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Angel Song

by Marilla Homes

A collection of original acapella songs, poems and vocal improvs recorded live in St Brigid's Church, Crossley - with a 10 second natural reverb!
Genre: Folk: Singer/Songwriter
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1. I Stand Before You
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2. Haylee's Lullaby
4:28 $0.99
3. Cricket Duet (feat. The Blessed Cricket)
5:03 $0.99
4. That Lazy Wind
3:16 $0.99
5. Song to the Magpies (feat. The Blessed Magpies)
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6. Nature's Majesty
1:50 $0.99
7. Keep
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8. Settler's Wife (feat. Ryan Tews)
3:09 $0.99
9. The Last Camel Cop
2:15 $0.99
10. Blessed Be
2:23 $0.99
11. Pray for Me Legs
2:12 $0.99
12. Angel Song
4:52 $0.99
13. Muscat Woman
3:42 $0.99
14. Celebration
1:11 $0.99
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Album Notes
Angel Song

Marilla's first album of original material.
All tracks were recorded live by Ryan Tews in St Brigid's Church, Crossley, all in single takes, in March 2014.
Mixed and Mastered by Sunny Kelley
Produced by Marilla Homes
Cover design by Marilla Homes and Jeanie Hague-Smith
Photography by Marilla Homes (Copyrighted)
Ceramic angel by Ursula Dutkiewicz

1. I stand before you
© Marilla Homes, 30th April 2013
Written while walking from Docklands to North Melbourne,
inspired by a dream I had.

I stand before you
Heart whole
Heart once broken
Now restored

You come with armour
Wounded and in fear
What will it take?
What will draw you near?

In innocence and honesty
I can see your pain
What will it take
For you to trust again?

I can see your beauty,
Despite the armour strong
Hiding deep inside
And I trust it won’t be long
Til you stand before me
Heart whole
Heart once broken
Now restored

2. Haylee’s Lullaby
© Words - Marilla Homes 2007
© Music - Marilla Homes and Marty Kelly 2007

I was commissioned to write this song to commemorate the all too
brief life of a baby. So for all those who have been touched by the loss
of a child, may this bring you a little peace.

On the 27th of February, the year two thousand and seven,
Born at your Nanna’s house on your way to heaven.
I bore you only 25 weeks, I wish it had been much more,
But you were so impatient you arrived in the early morn.
(Haylee) My precious daughter, Haylee
(Haylee) With your feet so small and dear,
(Haylee) You are in my heart forever,
In my dreams I hold you near.

We rushed you off to the Royal Women’s on Grattan Street.
I saw your gorgeous dark brown hair, and your tiny wrinkled feet.
On the outside you were perfect, such a tiny, precious girl,
We were torn when they told us your body was so unwell.

That day and night we cried and cried, but we had to let you go.
You are with the angels now and all the babes in heaven, I know.
My name is Kellie McBrien, your father’s name is Tom,
Your Nanna Lyn, she held you too, before too soon you were gone.
(Haylee) My precious little Haylee
(Haylee) Jesus holds you in his arms
(Haylee) You have new wings in heaven
Where the angels now you charm.

In my dreams I hold you near, my love. I will never let you go.
I think of all I planned to do, as I watched you grow.
The fun we would have had together, the memories we’d share,
These may be with others soon, but you know I will always care.
(Haylee) I love you precious Haylee
(Haylee) So beautiful and small
(Haylee) Your dark brown hair and sea green eyes,
We love you, one and all.

3. Cricket Duet
© Marilla Homes 2014

There was a cricket in the church while we were trying to record, and
we couldn’t get rid of it, so I decided to make it welcome and sing with
it. It finally went to sleep about 3 am and we were able to record the
rest of the songs :)

4. That Lazy Wind
© Marilla Homes 2012

After the Cygnet Folk Festival in January 2012, I was walking on the
freezing cold beach on Bruny Island off the east coast of Tasmania and
this song mostly dropped into my head. I finally finished it in time to
sing at a gig the following October at the Clifton Hill Hotel.

That lazy wind it blows right through me
That lazy wind howling through my heart
That lazy wind it won’t go round me
It’s tearing me apart

It leaves me with shivers but not like the ones
You gave me the last ti me I saw you
It leaves me as numb as I felt as I lay
So still on the ground there before you.
Too long it has been since I lay with a man
With love on his mind not debauchery
And the wind stings my eyes nearly leaving me blind
From the tears it rips from my body.

That lazy wind it leaves me lonely
That lazy wind chills me to the bone
That lazy wind it leaves me trembling
Clearing out my soul.

