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Discography

"Our World" is an eclectic mix of folk and pop songs with even a country song - something for everyone!

Many different inspirations for these songs:

From the Irish Healy Pass "Bealach Scairta" during the Black `47 years of the potato famine & in England the infamous: "Witch Finder General", to wide ranging climate change issues; "The Greens and the Golds" & "Easter Island, to people watching in a bar: "Wish You Were Waiting For Me", to personal songs: "Sitting There At Your Knee" (a finalist in the Song-Of-The-Year competition) & "My Little One" - all songs that are from "Our World"...

Many thanks to my friends: Karen Maxwell; for a two-year collaboration (!) & vocals on "The Witch Finder General", Simon Wright for his excellent lyrics on "The End Of The World" & Jackie Bishop for contributing her lovely backing vocals on "Watching You Fly Evgenia" & "Our World" & to Joshua Lynch for his cello playing on the title track. Thanks also to my friend Kristian Øie Jensen in Norway - for pointing out "the good, the bad & the ugly" on early song versions with suitable slashes of his Viking 'sword'! Also, to Denise in Ireland for helping with Irish pronunciations for the "Bealach Scairta" lyrics; for which Diane Johnson drew a wonderful picture - many thanks guys!

For anyone who downloads the whole album - if you contact me, I will send you the beautiful "Our World" 16-page colour booklet free-of-charge, with all lyrics and background information included.

Our World

Our World

  1. 1. 1 Bealach Scairta (The Way Of The Sheltered Caves)

    1 Bealach Scairta (The Way Of The Sheltered Caves)

    Bealach Scairta (The Way Of The Sheltered Caves)
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre


    Time was, we went the way of the sheltered caves
    Scrambling over cols and corries through rock strewn ways
    In far flung moors and streams, we laughed and played
    But times, were changing in those care-free days

    Time was, the Caha mountains divided our hearts
    Then Black ’47 drove us further apart
    The rain kept falling down, stranding horse and cart
    Friends leave for the new world, to make a fresh start

    Across Bealach Scairte, I followed my heart
    To my sweet Róisín in Adrigole
    But she held me at bay until I could say
    Which flower I’d caress, next to my chest

    Time was, she lived in the shadow of Hung’ry Hill
    Collecting seaweed to ward off, hunger’s ills
    Until they built a famine road over the pass
    Caha sons and daughters could court at last

    Across Bealach Scairte…

    At last I cried out to her, “my sweet scented rose”
    At last, she whispered “yes” – now you’ve prop’ly proposed!

    Across Bealach Scairte…
  2. 2. 2 The Greens and the Golds

    2 The Greens and the Golds

    The Greens and the Golds
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    Storm clouds gath’rin’ more often these days
    Heads in the sand? – oh yeah, we’ll be ok
    It’ll blow over soon, sunbath on the moon
    Gaze back in wonder - hum Major Tom tune, he’ll be here soon

    Will we stagger and stumble, gamble and grumble
    Fiddle in the rubble of Rome
    Will we wake-up in time, before the last line
    of our history’s set down in stone

    And the greens and the golds
    So fragile and old, the life that teems in the sea
    Bleached skeleton white
    distressed by the fight, warm currents seduce you and me, from what we see

    And the blues and the greys
    in each spreading wave
    Foam rabid on the ebbing tide
    From the whales to the plankton, there’s no holy sanctum
    from the debris we’re casting aside, the devil’s been untied

    Wind starts blowing, it twists and it turns
    Funnels straight down to old Tommy’s home
    He dives for cover as it’s torn to shreds
    Thinking he was lucky, his life’s still ahead, that’s what he read

    Will we stagger and stumble…

    And the greens and the golds…

    Yeah we’re hooked on acid
    Choked down by the gasses, that spew from the wealthy and few
    The face-mask cities that everyone pities,
    invade our TV news - it’s our kids that loose

    And the blues and the greys…
  3. 3. 3 Sitting There At Your Knee

    3 Sitting There At Your Knee

    Sitting There At Your Knee
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    I never knew, you Grandma
    You died when I was only three
    But clearing out my dad’s old things
    You reached ‘cross the years, to me
    And suddenly, suddenly
    I was sitting there at your knee

    I turned your scrapbook pages
    War-torn years went marching by
    Two brothers fell in battle
    Your words betrayed tearful eyes
    So young to die, so young to die
    Standing at the old graves, where they lie

    Sitting there at your knee sharing
    All, your memories
    You showed me a time gone by
    you showed me how they’d lived and died
    They’ll live on in me

    A photo shows you cradling
    a bundle, that was me
    Though I’ll never hear your voice
    Your smile was just for me
    And suddenly, suddenly
    I was sitting there at your knee

    Thumbed faded yellow pages
    Treasured poems copied lovingly
    Now, “The Moving Finger writes…”
    Means so much more to me
    With you I sigh, with you I sigh
    The moving finger’s moved past you and I

    Sitting there at your knee sharing…

    I never knew, you Grandma…
  4. 4. 4 My Little One

    4 My Little One

    My Little One
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    Where is your playmate, my little one, playful one
    What are you up to, my little one fair?
    Where has he gone now, my little one, joyful one
    What is he up to, my little one Claire?
    You tottered out the room, holding tail of Tabby cat
    Now he’s king of your high chair, well imagine that!

