elizabeth geyer

lyrics

 BEAUTIFUL SPIDERS

 This song is about the beautiful spiders and what they get up to. But also temptation, love and being a human being.

It's from the album On Patrol With The Jazz Police and features Elizabeth Geyer, Bill Risby, Jonathan Zwartz, Nic Cecire and Russell Finch. Thanks to John Hanlon and Grant Thomas.

From their webs the beautiful spiders wait and watch
as Cupid walks out between bride and blush, and wife and lot
they can't see the webs from their dreary lives
and they can't go alone, beautiful spiders by their sides

And there's nothing so true as a spider in love
Que sera, sera, they're taking them out as they run with their hearts
tagging the prey in a moment of lust
remember me when spiders' desires turn to dust
Spiders forever clean the slates
they lick up the icing and leave all the cake
from one who swore they had their last spidery chance
now I'm under their spell from the very first dance

Beautiful spiders on the run
the last few tweaks to truth's final draft and they're done!
the picture is big, so mark my words
we spiders taste sweet, just ask the birds

 

THE DREAM
written by Elizabeth Geyer. Recorded by Tony King. Performed and produced by Elizabeth Geyer and Tony King.
from album The Dream
available here http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/carthew


She has a radio to hide her waking memories of him
and in her mind a thousand jagged photographs,
no ordinary day could win
She'd use her coffee and the crossword as a prop if she was seen
another brightly coloured float in her parade of meaningless routine

And how she craved the sound of summer squeals and sprinklers
braving winter nights alone
They bore a fragment of the times when chocolate smiles and tiny kisses were her own
and though the times were often tight he'd worked as hard as any man
One simple frame beside her bed the only clue to life beyond this caravan

And then one night she kicked her shoes off in a dream
and danced alone until she woke her soul was free

Three years have passed of peeling paint and season renters in her place
and she was only missed a week by those who can't recall her face
And with a courage that she'd never known she sold to start again
And in a million years she'd never have believed in time her broken heart would mend

And then one night she kicked her shoes off in a dream
and danced alone until she woke her soul was free
and then one night she kicked her shoes off in a dream
and when she woke her soul was free

ELINA

Elina was a lady who came to some of our gigs. She danced when no-one else did - was totally free, uninhibited. She also laughed and cried ALOT, held the hand of whomever she was talking to, was intense, so people avoided her. But she truly FELT music - seemed to be truly alive. Elina had no boundaries. One day I asked about her life and she pulled out an old business card with her name and letters on it. Five years earlier she herself been a successful doctor, married with a big home but an accident and then illness - I have a feeling maybe mental illness -  cost her her marriage, home, everything. She was someone full of sadness but bliss too. I aspired to her openness, wondered if it had all made her greater in a strange way.

Written by Elizabeth Geyer / all copyrights reserved - recorded by Russell Finch. Jonathan Zwartz, bass, Nic Cecire, drums, Carl Dewhurst, guitar, Elizabeth, piano, flugel/ trumpet.

 
Elina takes your train of thought
when she blows into the room
They'll never see that ragged calling card
but I can see their thought balloon

don't look now she comes our way
anything but save us from Elina

She's spilling all their sifted words
and playing hostage with the ladies hands
partition smiles hold out
till they wipe them on their backs

don't look now she comes our way
anything but save us from Elina

You think I haven't heard your 'there but for the grace of God'?
Well look around you
'cause maybe I am here with all the grace of God
I've just outgrown the guards that surround you

They're running through their neighbours minds
and dumbing down their 'dumb' desires
with excuses wide as the world
through Elina's eyes
don't look now she comes our way
anything but save us from

You think I haven't heard your 'there but for the grace of God'?
Well look around you
'cause maybe I am here with all the grace of God
I've just outgrown the guards that surround you.

 

 photo: Leigh Mansfield

FIRST LOVE

written by Elizabeth Geyer. Produced and performed by Elizabeth Geyer and Tony King. Recorded by Tony King.


