Original Lyrics – Zoey Pepper

Down to Earth

(for Joren, a music lover, on her 83rd birthday)

VERSE:

She comes for the music at the hotel each week

She raises her champagne glass, unspoken we speak

Her eyes they dance, reflecting sunlight through sleet

And Noel, he’s her angel, her wings and her feet

CHORUS:

Is she an artist? Is she a girl?

She’s from another world….

And full of mirth she’s landed here

Her name means “down to earth”

Oh, down to, down to, down to, down to earth…

Vahdeyadeyah, down to, down to earth

VERSE:

Jo claps her hands, delighting, inviting every note

Wrapped in her wisdom, it’s a finely woven cloak

And Norway’s a long way from what’s now her favourite seat

A life’s a life well-travelled, she’s turning 83

CHORUS:

Is she an artist? Is she a girl?

She’s from another world….

And full of mirth she’s landed here

Her name means “down to earth”

Another morning, another day

To roll the clouds away

And across her face the smile of one

Who moves with light and grace

BRIDGE:

Light and grace

Through the hilltops

Light and grace

Hear the Foxtrot

Light and grace

Over rocks and puddles

The troubles, the triumphs, the loves and tears….

VERSE:

Years are a gift, remember,

The memories glow in every ember

John’s grown up, he plays guitar,

He’s got three little ones finding who they are

We’re all shooting sparks from or makers

Never really knowing where our hearts will take us

A moment, a kiss, or a signpost,

A simple word to define us…

CHORUS:

Is she an artist? Is she a girl?

She’s from another world….

And full of mirth she’s landed here

Her name means “down to earth”

Oh, down to, down to, down to, down to earth…

Vahdeyadeyah, down to, down to earth

Common Ground

VERSE: (Zoey)

Where did you go just then?

I see in your eyes, it’s a struggle when…

Wednesday comes, we’re here again

Tell me it’s alright and count to ten

Like paper and pen….

Feeling, flowing, knowing you

Ooooh, it’s still so new, it’s true,

Here at the top, and then into the blue

CHORUS:

And we go down, down, down

Where we find common ground

And then we fly

In white light at speed of sound!

Turn around- look at what we’ve found

It’s our time, yes it’s yours and mine,

Time to shine

VERSE: (Damon)

Bubbling up like wine,

She’s overflowing and towing my line

Unravelling this heart of mine

Feeling down, but I’m travelling fine…

Through space and time…

Healing, holding, golden hue…

Embracing old and new,

I’m facing me now I’m with you

(CHORUS)

BRIDGE 1: (Zoey)

Like paper and pen…

Feeling, flowing, knowing you..

(Together)

Through space and time..

Healing, holding, golden hue

Embracing old and new

I’m facing me now – now I’m with you

(CHORUS)

BRIDGE 2:

Ooo-oooh, Ooo-oooh

Ooo-oooh, Ooo- ooo-ooh……

(CHORUS x 2)

OUTRO:

It’s our time

Yes it’s yours and mine

It’s our time

Yours and mine

It’s our time

Yours and mine

Bake Me a Song

VERSE: (Damon)

You…doing what you do, feeling through

Gathering words in handfuls, fresh as dew

So renewed… lemon scented flowers, pink and blue

(Zoey)

And I….never thought I would be

Whisking melodies with sage and parsley, no recipe

Rosemary?…creeping thyme and whatever we please..

You strum to go along, in threes…

(Damon)

Write me a song!

With a riff like this what could go wrong?

CHORUS:

Into the sun!

With a dish for the table, a fable, a chapter’s begun

Here we belong!

This moment is perfect, let’s serve it, we’re here, we’re our song…

Bah pah doo bah dah baaaa, baaaaa…..

VERSE:

(Zoey)

In and out and back again, when will it end?

Saying yes to pittance for a penny

Oh creativity! Can it be? When all they’re really hoping for is-

“Bye bye petrol station pie”……..

But here we are, we’re planting seeds, we’re harvesting a remedy

Yeah this could be the day that I am free……..

(CHORUS)

BRIDGE:

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of pride

Four and twenty gig’s worth to leave your levy dry

Cover after cover to cover up for you

Eat your words, there’s virtue if you sing a song for Sue!

DOUBLE CHORUS:

Into the sun!

With a dish for the table, a fable, a chapter’s begun

Here we belong!

