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White Water Rafting
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WHITE WATER RAFTING
I thought that my blood was too cold
And the bones in these arms much too old
To go white water rafting
With hearts that go laughingly so.
You said "Look - Kandinsky's on view"
I said if I go then will you?
It's not terribly modern
But then I've forgotten it too.
All of sudden I'm falling
Into the colour of you
Not that I mind being painted
Any old colour, anything's better than blue
We set off for London that day
And you listened to songs that I'd played
In a world without sparkle
A place where my heart couldn't stay.
And we crossed from a bridge to the past
Where the futurists hide behind glass
then I kissed you - how shocking!
While Warhol was mocking the mass.
All of sudden I'm falling
Into the colour of you
Not that I mind being painted
Any old colour, anything's better than blue.
I thought that my blood was too cold
And the bones in these arms much too old
To go white water rafting
With hearts that go laughingly so
To go shooting the rapids
And break with the habits
Of old
To go white water rafting
With hearts that go laughingly so.
Words and Music by Simon Scardanelli © 2007 Musica Scardanelli
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In Honour
03:49
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IN HONOUR
In honour of so many songs that have been written about love
I won't try
to protest
or deny
that the best
is the song
that I wrote
just for you
besides if it's true
I'm amazed
It all seems remarkably plain when you look at these words
nothing grand
or obtuse
eloquent
what's the use?
when these words they just
simply belong
in one simple song
for you.
I could pretend that I'm a man of learning
a title to my name makes me look smart
I could pretend that I'm a man of letters
but really I'm just chasing your heart
In honour of so many songs that have been written about love
I won't try
to protest
or deny
that the best
is the song
that I wrote
just for you
besides if it's true
I'm amazed
Words and Music by Simon Scardanelli © 2007 Musica Scardanelli
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We'll Go Home
05:22
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WE’LL GO HOME
Why can’t I walk down the side of the street where there’s people?
Cos people can be so unkind when they stare at my soul
It’s like – “where have you been?” and “what have you done with this lifetime?
Have you wasted it singing in bars for a piece of fools gold?”
So why should I try to behave as if nothing’s gone wrong?
I knew all the legends they sold me were lies all along
Now there’s no-one to listen and no-one to sing you my song
no-one to listen and no-one to sing you my song
Don’t be so hard on yourself there’s a New World
Waiting for you to be born, you old fool
Sing me a song, tell me a story
Then, take my hand we’ll go home
How can I reach out to you when you stand in the shadows?
Well I never knew hide and seek was a game I could win
But I’m burning with love and lost in the hurt that you sing
Then I really can’t help, you I just don’t know where to begin
No I really can’t help, you I just don’t know where to begin
Don’t be so hard on yourself there’s a New World
Waiting for you to be born, you old fool
Sing me a song, tell me a story
Then take my hand we’ll go home
Sing me a song, tell me a story
Then, take my hand we’ll go home
What shall I do if I open my heart up to you?
Open your heart and you’ll know right away what to do
Will it be safe after years of collisions at sea?
No you won’t be shipwrecked – I’ll throw out a lifeline to me
But what if I can’t swim, I’ll drown in the ocean or freeze
But what if I can’t swim, I’ll drown in the ocean or freeze
Don’t be so hard on yourself there’s a New World
Waiting for you to be born, you old fool
Sing me a song, tell me a story
Then take my hand we’ll go home
Sing me a song, tell me a story
Then, take my hand we’ll go home
Don’t be so hard on yourself there’s a real World
Waiting for you to be born, you old fool
Sing me a song, tell me a story
Then take my hand we’ll go home
Sing me a song, tell me a story
Then, take my hand we’ll go home
we’ll go home
we’ll go home
we’ll go home
Words and music Simon Scardanelli © 2007 Musica Scardanelli
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Simon Scardanelli Merléac, France
Simon Scardanelli is an English singer, songwriter & composer now based in Central Brittany,
France.
Currently working on his next album - a folk-opera which he will launch in early 2023.
A great live performer who has toured extensively, available for solo acoustic & amplified concerts as well as in trio with accordion & percussion..
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