First love is the kiss between your future and your past
and have you the right to change the rules
And what made you stumble on the path before your very own eyes
You were led like a fool to the edge of every word
You turned her black and white to silver skies
with not a cloud of grey
and how she longs to say

It could have been us
And more than song I yearn your embrace
and I crave every kiss that ever left your lips

So assured, she laughs so hard she cries
and plays the fool so well she's even fooling herself
Weren't you the one who told her everything was going to be fine, short of the line,
If you're so wise, take a listen to yourself
'Cause now the devil is dancing closely by her side
And he knows full well her next move cannot be erased, her angel says

It could have been us
And more than song I yearn your embrace
and I crave every kiss that ever left your lips

And I'd wait within this song and within these words
But it's only a dream
Is it only a dream?
When it could have been us.

FREEFALL

Written by Elizabeth Geyer. 
from the album On Patrol With The Jazz Police. Elizabeth Geyer - vocals, piano, flugelhorn, Jonathan Zwartz - bass, Hamish Stuart - drums. Recorded by Russell Finch. Thanks John Hanlon and Grant Thomas. 

Here you are agan with your latest twist
well I guess I'll have to pick it up
turn it over, taker a look at this
well I'm scared
there's no telling where an open mind can lead
until I'm there I can't say it's not me

Running blind or brave?
well I still don't know
Temptation so high
we bend the rules until they touch their toes
Who knows the word or when the wind will turn
and how she overrides them with something like the keys to you

Freefall
Dear Miss Martyr, Care of Anyone will do
You're freefalling
anyway, whose dream?
just the martyr in you

They got ten cent advice
Like bon bons in new year sales
Tired jokes in paper crowns
They can't give them away
and so we tiptoe through the words
and catch the wind before it turns
And still she overrides them with something like the keys to you

Chorus

FROM HERE TO HER

Recorded by Russell Finch. Elizabeth - trumpet, flugelhorn, piano and vocals. Nic Cecire , drums. Jonathan Zwartz, bass. 

 

Send them home, I'm calling off the endless search for the silver lining
And I'm giving up my stupid blind belief in every word
I'm breaking all the rules that keep me aching and they leave me longing
I'm falling to the back, dropping out of the race

 And I made one round, it's a little too late
You call this a life, 'cause I'm calling it a day
I was all you'd ever wanted me to be
The perfect deal that wasn't real

 I'm throwing him the smile that bides my time
so I can fear and he won't notice
I'll give up my desire to be someone else
'Cause I knew the man
when he only knew my shoulder where he mourned for his lost love
I'm measuring the distance from here to her

 CHORUS
And so long, safety in numbers
'Cause no-one can ever hurt me here

 

GOODNIGHT ROMEO

A song about my life - the life of a musician - where every Saturday night means another gig, maybe somewhere strange, somewhere new - it's an unusual life.. but the life I love and the life I chose! Song written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams.


There’s nothing to do but wait now, for them to arrive
in raincoats and scarves and I’ll sing my heart out
It’s a strange Saturday night
I watch the light fade from this fifth floor window
Glittering car lights like a snake down below
What is it about this place that I love ?
My parents’ music piped through the ceiling
plastic plants covered in dust
well I love the smiles on their powdered faces
sitting on top of their lives
Romeo, you’re out there somewhere
though I’m pretty sure you won’t be stopping by
the Randwick Labour Club tonight
I’ll play a song that I wrote or a song that they love
Maybe they’ll clap or they’ll say I’m too loud
This is my life, the life that I love
And i guess it’s another goodnight, Romeo

 

HOME

 A song about meeting someone for the first time, when there is a little awkward anxiety. But then they speak and KABOOM you feel at home straight away. Written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. Produced and recorded by Paul Adams and Elizabeth Geyer. Nic Cecire - drums and bass.

