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Yerbazú

by Renny Jackson

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Way So much to like about this album.... So true; the words found on the back of a sugar pack.. Favorite track: Ain't Payin' Back No Loan.
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They’ve got money for fences, money for gates Money for temples, money for space Cash-flow for hatred, credit for races I'm livin' in red so know where your place is I ain’t payin' back no loan Said I ain't payin' back no loan Money to bomb, money for drones Ain't payin' back no loan There’s a crunch then a crisis Sucker-punch, roll the dice Such a shame your face isn’t on a face They're rolling them now, as you chase to keep pace I’m gonna lilt, tilt, keep on watering the base Ain't payin' back no loan... Liquidity for kings and royal weddings Sequins in your teeth, build a ski slope on the beach Tax havens off shore, cash in my top draw Chat back answer that, never feed a fat cat Ain’t payin' back no loan… They can feed you a staple diet Of stable-feed and mash Labelled ‘100% Real Beef’ If they can cheat, sellin you horse meat I ain't payin' back no loan...
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FROM THE HEARTLANDS Well the rain falls in Birmingham Gently on the roof There’s a fire downstairs but don’t be scared Stick together, we’ll see it through This city’s like a metronome Keep your finger on the pulse We’ve been building towers of song That are strong, stronger than most From the Heartlands Well the paint pots empty At least the brushes were filled And the bristles might be dry, I wonder why But you know they’ll be wet again soon In this festival of confusion My friends have sung before We’ll find a way through the damp dark grey And when we sing we sing with soul From the Heartlands Well the rain still whispers Though few people hear Just you wait for that urgent escape And we’ll be coming, we’ll be coming near From the Heartlands
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Lucy Goosey Blues Flourescent pink and yellow green Dashed across their face Spirals, spots and lines that curve Their cheek-bones all ablaze Piercings, stubble, plats and bubbles It’s Carnival at last The people gather, the people revel Together in my mother’s flat We were just chilling in the kitchen My bro and his friends too Singing, “Honey rum lemon beer and gin! I’ve got those Lucy Goosey Blues.” We were just chilling in the kitchen I wish you’d been there too Singing, “Honey rum lemon beer and gin! I’ve got those Juicy Lucy Goosey Blues.” A cat scratched in the alley The devil stretched and beat his back The drizzle on a London street The heat the carnival relaxed Bobbies bopping on the doorstep We smiled denials then danced some more Spindle legs and triple jointed arms You know you don’t need to be so cool Chorus T-Rex’s and Terradactals Peer out from guarded doors Their faces sneer at the youth who dare To dance and sing and break their rules Empty bottles line the tables Randoms out on the floor, The bass booms, the lullaby lulls ‘Sleep my baby’ after Carnival
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Triana Bridge Should’ve seen the signs of our dreaming Lucid walking, seamlessly seeking The truth beneath the bed sheets surface; I crossed the country to her mother’s house There was red on the wall and I panicked out The paprika powder exploded without her Another bender that she didn’t know about But I love her, crossed out the deed of a lover and I feel redeemed Every time I see her face on the bridge And I love her, crossed out the words of a lover and I feel redeemed Every time I see her face on the bridge Poems flow on her yellow paper She’s the finest thief of language’s art I trace the crease as her tongue leaks Words that strike the night’s spark But a pursuer followed Her breats made no mistake She’s chased by ghosts in the dark And I love her, crossed out the deed of a lover and I feel redeemed Every time I see her face on the bridge But I love her, crossed out the words of a lover and I feel redeemed Every time I see her face on the bridge Every time I see her face Every time I see her face Every time I see her face On the bridge
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Free Western Sahara On a distant dusty road There was a distant dusty stone, Kicked by a soldier on his tea break . The stone rumbled forward As he stepped back and he thought, ‘Why can I not be more like that stone?’ In a distant deep blue sea There was a distant shoal of fish, Who muttered as they rocked upon the tide . ‘Why is it that these ships Keep on cutting up our necks?’ Thinking back to 1975 On a silver mound of sand Stood a sullen silver moon, Who watched with a scythe in her hand. She said, ‘I’ve to come to reap the harvest, But the furthest I could get Was to dig out hidden landmines underground.’ And she said ‘Free Western Sahara!' ‘Free Western Sahara!' ‘Free Western Sahara!' In a rotten pile of tin Baked rusty by the sun, A conversation could be heard amongst the waste; ‘Hey you, you can of tuna? What’s the deal with us all bein’ here?’ ‘I’ve no idea,’ replied the other tin in haste. Underneath the tin Were some rocks and veins of gas, Minerals that glimmered unabashed. Said the phosphate to the propane, ‘It’s insane all this profit!’ ‘Stop it, you’ve ideas above your shaft.’ Sure enough the sun came down To torch their necks, Blistered almost to a cinder. But the elders cried As they shed their eyes ‘’Our revenge will be the laughter of our children!" And they said ‘Free Western Sahara!' ‘Free Western Sahara!' ‘Free Western Sahara!'
