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Cherrington Road

from White Dots by Paula Wolfe

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Written, produced and engineered by Paula Wolfe

lyrics

Cherrington Road

No child
when I’m gone
to pass on to her own
a kind of holding,
a kind of feeding,
a kind of whispering
bad dreams away.

No child to remember my smell,
to retell the tales
I had to tell,
so I write it all down
and I thread in a tune,
like a prisoner
scratching obscenities
on a prison wall
in futile rebellion,
and I rant within four walls
amidst the cacophony -
not to raise my voice
above the din -
just to join in.

I heard someone say
just the other day
on the radio,
or in a film,
or somewhere,
that when it comes to the end
all you’ve got
is where you came from.

A summer’s day 1968 or 9?
Sitting on a swing,
singing up to the sky,
spitting stars
and watching them fall and glisten on my thigh.
Gillian Dubber’s grandmother
is cleaning their upstairs windows,
she waves to me
a fat-armed, dusty wave.
In the kitchen
my mother boils potatoes,
hot potatoes on a hot summer’s day
for my father’s dinner,
we called it dinner
even though it was during the day.

He rides home on his bicycle
from the factory.
I run in and clamber on his knee,
he asks if we’ve been watching Andy Pandy and Loppy Loo on TV?
My mother tells him,
We’ve been dancing
in the kitchen
to our favourite song
by Engelbert Humperdinck.

Time to go.
He lets me ride as far as the curve in the road,
holding me tight
on the white
leather saddle,
then lifts me down and rides away
and I run back to my swing
and continue to sing,
“I love Jennifer Eccles,
I know she loves me.”

No child to remember my smell,
to retell the tales
I had to tell
so, I write it all down
and I thread in a tune,
like a prisoner
scratching obscenities
on a prison wall
in futile rebellion,
and I rant within four walls
amidst the cacophony -
not to raise my voice
above the din -
just to join in.

“I love Jennifer Eccles,
I know she loves me.
I love Jennifer Eccles,
I know she loves me.”

credits

from White Dots, track released July 1, 2019
Vocals: Paula Wolfe
Acoustic Guitar: Paula Wolfe
Electric Guitar: Paula Wolfe
Keyboards: Paula Wolfe
Drums: Cath Evans
Elec. Bass: Owen Morgan
Flute: Jordan Smart
Cello: Phillip Trzebiatowski
Violins: Jim O’Toole

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* * * * MOJO ‘exquisite’
‘sweetly addictive’
'glorious Brill Building-style chant, jazz drums and lustrous strings'
‘flowing arrangements build and drive each track, leading us through a world of broken love, memory and magic realism’
‘a latter-day Carole King’ (Lucy O'Brien)

'super smart and keenly observant' (Velvet Sheep)

'That's Entertainment for the woke generation' (Travellers Tunes) ... more

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