From the first gentle word you spoke
Don’t see your hair, don’t see your crumpled clothes
Don’t know your past, what happened on the road
‘cause I heard your voice and I was home
I can’t see the floor of your studio
You don’t like jazz and I don’t like rock and roll
Just a fool with a flugelhorn
till I heard your voice and I was home
But I was scared so I never let you know
That’s why I talked over all our awkward moments
When I wish I’d let you kiss me on that sofa
Next to you they’re all just lonely motel rooms
You are my warm place in the sun

 

I WEEP

Life is not easy. There are so many distractions, so much injustice in the world and the expectations of others can be overwhelming. It is easy to get lost and even fall into a place of hopelessness. But there is more going on than we can see, the picture is big, and beauty and grace returns when we least expect it.  Song written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded/performed by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams.


I weep, I weep,
I weep, I weep
Look at us. building lives of distractions
instead of the main thing and following our dreams
and the media leads us in, it’s rubbing its hands with glee
And I am heavy from feeling for strangers on the street,
the underdogs and for the cocky ones
who can’t see, for everyone and everything
when I know this is just a bad day
but lately there have been a few of these
CHORUS
Meanwhile my own actions are strewn behind me
like the wreckage, must I carry every casualty?
when I know they’re just the ones
I nearly died trying to please
CHORUS
Then you in the breeze blow straight through me
and I see it all for the tiny dot it is in your masterpiece
We’re not done yet, this is the unfolding

 

MY KIND OF ANGEL

From the first time I heard this song, I loved Tony's lyrics - the idea that there are human angels, everywhere. Working as nurses, taxi drivers and builder's labourers. No-one is perfect, we don't have halos or wings. But maybe each of us has been an angel at one time or another for someone else. Written by Tony King  /  all copyrights reserved.  Recorded by John Morrison and Tony King. Produced by Tony King and Elizabeth Geyer.

 
I don't believe in Angels with wings
Or a choir invisible that does nothing but sing
or golden light around a Boticeli smile
'cause you can't call them up when you're desperate to dial
and Gabriel's playing that trumpet all day
must make it hard to hear people pray
but I do believe in Angels on earth who go about their business with no thought of its worth.
They're my kind of Angel...
Are you looking in the garden? are you looking in the Sky?
Angels aren't marble and Angels can't fly
but once in a while they turn up on time with tattoos and spanners and a face made for crime.
They're waiting on tables, they're working in labs
They're delivering papers and babies in cabs
They do what they can but not always what they should
My kind of Angel is bad and is good.
Everyone's a devil, though the good book may scoff
but a devil is an angel on a rostered day off
They're my kind of Angel....

I've examined your body and you don't have wings.
You don't have a halo and you don't always sing
but once on a blue moon you turned up on time
and killed the villain in my pantomime
You're my kind of Angel
You're my kind of Angel
once on a blue moon you turned up on time
and killed the villain in my pantomime

Nic Cecire - drums

 MY SONG OF SPRING

 This song was inspired by beach holidays at Victor Harbour, hope, romance and laying on that huge deserted oval when it was deserted on sunny afternoons just daydreaming!  Written by Elizabeth Geyer - features Bill Risby (piano) Jonathan Zwartz (bass) and Nic Cecire (drums) recorded by Russell Finch. Another version of this song on The Dream album.

 

My song of Spring knows its joyful first embrace
and its fragrant afternoons as the chill of Winter's hold gives way
And my song of Spring knows the kiss of its sunlight on your face
One flash and I am back to those sweet November days
How I smile for all the times when all we did was laugh and dance for days and days

one Spring

 PERFECT LIFE

song written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded/ performed by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams.


We wondered  how it would pan out
Thought it would fade, thought I'd come back to myself,
thought I'd met somebody else
But it never went away, the sadness in my heart
I just hide it from the world and I'm crying in this café
just picturing you walking in and what we'd say
like it's only been a year instead of eight
If I'd only known, I tried to be so lady like
So consumed with what was right, always thinking of your wife
Must you write, full of cheer and royal we,
Is that my twisted reward
would you like me to applaud, well seriously
'cause I've got no more grace to spare
please live your perfect life, just live it over there
'cause I know I'm being small
but please forgive me, I've tried to be an angel
I tried to be an angel, I wish I was an angel
but I'm just a human being

PLACE TO FLY

One's cage is another's place to fly. To one, the dream might be a beautiful big home in the suburbs and to always feel safe - to another (like me!) it is the excitement and unknown of living in a big city, or being somewhere strange and beautiful, just for its strangeness. It's not always easy to understand our differences, but they are fascinating - and beautiful!  Song written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded/ performed by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams.


