With Leaving Birds
Words & music Russell Jeanes,
Guitar arrangement by Dougie Harley,
Performed by Dougie Harley
Strings & string arrangement by Tom Sidebottom

floating down the water
she fills my thoughts today
as I can still recall her in the water
d'you know how it feels
to wave someone goodbye
to watch them disappear
to cast your love aside
slow goodbye the words absurd
since when did good, cause so much hurt
and goodbye, give me the words
my loves away with leaving birds
with leav-ing birds, with leaving birds, with leaving birds, with leaving birds
longing falls around you, pushing down you
now i know I've lost you, what can I do?
d'you know how it feels
to wave someone goodbye
to watch them disappear
along the riverside
slow goodbye
the drifting words
why can't my love just carry hers?
willow leaves will stroke her hair
from thistle downs to ocean air
float goodbye, please give me words
my loves away with leaving birds
snow geese come, as my love goes,
in reeds she slows and river flows,
and ri-ver flows, and river flows, and river flows, and river flows,
my love she goes'

Simple Jayne (with Morning Blackbirds)
Words music & keys Russell Jeanes,
Performed by Catherine Hershey

I once met a girl,
she chose slowly
…what she told me
we talked for a while,
…she said something
but then nothing,
..lips moved no words came
hides in her thoughts,
what she feels, can’t be said,
they’re just her thoughts,
she’s frightened others feel the same,
then she won’t be unique again,
… just Simple Jayne.
with lapwing she plays
and hums slowly
….for him only …
whatever she plays the bird smothers,
with feathers ...no words can away
hides in wood groves,
with eyes never painted,
fringe grown past nose.
afraid if others hear her words,
her deepest thoughts wont be just hers
she’s hiding words
I once met a girl she chose slowly what she told me.

Barley Hops & Yeast (alcohol song)
Words and music by Russell Jeanes
Guitar pattern developed by Scott Fraser* & RJ
String arrangement; Tom Sidebottom & RJ

Performed by Catherine Hershey
(*pattern partially inspired by 'the accidental - knock, knock' - thanks to Stephen Cracknell for saying its ok.)
Barley hops and yeast
fields are growing liquid sleep
Barley John looking for love
drinks fields till he thinks nothing
mmmmmm
(seeded fields drift tongues to sleep)
drinks fields of happiness
corn Barley John
lonely slowly looks to find his love
though tender words succumb,
when barley drifts his strong
alcohol song
lost and all alone, he lays stoned
hops and barley fruit takes full hold
lost and all alone words lie dumb
when love she comes
lost in barleys song, fruit takes tongue,
alcohol song
mmmmmm
come love please come

Smiles with her eyes
Words and music by Russell Jeanes
Arranged and performed by Emily Grace Zornado
when the pollen shoots climb
is the time to see the beauty arrive
under weeping trees, petals shake, anticipate
a smile in her eyes
then she arrives, flesh alive
in brighter skies, lay down beside
then let us lie
your legs entwined
when the forming fruit rise
see the morning sun and tomorrow arrive
honey bees in fields of blossoming lakes
her skin awakes
and she smiles with her eyes
then she arrives, says she is mine
when spring is high, lay down beside
and see her smile with her eyes
Trees Hug Bees
Words and music by Russell Jeanes
Guitar pattern developed by Scott Fraser & Russ
String arrangement; Tom Sidebottom & RJ

Performed by Léa Decan
some heckling crows, wake the yawning pine,
damson plum lift leaves to the morning cloud
petals open wide, lets the pollen float,
for dancing bees to gather and seduce their hosts
she’ll fill blossom skies till scent hangs high
drifting the air with seas of bees
when her musk subsides and blossom dies
we swallow the pollen seed
gold brown, fall down,
she’ll watch her leaves die beautifully
her feet will eat them when it’s springtime
auburn, bourbon ....bees feed
Some heckling crows wake the autumn vine
pear and elder bleed at the edge of brown
heavy fruit trees bow, break their swollen stalk,
for drunken bees to gather and seduce their hosts
she eats words and and sighs to feed the skies
growing fresh air in damson leaves
then, in autumns high, her fruit will try
to fill us with apple seed
gold brown, fall down,
she’ll watch her leaves die beautifully
her feet will eat them when it’s springtime
auburn, bourbon ....trees breathe
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