    Now you are giggling, my little one, funny one
    Now you’ve gone quiet, my little one fair
    Now there is movement, my little one, noisy one
    What are you up to, my little one Claire?
    I peeked around the corner, made sure that you’re all right
    You had opened up the cupboard, crawled in out of sight

    These times of joy, I’ll cherish for ever
    These times of fun, such innocence and pleasure
    Outside, worlds may collide
    But inside our heaven survives

    Now it is bath time, my little one, eager one
    An ocean awaits you, my little one fair
    Now you are splashing, my little one, soapy one
    Squeals of delight from, my little one bare
    Yellow ducks bobbing round you, on seas of bubbling white
    And now’s come the time, to hug you goodnight

    These times of joy, I’ll cherish for ever…

    Good night
  5. 5. 5 You Make My Heart Beat

    5 You Make My Heart Beat

    You Make My Heart Beat
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    You found an empty place abandoned long ago
    Swept out the tumble weed and the piled-up snow
    Bestowed your healing touch and now I know, your love

    Cos you’re in my blood stream, yeah you’re in my blood stream
    And you make my heart beat, yeah you make my heart beat

    The chambers of my heart are where you dwell
    That’s where you’ve wrought your magic, worked-up your spell
    You brought me back to life before I fell, too far

    Oh you’re in my blood stream…

    There are places I still can’t go
    There are faces I try to forget
    You’re my cure for so many past regrets

    Cos you’re in my blood stream…

    You’re in my blood stream…
  6. 6. 6 Watching You Fly Evgenia (with Jackie Bishop)

    6 Watching You Fly Evgenia (with Jackie Bishop)

    Watching You Fly Evgenia
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    The crowd holds their breath
    Expectation fills the air
    The ice arena waits
    A young girl’s standing there
    Alone

    Gossamer blue dress
    Long sculptured legs
    Concentrating eyes closed
    She prepares the woven threads
    To come

    Music starts, time stands still

    Skate for your life
    Glide ‘cross the ice
    Blades cutting through, to hold you
    Arms circle round
    Spin through the air
    Tears in our eyes
    Watching you fly, Evgenia

    The crowd stands and cheers
    To her graceful moves
    One flows to the next
    Sign writing grooves
    Her trade-mark

    Music builds, time stands still

    Skate for your life…

    Step by step her alchemy
    From the hours and the pain
    She weaves her tapestry

    Skate for your life…
  7. 7. 7 Our World (with Jackie Bishop)

    7 Our World (with Jackie Bishop)

    Our World
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    Our world
    Is spinning slowly
    Through time and space
    While humans’ race

    Making plans
    Our sons and daughters
    Complete the chain
    Where dreamers reign

    And the world keeps turning round
    no matter what, we say
    or what, we do
    Generations come and go but
    that’s just me and that’s just you

    Golden years
    Of children laughing
    Bright tears of pride
    Cloud parents’ eyes

    Whirling round
    Just holding on to
    The lives we lead
    While our world bleeds

    And the world keeps turning round
    no matter what, we say
    or what, we do
    Generations come and go but
    that’s just me and that’s just you

    Could be forever
    If we care enough
    Could be forever
    If we love and care enough
    Could be forever
    If we care enough
    Could be forever
    If we love and care enough
    For our world
  8. 8. 8 Wish You Were Waiting For Me

    8 Wish You Were Waiting For Me

    Wish You Were Waiting For Me
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    Saw you sitting at Artesian’s bar
    Your lips moistened with red Merlot
    In a daring black dress and gleaming pearls
    Eyes bright, ready to go somewhere
    Waiting, Waiting for someone

    I wish you were waiting for me
    I wish you were waiting for me

    Glancing at your watch I saw you wonder
    Where in the world, could he be?
    As you sipped your wine and looked around you
    Your eyes passed right, over me, you where
    Waiting, Waiting for someone

    I wish you were waiting for me…
    When you saw him you broke into a smile
    Eyes shining bright, as your pearls
    Then you stood and walked out hand in hand
    While I faded back to, nether land, I was
    Waiting, Waiting for someone…

    I wish you were waiting for me…
  9. 9. 9 Rehab Baby

    9 Rehab Baby

    Rehab Baby
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    Darlin’ do you remember, the night we met
    I was dozing on that Greyhound bus when
    you got on dripping wet
    A Chicago cloud burst hadn’t
    dampened your smile,
    My ol’ guitar, made room for you
    As we sped through country miles