Miles and miles 
of quarter acre bunkers
between themselves
and the gypsies  and journey makers
Bluestone dreams,  they board the ark
Like flight paths, the dry and dusty road
Where future Joneses, they turn up their noses
they're down to the last scraps of that postcode
and I am on a plane
and it feels like those powder coat trees of grey
the strangest dirt can wash my heart like rain
like rain, like rain
Sunny Saturdays, balloons tied to a gatepost
and white knights in rugby stripes sing Happy Birthday
it's lawn mower lullabies, your beautiful dream
funny how one's cage is another's place to fly


POSTCARDS FROM PARADISE

Others inspire me, and I want happiness for them just as I want it for me. Yet I have wasted so much of my life in envy. I've been a fool, but I'm still learning that old lesson - the grass over there is no greener, no two lives can be compared.  Written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded/ performed by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams.


Wishes are pins on that freeway map
London got rusty and red
And your wonder can take you anywhere
so I followed a dream but it hasn't saved me yet
just spoiled me for anything else
They're throwing out postcards from paradise
waving their roses under your nose
in their grandmothers' dresses, they got three AM in their hair
getting high on the wake behind them and the next dare
and you feel like a cartoon stuck in the window
of a boarded up shop in the sun
The fold's on the punchline so no-one can laugh
they're just walking past with never a glance
you're thinking it's time to go
CHORUS
If you wish long enough and get lucky one day
you might wake up on their side
The grass is greener, I'll tell you why, ‘cause it rains all the time
there's nobody there, just the fools who compare
They're throwing out postcards from paradise
waving their roses under your nose
in their grandmothers' dresses, they got three AM in their hair
getting high on the wake behind them and it’s all in your head
It’s all in your head

RAIN FALLS

A granddad and his small grandson are glued to the train window eating cupcakes, watching the rain. Rain can be beautiful, sometimes melancholy, awe inspiring and one of the great levellers - it can fill even the hardest person with wonder. All our differences, conflicts and the walls between us become nothing, when there is a sudden downpour. Recorded, produced and performed by Elizabeth Geyer and Paul Adams. Additional percussion - Bob McEntyre. Song written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved.


Rain falls like a blanket on us all
and for a moment no-one's going anywhere
and all our differences lie hanging in the air
Rain falls, all in black and shadow faces
last night's petty thieves
are spread out on the train sleeping like babies
While the rain falls,  anywhere is cosy
like the house behind the factory
and the trunk of this big tree
Rain falls and suddenly we're all the same
no amount of money can stop this rain
we drop the guns that we were holding and watch the rain
When it rains a boy and his granddad are the same age
both glued to the window with their cupcakes
and after the rain everything sparkles like Christmas time
and the road's already drying
petty thieves are rubbing their eyes
and we go back to our differences
our uniforms and false positions
that's why I love nothing more than when the rain falls

 

STUNNED

Memories can be bittersweet. Memories come to us like photographs. Written by Elizabeth Geyer  / all copyrights reserved - recorded by Russell Finch. Bill Risby, piano, Nic Cecire, drums, Jonathan Zwartz, bass.

