Shelley Barratt: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)
• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)

A rough of the first song on the upcoming album, "Water from Heaven"... there will be full instrumentation with a piano solo in the middle.

They grow like weeds
I turn to seed
I wander the mines of their behavior
And field the countdown of our lives
Our lives

Taking turns to feed
The hungry they know no guarantee
I watch them through the window
Of ticking clocks and wind-up personalities

And if you’re thinking
I’m talking about food
Then water son
And soak down to the roots

Roots, they offer some sort of direction
Attached to the earth entwining your affection
Roots, they know how to survive
Even in brighter times
Nourish the need to stay alive
Alive

Shelter solace not fade
My offer here as always is made
I trade you not what you remember
Intuit now and feed the flaming ember

And if you’re thinking
I’m talking about food
Then water son
And soak down to the roots

Roots, they offer some sort of direction
Attached to the earth entwining your affection
Roots, they know how to survive
Even in brighter times
Nourish the need to stay alive

They grow like weeds