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OVER LAND AND SEA And we’ve been working all hours And we’ve been screaming and shouting We’ve been working all hours We’ve been just roaming round town They say that the seas all frozen over I still dip my toes in the ocean Though the sea’s all frozen over I still dip my toes in Won’t you take me the way back home Won’t you take me the way back home Won’t you take me the way back home Back where we belong And they cry ‘Over Land & Sea!’ All the way down Green Street But through these London eyes I sought new skies to seek They say that the seas all frozen over I still dip my toes in the ocean Though the sea’s all frozen over I still dip my toes in On the back of a sugar pack I found some words I like ‘Dreams are wasted On those who only dream at night’ Tell me, do you feel alive? ‘Cause I do
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Dragonflies 03:57
DRAGONFLIES Foreign leaves from foreign trees Crunch like snakes under foot Drangonflies they fly like flies The present of the present present I sit where dogs stand still The patch of stubbled grass between paths Landlords walk arm in arm Runners sweat sweat on their backs Did they ever ask? In the eye of the storm I found the words at times perpetual And incensant I sit where others sweat sunsets as we embrace the darkness What would you make of this? If all you wanted from love Was all you need If all you wanted from love Was all you need Regimented troops of school children run Ducks quack quack quack quack quack Feet shuffle shuffle, hustle rustle, shuffle shuffle I tred on leaves in the grass And if they every ask... If all you wanted from love Was all you need If all you wanted from love Was all you need You’d be free
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Ballad of a Private Man Well I followed the yellow brick road But it didn’t lead to Oz So I went through the fields and the streets and I sang Everyday so I could be free No I didn’t just click my heels I’ve worked and worked for hours Walking and playing, thinking and saying Everything’s gonna be fine Father , father look at my hands Father, father look at my eyes There’s a story behind This melody, in your memory Father, father open your mouth And if you must, open the bottle We can sing and sing and shout But to talk is all I wanted all these years And when I sing I sing with blood And the traces of our paths North, South, East, West Where are we going?
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Six Eagles 03:53
Six Eagles Words are like pearls they say they hide in the ocean So I ripped off my clothes and dived in to find them When I opened my eyes, the salt sea was blinding And the rhythm in my head from the pressure was building So I flailed with my hands, to grab hold of something Kicked off the bed, headed straight for the ceiling And just at the edge my body stopped breathing I thought ‘Where are these words I’m supposed to be feeling?’ I don’t need pearls just a thought to believe in In the tapestries they stitched and the wood that they carved in Depicted the world as a full coloured marvel Ravaged my eyes with their dreams and ideals Stretched on the winds over thousands of years So I picked up a pen and set about engraving Words on a page to convey all these visions Images of love and war with precision Cast with an iron only love can keep molten You are alive as long as your not forgotten Lastly, they sang but first only shouted Screamed and complained of the suffering around them Captured in sounds that served to appease them No search of fame just a wound to be healing Then the forest joined in with the birds and their laughter The spit of the fire, the sigh of the lover And then when they danced they soared even higher The moon shed a tear when the singing was over Til they sang again; ‘Doctor, doctor! Please find a cure In the breeze in the plants that you know For the girl from the mirror of the sea Send the eagles from where the witch sleeps’

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Originally recorded as Yerbazú:

Renny Jackson: Guitar and vocals
Ian Scionti: Mandolin
Rafa Torres: Double Bass

Engineered, mixed and mastered by Enrique Mengual at Rec Studios 21, Seville, Spain

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released October 12, 2014

Words and music: Renny Jackson

Arrangements: Renny Jackson, Ian Scionti, Rafa Torres

Produced by Renny Jackson and Ian Scionti

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"Listening to tracks by Renny Jackson and loving them. Great lyrics." George Monbiot, Guardian Columnist

"Renny Jackson writes lyrics with the sensibility of a poet, plays complex guitar with gusto and finesse, and delivers his songs with a simplicity and directness that marks him out among his peers." Paul Murhpy, The Songwriter's Cafe
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