 

Where was I before our world without shoes
and running dogs and scones and stones
that would tell me we were home
And where was I
before the wet towels on the burning seats
and all my secret prayers for rain
so we wouldn't have to ski

because I'm stunned
I can't undo what I've done
my bed's a mess but I'll make it
bet you'll always be
scribbled all over me

Ice cubes in the boat spray
dancing on the white lines of a bitumen inferno
River legs fall into bed
and pelicans in portrait pose
So throw me anything you like
just as long as our eyes don't have to meet
When I chose just to love you
Why I never loved you anything like this

That's why I'm stunned
can't undo what I've done
my bed's a mess but I'll make it
bet you'll always be
scribbled all over me

 

THE BRIDGE

This is the story of a drummer who lives and plays alone on a remote mountain. After many years he is one day accidentally discovered by someone, who tells a music agent, who is so deeply moved to hear this drummer that he takes his music to the world - but vows not to change anything about it but to leave it exactly as it is - pure. Music with no fingermarks. But along the way the lure of money is too tempting, and tweak by tweak, the very thing that made this drummer so special is destroyed.
It's always been a tough balance - how can music find the wider audience it deserves without being dumbed down to try and please everyone in the process? When music meets money, usually the music suffers. Yet on the other hand, artists have our own lessons to learn. In our attempts to stay artistically pure, we can be too proud and unwilling to bend at all. The answer lies in the music itself. I believe that God is in the music.

Song written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded/ performed by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams.

 
Material things, or the brilliant swirls of colour in secret dreams?
but they march to the steady beat of drums they know
but they long to be the one to herald a new drum for tomorrow
but lost their hearts to their salaries, oh - oh, long ago
Then a word - This one sir is worth getting up for
he said - it's on your head if I come,
‘cause  I don't get up for just anyone
Then in the distance, lured toward an unfamiliar rhythm,
Famous last words turn round
for what they've  shunned,  they now have found.
Hearts are out, there's a rumbling of the shift inside
Music with no fingermarks and tears in their eyes
Hearts are out, but followed closely by their minds
and tambourines and back up girls
They just can't help themselves
Meanwhile..  tomorrow's drummer never sees them come
Fair weather friends and false alarms
can turn a heart hard to everything and everyone
but God himself is in these drums !
The bridge that neither side could see
was here, was here all along.

 

THE COMEDIAN

 I wanted to write a song about FAME itself when it becomes central instead of a bonus because it is so commonly prized as the life dream! I kept picturing a fictional character, a legendary, aging, cranky, brittle, talented comedian who lost sight of who he is without his NAME long ago and is too afraid now to look. In the song it sounds like I'm being hard on him, but please understand on behalf of all those he's alienated, been rude to and fired unfairly, I just want to shake him. But writing it I felt almost -  kind of affection for him. Well he is so lonely underneath. And I also understand how he got there because any of us with an ego could!

Written by Elizabeth Geyer. Elizabeth - vocals, trumpet, flugelhorn. Bill Risby - piano, Jonathan Zwartz, bass - Gordon Rytmeister, drums - Brydon Stace - back vocals. Recorded by Russell Finch. Thanks John Hanlon, Grant Thomas.

You don't know anymore
just how tight you hold onto the outside
and you're close enough to what I want to be
That's the part that scares me

Once upon a time
you had a crack at the clown,
they laughed and your crazy eyes
They said details, details - not
So long as it's big, I'll take any break you got

The clown was big in '52
When crazy was new
you scooped every first kiss
their first boy bore your name in '55
Right there - there's your front row for life.

But you're not your name
and you're not your fear and you're not your fame
You're just your greatest joke I fear

And when your circus comes down
do you just cast the same old show in a different town
with the same old gags that made you a star
Because they hate you from here
Are you sure they still love you from afar

But you're not your name
and you're not your fear and you're not your fame
You're just your greatest joke I fear

And your suit's too tight and your teeth too white
You're a cartoon of yourself
They may laugh and I ask you why
if your crazy eyes of '52 could have seen you

If your crazy eyes of '52 could have seen you
you're such a clown

THE JEWEL

Follow your heart, even if it takes you to a place others don't yet understand. For they will down the track.. your jewel might be the very same stone they cast aside.  The Jewel written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded/ performed by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams.


