1. |
I Am The Day
03:21
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I Am The Day
(Cardier)
I am the day begun with the sun -
I will say with my morning light
Awake, gentle one -
And you and I will see the flying thing circling -
I am the day, I am the day.
You are the night, you take me away
And you might whisper when we meet
Sleep, if you may -
And you and I will see the flying thing circling -
You are the night, you are the night.
And we were the circle, we were turning -
Learning the circle will not bend -
No, the circle will not bend
And there is no beginning,
And there is no beginning -
And there will never be an end.
You are the night, you take me away
And you might whisper when we meet
Sleep, if you may.
I am the day begun with the sun -
I will say with my morning light
Awake, gentle one -
And you and I will see what any two in love may see -
Every night and every day -
And you and I will see what any two in love may see -
You are the night, I am the day
And we will see the flying thing circling away.
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2. |
The Juggler
03:44
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The Juggler
(Cardier)
Did anybody see the juggler anywhere?
Did anybody see the coloured galaxy
That he would dare to juggle anywhere for free?
Did anybody see?
Did anybody see?
Did anybody find the juggler anywhere?
Did anybody find a painted kind of life
Then you were there to juggle anywhere at anytime -
Did anybody find?
Did anybody find?
Did anybody see? Did anybody know?
Did anybody see how the juggler missed his throw?
And made the people smile and say,
‘He’s just a juggler anyway
To juggle things as jugglers do.’
But if you understand that what you are is in your hands
Then you’re a kind of juggler too.
Did anybody see? Doesn’t anybody see?
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3. |
Every Wounded Bird
03:26
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Every Wounded Bird
(Cardier)
Once, you counted on your earth to find you -
Wonder where your earth has gone to -
Every wounded bird can tell you.
Once, you counted on your sky to fly to -
Wonder where your sky has gone to -
Every flying bird will know.
To be everything you counted to be -
Everything you counted -
I can keep the score, I can keep the score,
I can keep the score and did you ever wonder
Once, always knew your earth
And once, you wondered of your sky
And once, you counted every wounded bird.
To be everything you counted to be -
Everything you counted -
I can keep the score, I can keep the score,
I can keep the score and did you ever wonder
Once, you counted on your sky to fly to -
Wonder where your sky has gone to -
Every flying bird will know.
Every flying bird knows where every flying bird goes -
Do you wonder where they go to?
Every wounded bird can tell you.
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4. |
Papersong
03:07
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Papersong
(Cardier)
Paper, paper is the face
Of a paper person from a paper race -
You must try to understand -
Listen, if you can -
Paper legs don’t stand.
Paper, paper are your friends -
See how you can fold them -
See how they can bend -
You must try to understand -
Listen, if you can -
Paper legs don’t stand.
And I am another paper man.
Crayon, crayon is your name -
Crayon could be coloured
But it’s crayon all the same -
You can decorate your eyes -
Technicolour lies on someone’s paper prize.
And I am another paper man.
Paper, paper is the face
Of a paper person from a paper race -
You must try to understand -
Listen, if you can -
Paper legs don’t stand
Another paper man.
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5. |
Willow Tree
02:10
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Willowtree
(Cardier)
Willowtree, so it grows
And so often it happens I suppose
And occasionally, so it goes, it goes -
We knew the way to willow place.
Willowtree, and so often we may tell
So it may be
For every time we may dwell upon
The willow place by willow pond.
I remember, oh so very well
My willow one and I in a time gone by.
Willowtree
And so often, we still talk about
Those walks that used to be -
Occasionally, by the willow pond -
Knowing all along when it’s gone, it’s gone.
I remember, oh so very well
My willow one and I in a time gone by -
I remember how the willowtree
Grew for you and I -
So it goes
And so often we may tell so it may be -
For every time we may dwell upon
The willow place by willow pond.
So it grows
And so often it happens I suppose
And so often, we walk by the willow pond
Knowing all along when it’s gone, it’s gone.
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6. |
The Heat
05:59
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The Heat
(Cardier)
Heat, wounded sky, bleeding trees -
Torn land and a tortured sea -
Buildings could be stones upon the ground -
Everybody something lost and found -
Once, there was a sun up in the sky -
Tell me why there is no sun and I still feel the heat.
She was of the sky -
She was fierce to my eye -
When the earth was at her feet
She gave birth to the heat -
The heat come on, the heat come on slow.
Heat, silence is where every noise will hide -
Red river turning with the tide -
Bone mountain towers overhead -
Everybody something else instead.
Once, there was a sun up in the sky -
Tell me why there is no sun and I still feel the heat.
She was of the sky -
She was fierce to my eye -
When the earth was at her feet
She gave birth to the heat -
The heat come on, the heat come on slow.
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7. |
Rolling The Ocean
03:53
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Rolling The Ocean
(Cardier)
Rolling the ocean, turning an angry land -
Watching the motion of the sand
And learning the world of an ordinary man
And feeling like a lonely traveller on the moon.
A simple thing, waves are on the ocean -
A simple thing if I may say
And if you could see the simplicity
In-between the ocean and the wave.