This moment is perfect, let’s serve it!

Into the sun!

With a dish for the table, a fable, a chapter’s begun

Here we belong!

This moment is perfect, let’s serve it, we’re here, we’re our song…

Bah pah doo bah dah baaaa, baaaaa…..

Mountain Home

VERSE:

Catch a glimpse through the gap between the trees

Ocean meeting sky, an eagle on the breeze

And under the bridge a postcard scene

Rocky creek serene that no-one ever sees….

I’m stuck behind a delivery truck

But I won’t let it bother my sunshine away!

I’m thinking of your kiss

and wondering if you bought a bottle of whiskey today?

We’re liking it a little bit too much, hey,

I know that we’re okay, now-

CHORUS:

Coming home to you…

Coming home to this!

We’re living in a groovy kind of, gritty kind of bliss

That’s safe and true

And when you’re feeling blue,

She’s here and feeling it too

The world is a place we struggle to face, sometimes

But I’m coming home to you….

VERSE:

The way it seems now, I was lost in a dream

How could I ever get close to my own doorstep

On that big smoke trail?

The highway heartache, ruminating and time-waste,

Driving me down to the blind, blind corners

Of my love-troubled mind

But not this time!

This road is kind

A serpent black to lead me back!

(CHORUS)

BRIDGE:

Did you ever play the game?

Watching two indicators ‘til they play the same

They beat in time, they unalign,

Oh I know about it- not this time!

CHORUS:

Oh, coming home to you…

Coming home to this!

We’re living in a groovy kind of, gritty kind of bliss

That’s safe and true

And when you’re feeling blue,

She’s here and feeling it too

I’m out of the race, I’ve landed in grace, somehow

And I’m coming home to you….

I’m coming home to you…..

 

The Kettle Boils

VERSE:

In the still of night he wakes and he thinks

And he goes to write….

His slumbered breaths have ceased to strum

She feels his thoughts,

And hears his hum…

He’s dancing in the centre line, between here and there

‘Tween toiled and fine….

He smoothes her hair

CHORUS:

Sleep, my lover, the kettle boils,

Pull up the covers, and sink into soil

Where dreams grow wild and free…

Oooooh….

VERSE:

He dons his clothes, and into the night

His thoughts he follows

And so sleepily she blows a kiss,

Oh deeply into the abyss

She dreams their dreams, of trees and vines

As he re-writes their future lines

And both entwine…

(CHORUS)

BRIDGE:

We’re singing our songs, there’s food on the table,

We’re laughing along, we’re still young and able

There’s bread in the oven, our own slice of heaven….

This is what dreams are made of!

This is what our dreams are made of……

VERSE:

On a breath of air, he’s back by her side

In sleep she’s fair

Pulls her in closely, she stirs and sighs,

Her body a guitar

Against his thighs

And gently the wind swings in the branches

And hear how the leaves with rustling answers

She whispers now-

CHORUS

Sleep, my love, the kettle’s boiled,

Pull up the covers and sink into soil

Where dreams grow wild and free

Oooooh……..

The Cupboard

CHORUS:

Why do the wild winds cry from off the shore?

Calls from the ones before

Echoing forevermore

VERSE:

As seasons change and reasons fade

We re-arrange the plans we’ve made

We set aside our growing fears

We’ll do a better job next year

The rain is here, the coast is clear

Let’s settle into Christmas cheer

And to keep yourself from reeling

Take a look up at the ceiling

It helps to numb the feeling….

(CHORUS)

VERSE:

Between us both we’ve got it covered-

C’mon let’s open up the cupboard

Me, it’s creatures and their plight,

For you it’s sorting left from right

I woke in fright the other night,

I begged you to turn on the light-

What is that haunting song?

You said “a mother calling to her young”

And on and on she’d sung…

DOUBLE CHORUS:

Why do the wild winds cry from off the shore?

Calls from the ones before

Echoing forevermore

See how the papers lie upon the floor

Telling us what’s in store

Can we buy it anymore?

BRIDGE:

I met a lonely man whose fate

Was living to pontificate

On how things were, or should have been,

Or maybe better left unseen

Well that was then and this is now

And still we’re belly-up somehow

The eagle’s flown, she’s lost her nest

The sun is glowing to the west

Hold me, my love…..

Ohhhhhh….

Bahdoodah bah bah…

(CHORUS)