The thing you're here to do, it asks for all of you and it's right
The thing that'll speak for you when words just wear you out
when they say that you're mad
and the message from above, is live for me not for them
'cause I've got them taken care of
It'll find you with those tiny tugs of your heart
Your jewel might be the stone they cast aside
so it's this or them, but keep your head down ‘cause this is for them
They just don't know it now, brave one
Years pass and one day you'll be blinking into the light
They said you were mad and then they say I knew you when
Now you've arrived, baby you have arrived - but you'd always arrived
'cause remember when you were the only one
who could see a jewel and not a stone  - well that jewel was you

 THE PARTY

Have you ever been stuck at a party where you felt like an alien? Sometimes it feels as if the whole world cares most about the things that excite you the least. You might doubt that anyone else could see the value in your own life and heart. But, you may be wrong. Song written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded/ performed by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams. This song is for our talented fellow alien Scotty Böttcher‎ .


Everybody's talking
the language of dollars
and what they'll retire on,
I see you go all quiet
'cause you feel like an alien,
one with no retirement plan.
And so you go to bed and you leave the party rolling
but you're praying for a way to face them in the morning
and no-one wonders where you've gone
You might find out that you're wrong
That night you dream you're alone in a crowd
looking for your shoes and someone you can talk to
you walk and walk for hours
A little girl dressed all in velvet, she comes over
She is one of them and she kisses you and she says -
You are like money, like a castle on a ship !
She makes a list of all the grandest things in the world
- where she is from, put together made from gold
well I guess you were wrong
Everybody's talking the language of dollars
‘cause it's the only language they know
but just because a heart can't hear your words
doesn't mean a heart can't hear your song.

 

THE WALL

When I'm feeling socially awkward I can be be guilty of talking for the sake of talking! It's too tempting to flounder and chatter to fill up silence. Yet there is nothing wrong with silence - listening. Being a human being is still not always easy. Recorded, produced and performed by Elizabeth Geyer and Paul Adams.


The second I saw the cracks
I ran around whacking the filler in
smoothing it over with the stream of incessant chatter
creating new cracks
Well at least the cracks are not lies
more just well meaning floundering, sloppy and spilling
but the filler I mix in a hurry is lumpy
Well I almost got it together, maybe no-one will find out
but no matter how hard I blur my eyes
this wall is just a bodge job now
I don't care how many people take my side,
it's better to pull a wall down
if it's only going to fall down ten years from now
it's the wall, the wall
When all I needed to do
was drop everything and listen to you
could have saved us all some time
could have filled up like a hot bath
with no cracks - but how can you sing
about what you've never been through ?

UNTIL I'VE SHOWN YOU PARIS

 I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it . What else can I say. It's a masterpiece in songwriting.  Song written by Tony King. Produced and performed by Elizabeth Geyer and Tony King.

Well we can't stay in this place forever

I can see that it's making you blue

And it's not 'cause you're poor that you want something more

And your spirit is telling you too

And we can't put it off any longer

'Cause the right time might never be here

I'll take you somewhere you'll never forget

This is as close as a dream ever gets

And you feel like you're part of a painting still wet

Is there anybody there who can answer my prayer

Don't blow up the world until I've shown you Paris

Don't blow up the world until I've taken you there

There's a life that we live in frustration

And a life that we live in our minds

And you know if we stay we will both dearly pay

'Cause the blind are leading the blind

And if you're not killed it must make you stronger

But before you get too strong to feel

I'll show you something you've known from afar

The sleeper will wake and you'll be who you are

Where greed is the peasant and love is the tsar

Is there anybody there who can answer my prayer

Don't blow up the world until I've shown you Paris

Don't blow up the world until I've taken you there

And we'll roast in the chestnuts of winter

And we'll roll in the flowers of spring

And we'll put it back just as we found it

It'll stay with you

 

 

 

SAME WORLD, DIFFERENT EYES

 

written by E. Geyer all copyrights reserved

 produced and performed by Tony King and Elizabeth Geyer

 

