Get all 7 EllY Tree releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of WALLFLOWER, Wallflower, Einstein in the Patent Office, Einstein in the Patent Office, Walking Backwards, LeafFall, and Breathing.
1. |
Walking Backwards
04:42
|
|||
WALKING BACKWARDS
Strung up on the mainframe like crows hung out to dry
It's organized chaos from crack to crack
When you’re walking backwards you can remember the dead
When you’re walking backwards
But you can’t escape your head
On every pavement, on every one way street
Love lies bleeding
Examine the state of your soul
Examine the state of your underwear
When you’re walking backwards you can’t remember your own name
When you’re walking backwards
You can’t escape your head
Every illusion is falling away
No hidden meanings
Ai escaped from the prison
Running from trust running from trust running from trust
There is no fixed gender identity in the nations of Gethen
a native of Terra the story of Genly Ai
When you’re walking backwards you can remember the dead
When you’re walking backwards you can’t remember your name
When you’re walking backwards nothing looks quite the same
And no-one can tell you goodbye
You can’t escape your head
© Helen Woodbridge
|
||||
2. |
The Fall
02:13
|
|||
THE FALL
We saw you
We saw your fall
We saw you fallng down
We saw it all
You seemed so serene
the faintest scream
And I thought if I could fly
I would not fly like that
I would fly the way a leaf flies
sashaying the breeze
or soar like a kite
tethered by a line
still anchored
and you are anchored
unable to ignore
the uprush of concrete
its' appalling appeal
answering earth's
umbilical call.
© Helen Woodbridge
|
||||
3. |
What She Wanted
02:40
|
|||
4. |
Ride the Waves
04:02
|
|||
RIDE THE WAVES
I took the road down to the south-west
Down to where firm ground turns into Lyonesse
Down where the land meets the sea
To feel it healing me
I wrote my name in the sand
And I watched as the waves washed through every word of me
And I turned my back to the land
To face the open sea
Oh some fine day I will ride the waves
I will ride the wild waves
I will ride the waves
I will ride the waves
I will ride the wild waves
I stood there with my arms stretched out open wide
Waiting for the wind to lift me up like a kite
And I dreamed myself rising over the earth
So alive and so li---gh---t
Some fine day when the weight of the world presses down too heavily
Oh oh oh I will take the road that leads down to the sea
And I will listen to the music of the waves that sing a harmony
And set my spirit free
Oh on that fine day I will ride the wave
I will ride the wild waves
I will ride the wave
I will ride the wave
I will ride the wild waves
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh wo oh oh oh oh oh
© Helen Woodbridge October 2014
|
||||
5. |
Ritual Masks
02:56
|
|||
RITUAL MASKS
The faces leer from far away to near
and peer and fade again
the mouths distort and the death masks grin
and like a devil sick of sin
their weary thoughts sink further from
the ritual masks of everyday
The voices jabber yatter yammer
I try to talk but now my tongue can only stammer
language falls apart on my lips and
turns to jabbering hoots and howls
all understanding slips and takes
the meaning from the sounds
and in the pandemonium
I stumble on through air that thickens as I breathe it in
the fish in this aquarium
don't their faces look familiar?
don't you remember meeting them?
Ahh ahhh ahh ahh
I stumble from the room like Eve from the Garden
stained with confusion and crash into illusion
and the light behind their faces
changes places with their stares
so tainted by mortality but so far from reality
© Helen Woodbridge 2013
|
||||
6. |
Take to the Hills
02:05
|
|||
TAKE TO THE HILLS
The kestrel’s over the motorway
I suppose what I’m doing is running away
The road is snaking on over the border saying
Why don’t you take to the hills?
With my eyes on the sky and my hand on the wheel
Of this exoskeleton made out of carbon and rubber and steel
Every sensation from my head to my heel
Is telling me take to the hills
Glancing up to the open sky
Watching the tatters of clouds race by
Feeling the beat of the words in my mind
Why don’t you take to the hills? Why don’t you take to the hills?
The trickster Loki’s the light on the screen
Has me searching for meaning among the mundane
Weighing the balance of pleasure to pain makes
Me want to take to the hills.
The kestrel’s over the motorway
Holding together the cold blue heaven
A juggernaut’s rumbling into my mirror
Why don’t we take to the hills?
