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You & Me Vol​.​3

by Liz Frencham

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matt blick Stellar songwriting and brilliantly varied arrangements with only the most minimal of instruments Favorite track: Satan Sighs.
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Steve Lawson Liz Frencham's creativity goes from strength to strength. Whether writing her own material, or covering other people's, she brings something beautiful and unique to every piece of music she makes. I'm a huge fan. Favorite track: Satellite.
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King of D.I.Y. Oh darling you're my 'can we fix it?’ fella I thank the Lord for such a handy guy You're up and outta bed and headed straight out to the shed Just to prove that your the king of D.I.Y. Such a master touch with paint and plaster but there's a little project getting' overdue For while your renovating your darling girl is waiting here I need a little renovation too I don't mean to disparage all your labour but this marriage to your garage I defy If I was draped across your bench and wearing nothing but a wrench or two I'd get attention, well at least I'd try It's a pleasure that our shower pressure's fixed now and you're fighting the good fight against mildew But while you're busy grouting I'm still pining here and pouting that I need a little renovation too Do we really need to start a new extension to assert your worth amongst the brotherhood? I find it hard to make a fuss about some cantilevered truss when I dream about a different kind of wood I know that all our washers need replacing I hear them dripping out a military tattoo But I don't care about the water as my lover boy you oughtta know I need a little renovation too I don't care if your pallets are well stacked, dear Won't be fainting if that painting is well hung The chimney's well erected, but lately I reflect that other well erected things can be more fun Oh! the way you hold your router's quite arousing but then I haven't been, well, routed since last June Stop grading your abrasives, don't be so damned evasive, lover Show me the best route to the bedroom But there's a sawn off cornice sprawled across the mattress where we could be curled beneath the eiderdown We could be fornicating, instead we're here debating if the backyard fence could use some mission brown No use in fishing for some missionary passion My subtle hints are always misconstrued I'm done with being subtle and I'm deaf to all rebuttal 'cause I need a little renovation, need to fix this situation Gonna push my luck, what's it take to get a formulated plan that's not so gloomy get over here and scrutinise this problem if your willing ‘cause I could use a driven man to take control don't fail me put the hammer down and never mind the fact it's looking rainy, FORGET THE BRICKS AND LAY ME 'cause I need a little renovation too
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Satan Sighs Satan sighs, Pulls on his boots It's so damn hard to get up these days The copy cats all holding court Hardly anyone ever prays these days Hardly anyone ever prays Pitchfork lonely on his shelf Dusty, rusted obselete They got cleverer ways all figured out Almost everyone hurts themselves these days Almost everyone hurts themselves They don't need no cartoon boogieman When they're dying to hurt themselves Scans the paper sees his name In black and white yet far from true Some deeds too low for me to stoop There's no horror they can't out do these days There's no horror they can't out do Satan sighs, Pulls off his boots Collapses in his rocking chair I'd damn them all to heaven, but Hardly anyone knows the way these days Hardly anyone knows the way And hardly anyone ever prays these days Hardly anyone knows the way Hardly anyone ever prays these days Hardly anyone ever prays
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Someday Maybe Someday  maybe  All the ducks will line up in a row Someday  maybe We'll storm the theatre, really start this show But not today Clumsy fingers let the moments slip away I'll let a thousand stupid things stand in the way Of someday Someday Maybe Mirror, show me more than getting old  Someday Maybe, I'll write a  farewell song for moonbeams I can't hold
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Blame it on Rodgers and Hart Blame it on Rodgers and Hart Three notes and then the violins start Two chords to weave a reverie With just a melody You took advantage  and bewitched me  With that old guitar Brought magic to this flea bitten bar You handed me the moon and stars Don't know what time it was But now I'm yours because  Your song is like a silken spiders lair Though I'm trapped I'm well aware While the musics lasts I've lost the will to care All yours To delight or discard Enslaved to a romantic facade I've lost this game, you hold every card And I blame it on Rodgers and Hart My heart is like an open window pane To your lonely blue refrain Now I'm reeling like I'm drowning in champagne Take care with your dangerous art I've fallen now I'm falling apart When I'm alone the lonely will start And I'll blame it on Rodgers and Hart
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Monday Comes Down Monday rolls around again It's gathering speed Picking up passengers I'm tightly wound, so far behind myself that if I squint real hard I'll see my own silhouette Looming on the horizon, yet both clueless when the hammer of Monday comes down Wednesday lost and found again Distracted detail wrangling and shaving of yaks and getting off tracks and generally dancing to the nearest tune I hear What was I supposed to doing? And what was I meant to achieve? It all seemed clear when the hammer of Monday came down. But Friday, floats in and saves the day With some silly pink drink with umbrellas, lycra and a cape. Saturday's lost its crown again And I'm gathering clothes, bottles, dishes and sanity.... Oh how I need a panadeine A week in my king size bed, instead I've got Sunday's scornful frown again I set the bedside alarm I rest in Sunday's arms A small oasis of calm... Before the hammer of Monday comes down
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Lullaby for a Soldier Rest my love We don’t need to make a sound Here and now forever bound Nothing can harm us Just fill these arms Here we make our sacred ground All that once was lost we’ve found And no one can keep us apart Smile my love Pain and fear can’t stand the light Everything will be alright Nothing can harm us Please fill these arms Aching to hold you cradled tight Nothing is ever black and white But no one can keep us apart.

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released December 25, 2015

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Liz Frencham Trentham, Australia

Liz studied Jazz performance at the Sydney Conservatorium of Music & has been working full time as a musician for over ten years. She is an experienced multi-genre session double-bassist & vocalist who has become an audience favourite on the music festival circuit in Australia with acts like Frencham Smith, Jigzag, Devlish Mary, Red Juliet & Jimmy the Fish. ... more

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