She's only three,

and her black eyes shine,  she stares behind

and everything is so amazing


Gazing blankly out the window and a million miles from here

And from the faceless grind of the factory day to day

 

Branded by his guise of grey is a man that no-one sees

though he didn't buy the paper today

he says the world will still be there tomorrow, what's the difference anyway

 

Lines are etched upon her face

Her looks have gone but in their place

Lies beauty in a different race

 

It looks like rain, he closes the wondow

She closes her eyes and she breathes in

One sun,

One sky,

Same world,

Different eyes 

 

SHOWGIRL

 I wonder what it would be like to be a parent, having to let go a little more, knowing the greatest gift you give your children is their own independence. You bring them into the world but you don't own them. True love is so selfless. I'm in awe of what parents do - now. At 14 I didn't know, it took decades. I realised writing this song how easy it is for us to take for granted those we love and who love us the most.

 Showgirl written by Elizabeth Geyer all copyrights reserved  - recorded by Russell Finch with Jonathan Zwartz - bass, Felix Bloxom- drums, Fabian Hevia - percussion

 

She was armed from the start
spelling out the deal with all the rations you could ever need
for our little ride into the dark, into the dark

High school girl
you look so cool
nobody could take you for the fool you are
whenever she's around, she takes you down

Don't look now, she's right behind you pacing in the wings
and you mime the words and you fake your moves
Still she waits, she waits for her cue
He broke her well he can't break you, you're the showgirl

Fell in love
giddy for the first time
stealing kisses with a man
preferred the view behind the bars
She said to tell him goodbye and you hated every word
but when you handed him the keys to fly
he couldn't look you in the eye

Don't look now, she's right behind you pacing in the wings
and you mime the words and you fake your moves
Still she waits, she waits for her cue
He broke her well he can't break you, you're the showgirl

your words
they sting like words
they sting like words
they sting like tattoos in the air

long after she's gone
it's just so easy
it's just so easy
because she's there.

 

 

MIDDLEMAN

Middleman by Elizabeth Geyer from the album On Patrol With The Jazz Police http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/egeyer2 . Bill Risby piano, Jonathan Zwartz bass, Hamish Stuart drums, recorded by Russell Finch. Backing vocals - thanks to John Hanlon, Grant Thomas.

 

Remember me
because I'm the one who bought your bridge
and all the little pieces of your wisdom
well they're still all over my fridge
So where's the ground and where are all my plans
I'd like a little more from you
and a little less from your middle man

Come in this way my friend
we'll soon be serving the feast
don't mind him, they're all the same..
Now you see what I've been working with

I'm a vision in control
what a little fear can do -
ten bucks says ten minutes alone,
they'll wanna know how high, they'll be polishing your shoes
Just say the word and I can
because I'm your middle man

I had a feeling they were onto us
and that would never do, so we made you
Started thinking for themselves
and that would never do, so we made you
They were already warm you see..
dear God, so help me

I know you
'cause you've been working on my book
you change the words to your desiring, you blur and underline them
Self appointed middle man!
It's ones like you began the game
I wanna know who made the rule
they wanna talk to me, they gotta go through you?
'Cause you look a little too big for those shoes
my middle man

I had a feeling they were onto us
and that would never do, so we made you
Started thinking for themselves
and that would never do, so we made you
They were already warm you see..
dear God, so help me

 

 WAITING

WAITING

You finally stare a terrible fear straight in the face  that's been there for years and for some reason it suddenly no longer holds any power.. you walk straight through it, laughing.. this is what my song Waiting is about. Written by Elizabeth Geyer. Recorded by Russell Finch - thanks John Hanlon and Grant Thomas/ from the album On Patrol With The Jazz Police.

 

Saw all the signs of your imminent arrival,

You wore the face of certain death

First you play it loose and casual, killing those around me

Now you're standing right in front with unwavering eyes

but I walk, I walk, I just keep walking

I walk, I walk, I just keep walking

So tell me all about your cruel creative plans

and close the door behind you

You can try me with your rituals and your sweet preparations

I'm holding out for your return so don't be late

'cause I'll wait, I'll wait , I'll be here waiting

I'll wait, I'll wait , I'll be here waiting.