I stand on the beach looking out at the sea
The waves keep rolling towards me
I think of the times I forgot to eat
As the hunger gnaws at my body.
Thoughtless and free by the edge of the sea
The daylight is fading to green.
And I ponder the clouds and the rainbow it shrouds
As the birds chatter on all around me.

That lazy wind it blows right through me
That lazy wind howling through my heart
That lazy wind blows out the cobwebs
Fresh for a new start.

5. Song to the Magpies
© Marilla Homes 2014

As with the crickets during our second recording session, the magpies
were singing with me during the first. So this improvisation is for them,
and with them :)

6. Nature’s Majesty
© Marilla Homes
11:11am, 9th January 2013

On a train from the Blue Mountains to Central (Sydney) during some
serious bush fires, and extreme weather.

Such majesty and power in nature
To inspire awe and terror turn about.
The gentle, warming hearth of home
providing light and warmth and food.
The light of a thousand candles
held in silence, stillness and reflection.
Refuse and waste burned to ash
or fuel turned into power.
Then comes one hot summer’s day,
with high temperatures and high winds.
No longer the complacent country,
cars are packed and homes are deserted.
All it takes is some bright spark
from a fool or a lightning strike.
Then comes the raging inferno, or the slow
relentless crawl of flames lasting for days
or weeks on end.
The anger, frustration, adrenaline and grief.
The powerlessness, fatigue and rage
of the helpless against
the brainless beast of destruction.
With no one to blame, the hurt seek to hurt,
the blameless feel guilty as sin.
The recovery starts, the trees regrow,
the scars are covered with layers of hope.
Once again the faceless enemy returns
to being a useful tool.
For warmth on a cold winter’s night,
the roasting of marshmellows and the
singing of songs around a campfire
are welcome reflections of the awe
and majesty and joy in nature.

7. Keep
© Marilla Homes
23:05pm 9th Jan 2013
The Studio, Wingello NSW

I was reflecting on the paradox of fire, while sitting in a straw bale
studio in the middle of the bush, in a fire prone area, with no electricity
and only candles for light. A candle in the window to light the way

Keep the home fires burning
Keep the candles well alight
Keep the home fires burning
And keep your smile shining bright

Keep the joys and not the sorrows
Keep the lover, not the pain
Keep the hope of new tomorrows
And keep the lesson not the shame.

Share the tears and the laughter
Share the ups and downs as well
Share the joy forever after
The fear of loneliness to quell

Make the most of every moment
Make the best of every day
Make your life a true exponent
Of peace and love along the way

8. Settler’s Wife
© Marilla Homes
23:36pm Wed 9th January 2013
The Studio, Wingello

Written on the same day as Keep and Nature’s Majesty, this is a tribute
to all the pioneering women of Australia, including my grandmothers
and their grandmothers, who were strong enough to raise families
and eke out existence, often while the menfolk went away to work,
and who just put their heads down and got on with it.
Percussion: Ryan Tews

Pain and sorrow trouble and strife
All just part of a settler’s life
Weave and spin in the dust and tin
Spare a thought for the settler’s wife
Hey ho for the settler’s life
Hey ho for the settler’s wife

Clear the scrub and till the land
See the callous on the settler’s hands
She cooks for four and she eats for two
She doesn’t get much with the settler’s band
Hey ho for the settler’s hands
Hey ho for the settler’s band

Shearing sheep will break your back
Pass it on to the settler’s Jack
Keeping house while the settler’s out
Wond’ring if he will ever come back
Hey ho for the settler's Jack
Hey ho will he ever come back?

Going to the bank after fire and flood
A bullet through the skull of the settler’s stud
Sifting through the ash and the dust and mud
All but covered in the settler’s blood
Hey ho for the settler’s stud
Hey ho for the settler’s blood

Pain and sorrow trouble and strife
All just part of a settler’s life
Weave and spin in the dust and tin
Spare a thought for the settler’s wife

9. The Last Camel Cop
© Marilla Homes
3rd November, 2012

At the 2012 Maldon Folk Festival I entered my first song writing
competition and only had two songs to offer. I wrote this poem in an
attempt to have an extra song to sing the next morning. It didn’t make
it to song, but I did read it at the Poets’ Breakfast instead.

In the desert a child runs barefoot through the mosque
Yet is sent home from school to put his shoes back on.
Surrounded by date palms and dust, this oasis called Marree
Was home to the policeman and his young family.

