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Lay Me Down
02:47
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Lay Me Down ( words & music by Abigail Joffe )
Lay me down and love me
Hold me, I’m yours
Whisper something sweet in my ear
Caress me slowly, really get to know me
Then lay me down and love me once more
Sun is shining, we can stay in
Rain is lashing, let’s get soaked to the skin
Whatever the weather, we’re okay
Making love, any time of day
Lay me down and love me
Kiss me, I’m yours
Speak the kind of words that I adore
Undress me slowly, that way you’ll get to know me
Then lay me down and love me once more
Lay me down and love me
Hold me I’m yours
Whisper something sweet in my ear
Caress me slowly, get to know me
Then lay me down and love once more
Birds are singing, it’s a brand new day
Alarm is ringing, stay in bed anyway
Let’s go swimming after dark
Stay up all night, be ahead of the lark
Lay me down and love me
Take me, I’m yours
Breathe a little fire into my ear
Take it slowly, really get to know me
Then lay me down and love me once more
Come on and lay me down and love me once more
Once more
Lay me down and love me once more
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2. |
The Growing Season
04:17
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The Growing Season ( words & music by Abigail Joffe)
You’ve made a bed in the place we always planted
Cleared the weeds and brambles away
Seeds of hope like the plots our children started
Bidding us to go another day
Husband, how does your garden grow?
Who’s that pretty maid, standing all alone?
Does the sound of wedding bells, ring like an empty shell?
Tell me husband, how does your garden grow?
Remember how we used to set and sow in such abundance
How peas and beans and sunflowers grew
Our September harvest laid out our budding romance
Nurtured through the wind and rain and snow
Husband, how does your garden grow?
Who’s that pretty maid, standing all alone?
Does the sound of wedding bells, ring like an empty shell?
Tell me husband, how does your garden grow?
I bore the winter storms alone this year
All through December
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3. |
Stop This Now
03:13
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Stop This Now ( words & music by Abigail Joffe)
I like the way you stroke my face
With gentle intention and your tender grace
I like the way you hold me close
Till the ice that’s trapped inside me starts to melt and flow
I like the way you day my name
Between your lips it sounds to me like poetry
I like it when we’re in touch
I like it, I like it, I like it so much
That I think that we should stop this now
I think that we should stop this now
I think that we should stop this now
Before it’s too late
Cos I don’t like the way you clutter up my head
And I just can’t concentrate on anything else
I don’t like the way I keep checking my phone
Or the way I start to miss you on the days when I’m alone
I don’t like being so out of control
I don't like the way I’m slipping back into those old roles
I don't like it when we’re out of touch
I don’t like it, I don’t like it, I don’t like it very much
So I think that we should stop this now
I think that we should stop this now
I think that we should stop this now
Before it’s too late
Did you imagine it would taste like this?
The sweet fruit of Eve
The consequence of one illicit kiss
And where it all might lead
But I like when we’re in company
And I look across the room to find you watching me
I like it when my hands are numb
And you put them in your pockets and you keep them warm
I like the way your eyebrows smile
Whenever I walk in and catch you by surprise
I like the way we touch
I like it, I like it, I like it so much
That I don’t think that we can stop this now
No I don’t think that we can stop this now
I don’t think that we can stop this now
It must be too late
I guess it’s too late
A little too late.
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4. |
Serengeti
04:02
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Serengeti ( words & music by Abigail Joffe)
Almost twenty, Serengeti, you played the Weaver bird’s tune
And I loved you in the afternoon
This was the summer of our first embrace and the song that filled the room
Was the unbelievable softness of you
Oh, oh,oh love making
In the delicious heat of the young
We lay in bed while the evening crept lazily over the floor
Your sweet lips flavoured with yellow paw paw
You held me tight as we inhaled the night , talked about futures in store
I wanted you, you wanted me more
Oh oh oh rule breaking
In the delicious heat of the young
At the harsh edge of morning, consciousness dawned
I gathered my clothes from the floor
Quietly tiptoed out of the door
Deep in your dream your expression serene
White cotton sheets all askew
Is my unforgettable memory of you
Oh, oh, oh love making
In the delicious heat of the young
Oh , oh, oh rule breaking
In the delicious heat of the young
Oh, oh , oh risk taking
In the delicious heat of the young
In the delicious heat of the young
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5. |
The Love We Make
03:48
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The Love We Make ( words & music by Abigail Joffe)
Woke up and you’d already gone
The pillow warm it hadn’t been that long
Thought I heard you moving in the hall
But it was just the wind against the door
Picked up a book lying around
It fell quiet on the page you read aloud
Oh babe, oh babe
I wanna feel your loving fingertips
Trace the shape of my lips
I wanna feel the weight of your embrace
Touch the core of my ache
I want the love we make
Don’t wanna spend another night alone
Just hear your voice down the telephone
Don’t wanna see you anymore
If it’s only on a screen from the other side of the world
Don’t wanna read your written words
Or remember your face from a picture
Oh babe, oh babe
I wanna hear the pulse of your heart beat race
Smell the scent of your skin
I wanna settle in to that familiar place
Breathe with each breath that you take
I want the love we make
Oooh ooh
I want the love we make
Ooh ooh
I want the love
I want the love
I wanna feel your loving fingertips
Trace the shape of my lips
I wanna feel the weight of your embrace
Touch the core of my ache