So throw me to the lions and I'll tickle them to sleep -

I might like that

What magic carpet?
it's just some old rug that you can pull out from my feet

Hope believes the lies and blocks the truth -

does it matter in the end if it's the hope that gets you through?

You think you got me now but you only got me trained -

no loss that we can't overturn into our greatest gain

Your thunderstorm can't scare me in fact it only lights my way

so put me down and just watch me while I surface

you're just waiting for the moment that I cave..

well you wait, you wait

just you wait

 

 

 WATERFALLS AND RAINBOWS

I love country trains.. they are romantic and make me feel like a little kid. Especially in the seat when I am waiting for the train to start moving. I wrote this song on the train, when I was with my brother, to the Blue Mountains.. but it was inspired by the graffiti and industrial outer suburbs more than the mountains. Inspiration comes from the most unlikely sources sometimes! Song written by Elizabeth Geyer. All copyrights reserved. From 'THE BRIDGE' produced/ recorded/ performed by Elizabeth Geyer with Paul Adams. Drums and bass - Nic Cecire.


                                     
You show up in the strangest of places
in the forgotten backs of buildings along the Blacktown line
There is hope in all these weeds, in the broken tooth fences
Where it says Joanne Forever, I wonder where Joanne is now
and I know that anything is possible again
in this concrete overpass, in that concrete pelican
Front yards full of cars, every backyard is a toybox
Life's too short for worrying, they mow as close as they can
Any fool can find you in a waterfall
and you beat me around the head with enough sunsets ,
you’d think I'd know by now - but no
And I’ve been so heavy that I can barely stand
now you tell me there’s a story behind every balcony
And at every country station, girls shine like stars ‘till they’re taken
look out from beautiful faces, too beautiful to see
CHORUS
You show up, this time your angels they had dreadlocks
they were saving us a table at that mountain café
I shook hands with their bird and you said louder than words
All our dreams are coming true, they just lay low some days

 

WELCOME TO MY MOVIE


written, performed and produced by Elizabeth Geyer/Tony King. Recorded by Tony King. Drums, Hamish Stuart. From The Dream
available here http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/carthew

I've sung my heart out to an empty bar a hundred times or more
and felt their icy stares and watched as frozen fears were melted by a song
And I've heard every line from every slurred and hazy point of view
There's nothing new
And I'm playing the song they're just about to ask me to do

Close my eyes
and I'm the soundtrack to the love scene that's playing in my head
close my eyes just as he's leaning in to kiss me
is when they always cut the scene

Welcome to my movie
Welcome to my life
'Cause my world is a movie
though it seems that I only get the good parts in my dreams

I've hung with all the wrong people for all the right reasons I know
Because I've met the right people and I'd rather be alone
And I know those magazines that lure you in ,
they don't care how you feel - they're not even real
And whoever is driving that bus is asleep at the wheel

Close my eyes
and everyone's exactly who they're supposed to be
Close my eyes and they all become so real
I see them walking off the screen

 

YOU CARRY ME HOME
written, performed and produced by Elizabeth Geyer and Tony King. Recorded by Tony King

Like a brand new idea, you came from nowhere
Shining your light when I was lost in the dark
You turned me around when I was facing the wrong way
giving me strength to walk on my own
And you can never look down when you're climbing a mountain
and you can never look up with your mountain to climb
With ice on my fingers I feel myself falter
but with your voice as my sherpa I can reach for the sky

You carry me home from wherever I am
You are my anchor in an angry sea
Turning all of my fears back into my dreams
like some wonderful alchemy

So I said my goodbyes to the shadows behind me
and all of the dreams that were never my own
And I can fly like a bird that will never be tame
and I no longer feel like a picture-less frame

CHORUS

You showed me that love has no future or past
And you can't feel the moment while you're trying to make it last
You carry me home from wherever I am
like some wonderful alchemy