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released February 1, 2015

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Bonnie Strides Auckland, New Zealand

Bonnie Strides bring you a veritable feast of folk, acoustic, blues, jazz, Latin American and bluegrass fusion… and yes, we’re just as confused as you are.

Call it world music. Hell, call it whatever you like. Dance to it, sing to it – enjoy it.

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Track Name: Starlings
As I made my way down the white wooden pier,
The wind sang your tune and it played in my ear.
The starlings dance like a flame on the air,
I feel like you’re here in Brighton.

With our backs to the cold by the penny arcade,
Throwing money of old for a bucket and spade.
Our shadows drew long, but together remained,
'Til you took your last breath in Brighton.

So I’d wait by the light of the moon.
I thought you were coming home,
But you left me with starlings calling your name,
Calling your name.

The cracked pebbled lanes took my footing from me,
And the blinding night lights took my eyes.
I drank many nights by pavilion and sea,
You left me forsaken in Brighton.

So I’d wait by the light of the moon.
I thought you were coming home,
But you left me with starlings calling your name,
Calling your name.

[I saw you waiting, under the light of the moon.
I heard the starlings too.]

So I made my way down the white wooden pier,
The wind sang your tune and it played in my ear,
The starlings dance like a flame out of air
I feel you’re still here in Brighton.
Track Name: Crescent Brandy
Class was never your forte,
You blindly walked through daggers that cut your way.
The balding, death of a barman, didn’t care to hear your prose
And the hazy, oil-lit penguins froze

As you poured red wine into the nearest brandy glass.
The chink of green ‘n’ crystal, shattered the farce.

Oooh
Oooh

‘Imposter’ rang in the lady’s ear, as she burst into dust
The smoky hall’s now cold and clear; champagne’s all gone
The red stained glass could be seen from afar
Imprinted in memory, leaving its mark.

As the ghosts of your steps repeat the groove-indented hall.
Tracking where their feet fell and where thicker drops did fall.

Oooh
Oooh

Oooh
Oooh
Track Name: The Road Not Taken
Lyrics based on the poem 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost, (below).

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Track Name: Rich Boy
Working the fields from dawn ‘til dusk,
As the rich young man is kicking up a fuss,
Said the day was too short, wasn’t enough.

Rich boy, lazy boy, gotta keep rolling,
Gotta make money for your pocket and hand.
Rich boy, lazy boy, gotta turn the wheel,
Gotta make the day last as long as you can.

‘Listen up boys, I wanna double the day,
I don’t know I can but I’m’a find a way.’
Little Billy in the crowd put his hand up to say.

“Rich boy, lazy boy, I can keep you rolling,
Make you more money for your pocket and hand.
Rich boy, lazy boy, I can make a wheel,
That’ll make the day last as long as you can.”

Early next morn Rich boy walked the fields,
He grabbed that handle and turned that wheel.
Billy raised his cap and sat at his heel and said…

Rich boy, lazy boy, gotta keep rolling,
Gotta make money for your pocket and hand.
Rich boy, lazy boy, gotta turn the wheel,
Gotta make the day last as long as you can.

Rich boy sweat ‘n’ Rich boy sigh,
Rich boy work hard first time in his life.
Churning that wheel as they all stood by and sang

"Rich boy, lazy boy, gotta keep rolling,
Gotta make money for your pocket and hand.
Rich boy, lazy boy, gotta turn that wheel,
Gotta make the day last as long as you can."

The next day Billy hollered out by the gate
‘Sir, you gotta churn soon before it’s too late’.
Rich boy yelled back from his bed where he lay
‘Let be like before, let it be one day!’

Rich boy, lazy boy, gotta keep rolling,
Gotta make money for your pocket and hand.
Rich boy, lazy boy, gotta turn the wheel,
Gotta make the day last as long as you can.