I want the love we make
I want the love we make
I want the love we make
I want the love we make
I want the love we make
I want the love we make
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6. |
Tell Me A Story
04:33
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Tell Me A Story ( words & music by Abigail Joffe)
Tell me the story that’s written inside your heart
Begin at the end and finish at the start
Tell me how you stole the sigh from my throat
And the careless clack of heels on cobblestones
Tell me your hopes
And all of your dreams
Tell me blossom and fallen leaves
Show me the secret hidden in the pages’ folds
Show me whatever the past and the future hold
Show me how foxes danced as I walked by
Quickstep to the bedroom, cheap red wine
Show me your pleasure
And all of your pain
Show me sweet summer rain
Tell me, tell me, tell me a story
Tell me so I won’t forget
Tell me, tell me, tell me a story
That I won’t regret
Draw me the map that ‘s etched across your palm
Over the Sahara Desert to Shangri La
Draw me a silver bowl of gathered lust
Tangled limbs of dawn, your eyes like dusk
Draw a picture of you
Draw a picture of me
Magnificent naivety
Draw you
Draw me
Magnificent naivety
Lead me through the landscape of your soul
Lead me out of empty into whole
Lead me from the cold in my bones
To the warm light of your copper tones
Lead me through hope
And all of our dreams
Lead me through blossom and fallen leaves
Tell me a story, that's all about us
Tell me a story, that's all abut love
Tell me a story, that's all about us
Tell me a story, that's all abut love
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7. |
Romantic Traveller
03:39
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Romantic Traveller ( words and music by Abigail Joffe)
Scorching July burns your feet on the sand
You’re caught in the moment, in the warmth of her hands
Lazy heat haze, lose track of days
You’d stay here forever
She’s watching the weather
Lovers come and go, with the pull of the road
You ought to know, she’s a Romantic traveller
Hazy mist fades, frost follows dew
The rhythm of days feels heavy, too soon
Starlings are murmuring, geese on the strand
Autumn leaves her singing,
She’s packing her bags
Lovers come and go, with the pull of the road
You ought to know, she’s a Romantic traveller
Mountains change hue, nights turn colder
November arrives you’re another year, older
Lovers come and go, with the pull of the road
You ought to know, she’s a Romantic traveller
Lovers come and go, with the pull of the road
You ought to know, she's a Romantic traveller
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8. |
The Answer's No or Yes
03:43
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THE ANSWER’S NO OR YES ( words and music by Abigail Joffe)
Would it make any difference
If I whispered your name?
Would you hear my meaning
And would things between us change?
What if I told you how I’m feeling
And how you’re always in my head
Would that be enough to tempt you
Or just even to persuade?
Oooh – ooh -ooh ooh ooh
I guess the answer’s no
Oooh – ooh , I guess the answer’s no
What if I laid out all my treasures
And then I let you take your pick
Would we start a new adventure
Would our balance start to shift ?
Ooh ooh
Do you think it might be yes
Ooh ooh
I don’t know if its yes
What if I led you to the water
And gave you just a little sip
What if I were to kiss you now
D’you think it might be worth the risk ?
Oooh – ooh -ooh ooh ooh
The answer’s no or yes
Oooh – ooh
Please tell me no or yes
Ooh ooh
Are you gonna make me guess?
Ooh ooh
Well then it must be, yes
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Twelve O'Clock in Greenwich ( words and music by Abigail Joffe)
I met you in the doorway of the Dorchester Hotel
On a boat on the Atlantic , we were riding out the swell
In New York on the sidewalk with the traffic rushing by
Oh where will I meet you next time ?
The first time that we met was on a plaza in Madrid
On a cliff above Ceann Trá, we made our marriage bed
High up on a mountain pass, the wind was rushing by
Where, will I meet you, next time ?
Through so many centuries
Through so many lives
searching for a face I recognise
When will be reacquainted, when will we be free
To look directly, in each other’s eyes ?
In a bar in Portugal I met you once again
The last time was in Paris, we were busking by the Seine
At twelve o clock inn Greenwich, we met right on the line
Where, will I meet you, next time?
Through so many centuries
Through so many lives
searching for a face I recognise
When will be reacquainted, when will we be free
To look directly in each other’s eyes ?
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10. |
Bonus Track
04:00
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11. |
Safe Harbour -
04:35
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Safe Harbour ( words & music by Abigail Joffe)
Give me safe harbour
Where the water lies still
A mirror reflecting
Rose clouds over hills
And the strand in the morning
Where no one has walked
Glows brilliant and knowing
An ancient gold torc
Dee da dee dee dee dee, dee da dee
Give me safe harbour
Rest my head on your chest
Slip your arms round my shoulders
Treat me as your guest
Till the storm has blown over
And the sirens have sung
Give me safe harbour
I won’t stay long
I’ve been washed up wanting
I’ve been tangled in weeds
I’ve been battling the monsters
That lurk in the deep
I’ve been losing my mind
I’ve been losing my grip
I’ve been cast out drifting
Now I’m jumping ship
Dee da dee…
Give me safe harbour
Rest my head on your chest
Slip your arms round my shoulders
Treat me as your guest
Till the storm has blown over
And the sirens have sung
Give me safe harbour
I won’t stay long
Dee da dee
Give me safe harbour .....
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Abigail Joffe
'Feminine and sensual with a hint of whimsy' is how Abigail's music has been
described.
A singer-songwriter who is based in Dingle, Ireland she has been influenced by the greats of her childhood : Dylan, Cohen, Mitchell - as well as the contemporary Irish scene: Villagers,Cathy Davey Damien Rice. Her literary narrative style blends tones of Kirsty McColl with shades of Eddi Reader & Joan Baez .
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