Rolling the ocean, turning an angry land -
Watching the motion of the sand
And learning the world of an ordinary man
And feeling like a lonely traveller on the moon.
Below, we know everybody grows and the wind blows
In a different kind of way -
In a different kind of way in-between, in-between.
A simple thing, mm, the grass is green -
A simple thing it might have been
And if you could see the simplicity
In-between the grass and the green.
Rolling the ocean, turning an angry land -
Watching the motion of the sand
And learning the world of an ordinary man
And feeling like a lonely traveller on the moon.
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8. |
One More Word
02:19
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One More Word
(Cardier)
Stonily, could be a word for people in a street -
Stonily, could be a word for people in a street -
And I have one more word to say
Of the ones of stone I know
And that word, perhaps, could be a word of pebbles
At your feet, at your feet.
Woodenly, could be a word for moving in a room -
Woodenly, could be a word for moving in a room -
And I have one more word to say
Of the ones of wood who fence
And that word, perhaps, could be a word of bridges
Under you, under you.
Natural, could be a word for being what you are -
Natural, could be a word for being what you are -
And I have no more words to say
Of a way so naturally
Because a word would seem to be a word of plastic
Next to you, next to you.
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9. |
The Mother Goose Song
04:35
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The Mothergoose Song
(Cardier)
Someone said Mothergoose is dead -
Someone is running by my window -
Someone cried Mothergoose has died -
Somebody’s footsteps running to somewhere outside
And peace is real
I know by my window
Whether Mothergoose could really die.
Someone said Superman has bled -
Someone is falling by my window -
Someone heed, Superman can bleed -
Somebody’s footsteps running to somewhere indeed
And peace is real
I know by my window
Hoping Superman can really fly by window.
I saw someone going by -
Could be a stranger in a storybook time
But somebody’s footsteps sound so strangely like mine -
Yes, somebody’s footsteps sound so strangely like mine -
So real.
And by my window I know peace is real
I know by my window whether Mothergoose could really
Die by my window -
I know peace is real -
I know by my window hoping Superman can really
Fly by my window.
I saw someone going by -
Could be a stranger in a storybook time
But somebody’s footsteps sound so strangely like mine -
Yes, somebody’s footsteps sound so strangely like mine -
So real.
Someone said Mothergoose is dead -
Someone is running by my window.
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10. |
The Whales
03:42
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The Whales
(Cardier)
Someone, far beyond the line of the horizon,
Across the distant sea,
Listens to the beaches, the towns beyond the breakers
And he probably is listening to me.
And sometimes he tries to tell us,
But the towns beyond the breakers
Cannot hear the quiet whispers
That roll so ever-gently from someone
Far beyond the line of the horizon,
Across the distant sea.
So he sends the whales to tell us
And they lay out of the breakers
As giant, silent reminders
Of someone who is waiting
From where the whales came
To reach the towns beyond the beaches of the sea.
So the whales came to tell us -
They may as well be whispers -
But he will still be listening
To the towns beyond the breakers
And he probably is listening to me.
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11. |
Goodbye Mickey Mouse
02:53
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Goodbye Mickey Mouse
(Cardier)
What was your name again?
I think I’ve seen your face but I cannot place you -
I think I’ve seen your face but I cannot place you.
What was your name again?
Oh well, Mr Mickey Mouse, you’re welcome at my house -
Mr Mickey Mouse, you’re welcome at my house
If you ever come by sometime.
So goodbye Mickey Mouse, how nice of you to call -
But I really don’t believe I’ve known a Mickey Mouse at all -
So goodbye Mickey Mouse, what are you going to do?
Now, I really hope you find someone who recognises you.
Mister, if you ever come by sometime -
Funny, but I never was someone for names -
Funny, but I never was someone for names.
What was your name again?
Oh well, Mr Mickey Mouse, you’re welcome at my house -
Mr Mickey Mouse, you’re welcome at my house
If you ever come by sometime.
So goodbye Mickey Mouse, how nice of you to call -
But I really don’t believe I’ve known a Mickey Mouse at all -
So goodbye Mickey Mouse, what are you going to do?
Now, I really hope you find someone who recognises you.
What was your name again?
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12. |
Days Of Wilderness
04:15
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Days Of Wilderness
(Cardier)
It was made in days of wilderness
And the children made it well
From gathered pieces of wishes from the places
Where they played.
It was made in days of wilderness
And the children made it grow
From broken parts of laughter from the places
Where they played,
It was made.
And do you see what it really means to me -
To be growing more, to be growing less?
It was made in days of wilderness
And the children made it grow
From broken parts of laughter from the places
Where they played,
It was made.
And do you see what it really means to me -
To be growing more, to be growing less?
It was made in days of wilderness
And the children made it well
From gathered pieces of wishes from the places
Where they played,
It was made.
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Glenn Cardier Sydney, Australia
Post 2000, Glenn Cardier’s re-emergence as a songwriter/performer of real distinction has been nothing short of extraordinary. In typical single-minded fashion, he writes, performs and produces his music. Onstage, there are the trademark flashes of dark humour and thumping rockabilly/blues. But underlying it all are the songs. Happy/sad songs. Sweet/crazy songs. Cardier songs. CDs on the website. ... more
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