/ Is not what I left you for And I'm gone away/And I'm gone away

I am not the one you need/ Crying begging on your knees Find a life a love that's new/ And help me walk away from you

You can pull me in/ Change my mind in a dark enchanting light But I won't fold again/ I owe too much to myself to let you in And I'm gone away/ And I'm gone away

And I will fall down again/ And I will take your words and twist them all about And I will fall down again/ Until you let me leave/THE END// 

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An Oldie But A Goodie...

White Stained Shirt (the song above) is maybe the 3rd song I’ve ever written.  I wrote it about 4 years ago after a chance meeting with an old acquaintance who was wearing a shirt with a white stain on it, with a hat on his head – super creative lyrics I know! One of the best (or worst) things about writing songs is that they are a catalogue for your life – they have the ability to take you right back to that moment in time, where you feel, sense and think the same things - like perfume or smells or photographs.  This song still feels fresh to me, and maybe has a touch of the whiff of freedom about it. 

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Long black and mint tea

This is probably hands down the cutest blog I have ever seen...

My beautiful friend Emma and her friend have set it up: 

:hello friends. we are emma & victoria. one of us is in new zealand, one is in france. one of us likes mint tea, one likes long blacks. we like sharing things of beauty, wonder, whimsicality and awe. enjoy!

Check it out! It's like an emotional stroke on the arm.

http://longblackandminttea.blogspot.com/