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We said yes. Alive at Ronnie Scotts. Soho London Bass Phil Scragg Drums Mike Bradley (2) Guitar Ivor Goldberg Percussion Gary Hammond Piano, Keyboards Janette Mason. Producer Debbie Dickinson. Vocals Carol Grimes V. Oh I saw you walking down the street the other day You didn’t see me, and I thought lucky oh lucky because I know you. Oh no, don’t throw away today - we’re having such a good time. Do...

Christmas songs for the season

We Are One Sing For Joy Choir by carol@carolgrimes.com

Jacques Brel: Chanson https://carolgrimes.com/london-tales-my-love-for-oscar-brown-jr-and-beautiful-songs-if-i-only-had/

Blues for Louis. From my CD - Mother. Inside my room, single bed, sink and gas ring I listened to the blues, black vinyl warm spinning heart wanting the sound in my mouth. Outside a window open in the summer heat, the street below the rowdy - dow of Earls Court Road. 1965. Saturday night down to Louis's subterranean home made mystic with leaves, sticks, stones, incense filling the air as he cooked...

A Princes Parade. Call in the flowers. Out of Cinque If flowers were warriors I would marshal them onto Princes Parade. An army of bluebells. A squadron of sunflowers A battalion of bees and a platoon of poppies Marching onwards from the beaches. Let us muster the mad March winds. Galvanise the moon and the stars. Shout out loud to those who turn away eyes and ears. Those who sleep walk - never he...

The Dance. A poem speaking of my love of the paintings of Marc Chagall If I could choose - I would be living - under a round yellow sun, where - a red fiddler stands, with a ring in his nose- a blue violin tucked under his chin. Let the music begin. A golden green girl I would be - long indigo hair, sea shells for a necklace. I have flowers for the fiddler, afloat on the breeze in the skies. A tip...

Gold In Them Hills Song by Ron Sexsmith I know it doesn't seem that way But maybe it's the perfect day Even though the bills are piling And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling But if we'd only open our eyes We'd see the blessings in disguise That all the rain clouds are fountains Though our troubles seem like mountains There's gold in them hills There's gold in them hills So don't lose heart Give the da...

The Singer's Tale by carol@carolgrimes.com

The Singer's Tale by carol@carolgrimes.com

Running Away. by carol@carolgrimes.com

Mystery Train by carol@carolgrimes.com

I’ll be the moon. Grimes/Hrybowicz © 1980s V1 I thought I saw you on a crowded street. When we touched, it wasn’t you. I smell your perfume in an empty room I see your shadow on a stair. V2 Was it your face I saw - reflected in a neon glare? I heard your voice above the city noise - when I walked out late last night? V3 I find myself forgetting You don’t live here anymore. I took message from you...

The Independent. A review for QEH Show. This was followed by "I Said She Said", another "confrontational" improvised piece for three pairs of women singers. By the time The Shout tore into "I Sing Because I Sing", the audience was hooked. This is a tremendous ensemble piece, with featured solos and duets. Carol Grimes was in particularly good form for her duet with Wayne Ellington. The Shout close...

No beer and bright lights. No place could be as bad as this. They said we’d have a ball Would you rather be another place with me? This ain’t no fun at all - this ain’t no fun at all. No beer and bright lights. No beer and bright lights. Hey you would you take my advice? Don't wanna feel this bad I’ve been there once don't wanna make it twice Feels like I’ve been had. Feels like I’ve been had. See...

Chain gang by carol@carolgrimes.com

Lush Life.

The s t o n e © a stone, a frozen stone, a watching, careful stone. hard. seeing, hearing stone. deep, deeper down you do not touch. lying, impenetrable. cold, you do not touch it, silent, you do not hear it. it's as hard as the ground in a north country winter. drop it it will not crack, no back to snap. no shadow will be cast, it is a dark place kick this stone it will make no sound, ice around...

Heroin. @ Deptford 2006 Annihilate me. Numb my mind. Fill my veins with a smoke screen. Drip Drip Drip feed me. Let it slowly take me to a warm soft and silent place. I do not recognise this hand. My body was in pain. Now my mind is indifferent. I do not care where I am. Abandon me here. I am warm. I taste no tears. I feel no - I feel no - I feel nothing. I am sinking into dark, dark velvet in sil...

Clara the Clown © Grimes Deptford. 2006 I am a clown, a knave. No grave face on me The masquerade is here. I am a jester, a joke on my lips. Listen. A serenade in your ear Let me persuade you to stay a while. Promise I’ll never mislay this smile. I will be Comical Musical Mystical Please Be my friend & we’ll all join the Carnival. It’s a wonderful day. Let me entertain you. I am a coquette, a fool...

Ruth & Carol and Giles by carol@carolgrimes.com

Some Bach, some songs with Cello & voice

Ruth & Carol by carol@carolgrimes.com

Ruth & Carol. Track 02 by carol@carolgrimes.com

Ruth & Carol Track 04 by carol@carolgrimes.com