© Helen Woodbridge 2014/16
|
||||
7. |
Dust
03:57
|
|||
DUST
If wishes were horses, oo ooo ooo
If wishes were horses
If wishes were horses I would have a herd of brumbies
The like of which has not been seen
Since the Mongol hordes
Darkened the steps of Central Asia
If wishes were horses I would be a Camarguese
Bareback on a stallion plunging through the waves
Where pretty pink flamingoes
Shimmer among the shining salt pans
But if wishes were horses, oo ooo ooo
If wishes were horses
If wishes were horses you would have loved me
And you would tell me so every day
And I would believe you
Dust, dust gathers no matter what
What exactly is this stuff -
All this life detritus
This is all that's left to us of us
Ah but if wishes were horses ooo ooo ah
If wishes were horses ooo ooo ah
If wishes were horses ooo ooo ah
If wishes were horses ooo ooo ah
(c )Helen Woodbridge 2017
|
||||
8. |
Fit
03:25
|
|||
FIT
When the mirror shows
the emperors missing clothes
And everybody knows it
but the emperor
Then whatever the cause
and maybe just because
Where there’s profit or there’s loss
it always costs
Then the fool is on the hill
and the madcap’s laughing still
Though this hole’s too deep to fill
and nothing fits, fits
Then launch me into space
fly me to a place
Where this present face
fits, fits, fits
I can never be
the person you want me to be
I can only be
me
So this is where we are
floating on this lonely star
Blundering through the dark
anyhow so now
Launch me into space
fly me to the place
Where this present face
fits, fits
Show me how to make
something like the shape
That will indicate
a perfect fit, fit, fit
Ah……
© Helen Woodbridge 2013
|
||||
9. |
Moony
03:33
|
|||
MOONY
Where have you been Moony?
I’ve been searching everywhere
Where have you been Moony?
Shine your silver balm your quiet calm
Shine on me and don’t be a stranger
Never be a stranger
Promise you’ll stay Moony
Do not forsake me
Promise you’ll stay Moony
Because the dark’s been trying to take me
Don’t be a stranger
Never be a stranger
Because you know the melancholy fit may fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping child
Hiding in the garden forgotten and alone
Where have you been Moony?
I’ve been longing for your light
Where have you been Moony?
To illuminate my night
Don’t be a stranger
Never be a stranger
Don’t mind the sun, Moony, everyone loves you
Loves your silver beams, your subtle charms
Loves to sleep in your arms
Moony your light eases even the loneliest night
Don’t let the clouds don’t let them obscure you
And when all is said and done
All you do’s reflect the sun
You’re just a rock Moony still I will adore you
So shine Moony shine
Shine Moony shine
Shine Moony shine
©Helen Woodbridge 2015
|
||||
10. |
||||
DON’T STOP
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Oh the trees they grow so high and the leaves they grow so green
But the days are past and gone my dear when you made love to me
Sure the leaves will come again like the mayflowers in the spring
But our everlasting love was just a feeble stillborn thing
She asked him for a story that none had ever told
He called for her to make for him a coat of beaten gold
She promised she would meet him where the sunset touched the earth
He said he’d pledge his love for her the day before her birth
But don’t stop asking questions
Don’t stop searching for the way
Don’t stop life is a festival
Don’t stop live it every day
Don’t stop riding a bicycle
Don’t stop diving in the sea
Don’t stop looking for answers
Don’t stop aiming to be free
Don’t stop smiling at strangers
Don’t stop trying to be kind
Don’t stop chasing rainbows
Don’t stop opening your mind
Don’t stop ah no don’t stop
Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop
Don’t stop hoping for miracles
Don’t stop howling at the moon
Don’t stop pushing the boat out
Don’t don’t don’t don’t stop…..
© Helen Woodbridge 2014
|
||||
11. |
The Numero Brothers
04:43
|
|||
Seven is the number number one cried
Nine hundred and eighty three's another one his brother replied
Your secret smile told me you were happy
Your secret smile told me who I was
But everyone said we were bad for each other
And everyone said no more secret smiles
If we don't talk in numbers then we don't talk at all
And the numero brothers are silent now
The numero brothers are silent now
The mystery of numbers makes us whole two are one
We played our games together took communion from numerical puns
Your secret smile told me every detail
Your secret smile could calculate my days
But everyone said we were bad for each other
And everyone said no more secret smiles
If we don't talk in numbers then we don't talk at all
And the numero brothers are silent now.
The numero brothers are silent now
In monotone our memories could detail our days
It could be anguish, could be humiliation, the tone stayed the same
Your secret smile carried no emotion
Your secret smile held no praise or blame
But everyone said we were bad for each other
And everyone said no more secret smiles
If we don't talk in numbers then we don't talk at all
And the numero brothers are silent now
The numero brothers are silent now.
Ooh la la la ooh la la la ooh la la la o
|
EllY Tree Ipswich, UK
Original art-indie-folk. All songs composed by Helen Woodbridge and arranged by the band.
Streaming and Download help
If you like EllY Tree, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp