Track 1 from The Other Country

Shouldn’t something have brushed her sleeve
The tingle of a Wim Wenders angel
Holding her back from the might be
Steadying her to what is

In a tunnel of rotting leaves
Or on a dead end platform
Is not love always there?

Ordered from our carriages
We need a drink
Some place to sit out the wreckage
the wreckage of stop

But the air keened hung over the station
The static of someone who has not quite left
Hesitating on the verge of our senses

In a tunnel of rotting leaves
Or on a dead end platform
Is not love always there?

Words by Linda Rose Parkes
Music by Esther Rose Parkes

Track 11 from The Other Country

From the high-rises the tall wind speaks
Of hurrying stars and lonely dreams

When will you find me in the winding streets
The angry traffic and the rushing feet

I’ll wear the green coat with the collar down
bright jade buttons in the dark grey crowd

you’re bound to see me if you wait a while
wait on the corner with your winning smile

I have a small flat on the 7th floor
Beside the park, it has a yellow door

We’ll climb the stairs, the lift it never works
We’ll cook fajitas and we’ll hear the birds

circling and calling we won’t need to stir
from the top of this high rise till the evening blurs

Black tea or coffee which do you prefer?

From the high-rises the tall wind speaks
Of hurrying stars and lonely dreams

Words by Linda Rose Parkes
Music by Esther Rose Parkes

Track 10 from The Other Country

I won’t wear my heart out on men in tuxedos
Unless they dance all night on the lawn
And kiss my eyes in the morning
with hearts newly born
Newly born

The light it blows through my upstairs window
I hear the man knocking at the door
The gulls they sing from my chimney
I won’t wear my heart out any more

I am a woman has drunk deep of shadow
Whose loneliness stalks the road without starts

I won’t wear my heart out on men in tuxedos
Unless they dance all night on the lawn
And kiss my eyes in the morning with hearts newly born
Newly born

I won’t waste my time on fast boys and whiskey
Unless they go the distance to Mars
I picked the wild berries
I’ve rode my black through the snow

Words by Linda Rose Parkes
Music by Esther Rose Parkes

Track 5 from The Other Country

Take me down where the line is broken
Where our eyes can find no light
Take me down to the edge of the river
Where the mud is thick with blight

I knew a woman whose eyes were flaming
From the struggles she had waged
Each one had left her weakened
by the fury of the blaze

But muddy water crawls slowly
It churns inside the mind
turns love to a parched well
where green rain is hard to find

I long to drink crystal water
Drink it fresh from the source
Soothes this burning desire
Safe from the spiteful mud

Just beyond the shadows
air moves like an arc
we can stretch our minds to touch it,
we can breathe it through the dark

there’s water there for the drinking
water for the hurt
rolling cleanly through meadow
where deer can slake their thirst

Our light is drawn from rivers
deep in inside the heart
Take a look and tell me
Where do the rivers start?

I long to drink crystal water
Drink it fresh from the source
rolling cleanly through meadow
where deer can slake their thirst

Words by Esther Rose Parkes and Linda Rose Parkes
Music by Esther Rose Parkes