    Found it so easy, chatting with you
    Towns fell behind us, as we
    swapped points of view
    I didn’t like Presley,
    You didn’t like Garth Brooks
    Playfully you punched my arm
    when I said, I love your looks

    I’d been a drifter singing dead end bars
    Raising dollars for travel & the end of a jar
    Didn’t believe in soul mates
    ‘ till that night that I met you
    You were my rehab baby
    You pulled me though

    You stayed on that bus with me
    as we swept past your town
    You said you’d been meaning to leave
    but just hadn’t got around, to it
    The freedom of the open road
    Is what you’d always longed to feel
    The restless pull of wanderlust
    satisfied by humming wheels

    I’d been a drifter singing dead end bars…

    Any Greyhound bus will do, my love
    If you don’t know where, you’re going
    Sometimes, I guess, you just have to get lost
    Before you know, where you’re heading

    I’d been a drifter singing dead end bars…
  10. 10. 10 The Witch Finder General (feat. Karen Maxwell)

    10 The Witch Finder General (feat. Karen Maxwell)

    The Witch Finder General
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre & Karen Maxwell

    T’was the time of the Roundheads
    T’was the time of Cavaliers
    Suspicion & confusion
    reigned for many long years
    Enter Matthew Hopkins
    The witch finder general
    So heartless, he became notoriously famed
    And for twenty shillings a town
    He’d hunt your witches down
    Inconvenient souls would be named
    Oh the shame

    T’was the wrong time to live
    T’was the wrong place to be
    In Manningtree it started,
    Lizzy Clarke was her name
    Oh John Rivot the tailor
    What have you begun, with the
    Poor old crippled maid that you blamed
    She was deprived for a week
    Of much needed sleep
    ‘till she confessed to the word that he’d framed
    Oh-oh the shame

    And you were damned if you did
    Damned if you didn’t
    Drown in the swimming test
    Sink to the bottom, float to the top
    Swing for the witch finder’s quest
    (pause) He’ll never rest

    T’was the opening of the flood gates
    T’was the hanging of many innocents
    No one will take pity,
    if you find yourself blamed
    The Witch finder general
    He’ll come around and test you
    For familiars of evil he thought that you’d tamed
    There’d be no turning back
    Along the witch hunter’s track
    That he’d laid to make his false claims
    Oh oh the shame

    And you were damned if you did…

    So hide your birth marks
    Say your Lord’s Prayer well
    Or you’ll be flung in jail
    Where none will mourn your fate
    Wear the noose to hell’s gate
    No matter how loudly you wail

    And you were damned if you did…
  11. 11. 11 Easter Island (Fallen Trees)

    11 Easter Island (Fallen Trees)

    Easter Island (Fallen Trees)
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre

    Rapa Nui's Easter island
    Echoes empty in the breeze
    Remember me, remember me
    It's a tight rope balance that,
    King Mutua must survive
    How the Rapa Nui's thousands could,
    all be kept alive
    And as he viewed with horror
    Dying canopies of green
    He bowed to Moai statues so,
    the gods would intervene

    Slow the rise, swift the fall
    and all before his throne
    Bowed down before him on the ground
    A graveyard of splintered bones
    When one strong heart, stood alone
    swaying gently in the breeze
    Awaiting final judgment day
    Show wisdom sire please, sire please

    When you lose your balance start,
    creaking at the seams
    All the fallen trees confirm
    your nightmare dreams
    But when you hit rock bottom start,
    decaying from within
    All the fallen trees one day,
    may start to rise again

    Haunted Moai statues still,
    Gaze out across the sea
    Searching the horizon for,
    Those not blind to see
    And In their silent presence they,
    cry out loud and clear
    Beware the path that takes you to,
    The old ones lying here, lying here

    When you lose your balance start…
  12. 12. 12 The End Of The World (feat. Simon Wright)

    12 The End Of The World (feat. Simon Wright)

    The End Of The World
    © 2020 Music & Lyrics Andy LeFevre & Simon Wright

    Salt sea fresh from its ocean
    Re-awakens me
    There’s nobody here, at the end of the world
    Nowhere is more free

    Steep bluffs no place for the living
    But that’s just fine with me
    There’s nobody here, at the end of the world
    No body but me

    Back in the real world
    You seek my confession
    With a finger gun held up to my head.
    Your eyes flash as you wield your aggression
    You twist each word, that I’ve said

    Two islands fill my horizon
    Sentinels protecting me
    There’s nothing you’ll steal, at the end of the world
    ‘Cos here it’s all free

    Back in the real world…

    Sentinels can never be broken
    They’re now part of me
    There’s no pain I’ll feel, at the end of the world
    Cos here it’s just me
    Here it’s just me