Magician

Magic cloak it seems I’ve not

No wand or disappearing act

I burn in head lights love forgot

Reeling from your impact

Here and now and waiting for you

Guard down, defences cracked

In leaden box and cleaved in two

Only you can can put me back

Magician’s hands, illusionist gaze

Make me whole, put me together

Magician’s spell that only you weave

I levitate, light as a feather,

light as a feather

Fake encounters, staged displays

See right through the veil I wear

Your light reflects prismatic rays

Sharing you more than I can bear

CHORUS

So be my genie from the lamp

So be my Houdini unchained

Fly me on your carpet to far off lands

And make me whole again

CHORUS

SONGWRITER/LYRICIST/VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS/KEYS : Agnes Q

 Unmarked

Two magnets opposingly charged

High ramparts made night from day

I was house-bound, burning logs

While you hunted birds of prey

Love banned but bans called

Lines in sand, the blood lines met

Through it all, joint lives unfold

You the keeper, I the kept

No stone slab stamps this death

Unmarked is the place I kneel

My arms hold a fading wreath

Fingers scatter petals peeled

Hard to say what sparked decay

P’raps soundless lies and sightless deeds

Notched the years and weeks and days

And clayed granite then choked the seeds

Here’s a crypt no one else can see

The living decomposed by war

Polarised lives, and only we

Sense the rot gnawing at the core

CHORUS

SONGWRITER/LYRICIST/VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS/KEYS: Agnes Q

 Shoe Shine Boy

Hey hey shoe shine boy

My bags are packed

And the engines running

Step outside

Hey hey button up boy

Lift your head the sun

Is shining take a ride

Yeah yeah

We’re all slaves to this old routine

Make no bones about it

Get tough, get smart,

Write a book, make a start,

Get a grip, get lit, you’re away

Hey hey shoe shine boy,

I’ve washed my face and combed

My hair I’m good to go

Hey hey brill-cream boy,

Leave a note with a promise

To call in a week or so

Yeah yeah

We’ve all perfected our dark desires

Don’t leave home without it

Get a fix, get a home, I

heard your bank was on the phone,

Get a grip, get lit You’re away

SONGWRITERS/ LYRICISTS: Kim Berry Tom Armstrong • Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS/KEYS: Agnes Q

 Never Belonged

I walk these roads

These old familiar avenues

But they leave me cold

Like melodies sung out of tune

I wish that I could feel

Something else again

But they won’t come back to me

My memories are gone

Because I never never never,

I never did belong

And I never never never,

I never sang your song

Our books had covers covers

Covers of different colours

And the lines I read… came out all wrong

The landscape calls

Echoes of all our favourite haunts

I wander down them

Hoping I can find my roots

I wish there’s something there

Some memories of me

But the more I seek them out

The further they all flee

CHORUS

Some things are meant to be

and some things not

It’s never been home to me

couldn’t fit the mould

No statue of salt am I, I never looked back

I walked away, much happier for that

CHORUS

SONGWRITER/LYRICIST /VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS/KEYS: Agnes Q

 Sun or Moon

Perfect strangers,

Maybe that’s why we are

Coming through loud and clear

Unspoken words suspended

Splinters in the air

We’re past all care

Is it the sun or the moon that’s guiding us

The sun or the moon doesn’t matter much

The sun or the moon we’re doing fine

Another day to get through

Another cigarette

Where are the diamonds we held in our hands

Drag me from the water

Throw me on the fire

Take me to where we were

CHORUS

SONGWRITERS/LYRICISTS: Kim Berry • Tom Armstrong • Deborah Mannas • VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS: Agnes Q

 Jellyfish Conquistador

Who’s that talking to you

Voices in your ear

Do you think its easy

To stand up to one you call leader

Who dyu think you’re fooling

Your words don’t ring true

I hear you it’s just so much blabber

The voices is yours

But the words don’t come from you

Feet of clay, why not consider

Getting an opinion of your own

You change shape like a jellyfish

It’s time you became a jellyfish conquistador

Get an opinion of your own

Get an opinion of your own

You change shape like a jellyfish

It’s time you became a jellyfish conquistador

You seemed like a fair person

But I saw the real you

You smiled and just let it happen

Defended what you should’ve seen through

CHORUS

SONGWRITER/LYRICIST/VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS: Agnes Q