His name was Maxwell Frank Homes.
He was my grandfather
And he was the last of the Camel Cops

He worked with the blacktracker to keep law in the land,
They travelled by camel all over the sand
For miles and miles in the dust and the heat,
The policeman with the thirty thousand square mile beat.

They avoided the whispers of the bush telegraph
By taking a route that was not on the map,
While Mickey the blacktracker sang the songlines
As he walked over country he said “Never was mine”

They caught the rustlers all unawares
As they sat at their ease in the old rocking chairs
And sent them to Adelaide to rot in the jail,
While Tom Kruse the mailman delivered the mail.

His name was Maxwell Frank Homes.
He was my grandfather
And he was the last of the Camel Cops

He was an amateur wrestler, and they say in his day
The best card magician not performing for pay.
Born the son of the Deputy Commissioner,
He always remained a faithful Christian parishioner.

He filmed the drovers in the dust and the mud
As they swam cattle across the Coopers in flood.
He climbed Uluru without chains or white lines
With only the faithful Mickey as his guide.

He left his wife Nita at home for weeks at a time,
But their four sons grew up strong, and fine
To raise kids of their own, with stories to tell me
Of the days when they reached up to pat the camel’s belly.

His name was Maxwell Frank Homes.
He was my grandfather
And he was the last of the Camel Cops.

10. Blessed be
© Marilla Homes 2013

The first version of this song was sung on a beach south of Cobargo
following the Cobargo Folk Festival 2013. There are many alternative

Blessed be the sea
Blessed be the sky
Blessed be the wind
Blessed be the rain
Blessed be the sun
Blessed be the stars
Blessed be the night
Blessed be the dark
Blessed be the day
Blessed be the light

11. Pray for me legs
© Marilla Homes 2012

I was a volunteer firefighter with the Greenvale CFA for over 10 years.
We dealt with many, many car accidents. (MVA = Motor Vehicle
Accident). This is my memory of one of them. For all the fireys and
emergency services personnel - thank you!

Pager goes off again
Code 1 MVA
Possible person trapped
Struggle into clothes
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
Drive into the sunrise
To the fire truck
Slam on the brakes
Park the car
Grab the gear from the boot
Shoes off. Overalls on.
Left boot. Right boot.
Grab turnout coat and helmet
Check for gloves and clamber aboard
Sirens wailing, lights flashing
People shouting
Another crash on Somerton Road
A ute. A car.
Fire trucks. Ambulance. Police.
SES. Traffic control.
Disconnect the battery
Hold the IV
Two on the hoses
Old man driver looking up at me.
Pray for me legs, he says
Pray for me legs
I can’t feel me legs,
Would you pray for me legs?
Make up still on from the night before
Panda eyes under the yellow helmet
“God, you’re beautiful” he says.
“Pray for me legs”
Two off in ambulances
Medi chopper lands in the field
Hold the IV as we put him aboard
Off into the sky as I pray for his legs
Pray for me legs, he says
Pray for me legs
I can’t feel me legs,
Would you pray for me legs?
It’s many years later
So how are his legs?
Can he feel them again?
Can he walk?
What happens to the people we help?
We never hear after we get back on the truck
All I can do is pray for his legs
Pray for me legs, he says
Pray for me legs
I can’t feel me legs,
Would you pray for me legs?

12. Angel Song
© Marilla Homes 2014

There were so many improvisations to choose from! I really felt like
I was singing with the angels in this space, so all of them are Angel
Songs. This is the one that got the name and made it on to the album.
To the many angels who have touched my life, may this honour you
and your gifts.

13. Muscat Woman
© Words - Marilla Homes & Ushonah Hutchings
© Music - Marilla Homes 5th July 2013

Ushonah and I wrote this around the fire in my Brunswick back yard,
drinking muscat and roasting pieces of camembert on rosemary sticks,
while I started to muck about on a borrowed bouzouki for the first
time. Lots of fun :)

The coals are red the sky is clear
I’m being fed sweet camembert
Muscat woman with the flowing hair
Muscat woman in the peacock chair

Eyes of mischief and a heart of gold
Hands so warm they will melt your soul
Muscat woman with the flowing hair
Muscat woman in the peacock chair

What are you going to say?
What are you going to do?
Where will you be when she calls for you?

Muscat woman with the flowing hair
Strumming her bouzouki in the peacock chair
Bring your guitar and your fiddle too
That Muscat woman will have her way with you

Muscat woman with the flowing hair
Muscat woman in the peacock chair

14. Celebration
© Marilla Homes 2014

This is literally the last recording we did before heading back to
Melbourne. A truly joy filled expression of the feeling of accomplishment.

Thank you, all of you. Enjoy.



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