Freakshow

Pictures framed and etched into my mind

Black and white and shades of grey rewind

Set me free / oh

Sleepless nights, lifetimes spent alone

So many years, where’d they go

The soaring hopes of the girl from nowhere

The fevered search for sanity

The darkest hour of a july morning

Leave me me here

Set me free

Oh

Now you’re gone I’m gonna

Burn this freakshow down

Now you’re gone, i’m gonna

Burn this freakshow down

Now you’re gone I’m gonna

Burn this freakshow down

Now you’re gone, i’m gonna

Burn this freakshow down

So in the end what have you left me

The empty promise of a brand new start

I’m half in love and half in mourning

For a silver tongued beat of a cold cold heart

CHORUS 

SONGWRITERS/LYRICISTS: Deborah Mannas • Kim Berry • Tom Armstrong • VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS: Agnes Q

 Body Talk

I watch your lips saying words

I know you do not mean

And I’m amazed at the pain I feel I

don’t know why you want this love to die

But I know what you say is not real

Cause your eyes speak more powerfully

Than any words can ever do

And your body tells me what

Your mouth denies

And your hands and feet

Of their own accord

Are pointed right in my direction

I hear your voice on the telephone

Telling me this can’t go on

That you don’t feel a single thing

But I know what you say is not true in any way

CHORUS

I feel your pain as your close the door

I know how hard this is for you

Trying to fight a love you can’t ignore

But we have to let it die, its true

I know I know I know

CHORUS

Bodytalk

SONGWRITER/LYRICIST/VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS: Agnes Q

 Pay the price

You want a house in a cul-de-sac

You want the tax man off your back

You want it all so you’ll stand tall

But boy are you prepared to pay the price

Oh yeah are you prepared to pay the price

You’ve got a huge seven digit income

And an army under your thumb

You change the rules to suit your moods

But boy you’re gonna have to pay the price

Oh yeah, you’re gonna have to pay the price

A worn out back, a heart attack

A dozen ulcers a-lining your stomach

I’ll lay a bet that’s what you’ll get

Not to mention the alimony…

You wanna live a life of personal gain

You wanna ride that greasy gravy train

But did you ever think as simply

As loving your own family

You can’t escape you’ll pay the price

you’ll wake up shaking cold as ice

You want a wife, a comfy life

Two kids in university that’s nice

But will you ever get to see them

No, you’re too busy keeping your bankers

And your tax accountants happy

SONGWRITER/LYRICIST/VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS: Agnes Q

 Crumbs

Look out the balcony / the same old worlds still

there / though you’ve moved far from me / d’yu

think I really care / and though remembering,

brings out a little tear / I’m so much happier /

now you’re no longer here

Bet you thought / that I’d be grateful for

your crumbs / Grateful for the ashes thaty

ou throw me / But what I’m grateful for /

Is that I realised / that I am so much more /

without you

Walked in the park today / the World’s been /

colour washed / the sky shines bluer now / The

gardens green and lush and though I only see

my own two feet when I look down / at least

they’re taking me / where I can still be found

Bet you thought / that I’d be Grateful for

what comes / Grateful for the half smile

you bestow me / But what I’m grateful for /

Is that I realised / that I am so much more /without you

You taught me how to move on fast / that

there was no point in our love’s revival / what

can I say, you were my best / My best lesson in

survival

Bet you thought that / I’d be grateful for

your crumbs / Grateful for the ashes that

you throw me / Bet you thought that I’d be

grateful for what comes / Grateful for the

half smile you bestow me / But what I’m

grateful for / is that I realised that I am so

much more / without you

SONGWRITER/LYRICIST/VOCALS: Deborah Mannas • ARRANGEMENTS: Agnes Q