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1.
02:59
SEA OF HOPE I’ve been fallin’ on sad days They drift across the sky Like sea birds that got no home I’ve been fallin on sad days Forgotten how to smile Turn your tide towards my heart I’ve fallen in Seas of Hope Into the arms of a lightning bolt Don’t you swim with me, ‘cause I’ll only get, you drowned I’ve been fallin on sad days Tryin’ to catch my breath Pulling at it on a fishing line I’ve been fallin on sad days I know there’s fish to catch But hunger starts with an empty net I’ve fallen in Seas of Hope Into the arms of a lightning bolt I’ve seen the shadow of a Hang Mans Rope It’s pulled me back from this, icy slope Don’t you swim with me, ‘cause I’ll only get, you drowned Drowned, Drowned
2.
04:10
2 guns at the table And I can’t decide 2 guns at the table The sun is hot and soon will be high But my aim is steady Thought my fingers shake And my fate is deadly ‘cause my heart tends to break The guns are both loaded But I could run into the sunset The guns are both loaded By I could run into the sunset Oh Lord, Shoot me down Oh Lord, Shoot me down 2 guns at the table Ones pretty and ones old That one seems familiar This ones story’s to be told Get your guns at the ready Because I’ll be comin around the bend Once I choose that weapon Someones bound to meet their end The guns are both loaded But I could run into the sunset The guns are both loaded By I could run into the sunset Oh Lord, Shoot me down Oh Lord, Shoot me down
3.
Well, Here comes the tale of Miss Vaudeville Eighteen years old and ready to kill Likes to tie ribbons up in her hair, but be careful boys…. She keeps her Switchblade there Do do do do do…….. Her darling left her, or so they say That’s how she got the name of that blade….. ‘Darling Dearest’ in steel she trusts So she takes the train, to Los Angeles Do do do do do…… Now, Miss Vaudevilles’ the talk of the town With her ribbons and curls, she there to Hunt him down Dancing at Tonys Club, His new bird Then one dark night, she overheard….. “Hey there old boy, see the girl over there The one with the ribbons and the curls in her hair Isn’t that Harrys’ girl, that dirty ol’ rat! Just to up and leave his family like that” Do do do do do…… She crosses the room, Stands behind his chair Tilts his chin and says “ Well Honey, what do we have here” Her fingers are swift as she pulls from her hair, one red ribbon and….. ‘Darling Dear’
4.
Stars in my eyes, Champagne surprise It’s painful, it reminds me Ink in his arms, now doing harm Gonna put down my guns and walk away Om pa pa…. Om pa pa …. Om pa pa…. I’ll kick up dust and the dust will go up, up UP Up in the air like smoke rings Hike up my skirt, rebel and flirt Champagne is painful, reminds me of Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Nobody gets harmed by Blues and Cigars My restless hands play the piani Smoking Havanas in the ashtray My cup of tea sings out for hot whiskey So come sing with me my black beauty Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Nobody gets harmed by Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Don’t let me be charmed by Blues and Cigars Led me away, for maybe a day I’m yours completely Keep kissing me till morning light Kiss me goodnight and leave me Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Nobody gets harmed by Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Don’t let me be charmed by Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars The horse and the hound singing Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars Blues and Cigars My hands are bound by Blues and Cigars Om pa pa…. Om pa pa …. Om pa pa….Pop!
5.
04:40
Oh my stars, light my scars. Pull them apart, and slowly rub salt in ‘Cause it’s all just a game. Don’t have to win but you have to play So, I choose beauty, instead of walking my own grave Oh my stars, fall upon his path He can put you in his jar, and you can light his way For his timing is tragic, even more so than a play But my skin feels electric, when his hands start to play Lay my head down by the river Stretch my arms up on the clay Wrap my hair round The roots of the Willow Oh my stars, Fill up his heart And make mine dark, so I can run away And I’ll go to the west, where my anchor will finally rest That’s where I’ll stay Till I hear him call my name….. Lay my head down by the river Stretch my arms up on the clay Wrap my hair round The roots of the Willow.
6.
I’ve got a new Box of Matches I’ve got a new Box of Matches And I’ve been burning all of my bridges My new Box of Matches Cross at my breast I’ve got this cross at my chest And I confess just what I’ve done, go get your gun, Hun Cross at my breast I’ve got a new Box of Matches I’ve got a new Box of Matches And we’ve got plans to burn this town to ashes My new Box of Matches I’m a wanted woman Ooooh I’m a wanted woman I’m a wanted woman Oh yes, I’m his wanted woman There’s a bounty on my head, bring me alive or bring me dead I’m his wanted woman I’ve got a new Box of Matches I’ve got a new Box of Matches And he’s got plans to burn all of my feathers My new Box of Matches New tattoo I’ve gotta new tattoo They found me in a hotel room with smokin’ guns and bullet wounds New tattoos I’ve lost my new Box of Matches I’ve lost my new Box of Matches He left my body naked and cold and now he burns in Mexico Oh, my new box Box of Matches Burn.
7.
I can tell by the way your eyes are filling up with water I can see by the way your hands are shakin like a leaf I can feel your heart is scared of breaking In my Tiny Porcelain Hands Whoa oh oh oh…… Trust in me you’re in very good hands I can tell by the way that I’ve got goosebumps on my skin And you can see by the way my boots are shakin at my knees I can feel your heart is scared of breaking In my well educated hands Whoa oh oh oh…… Trust in me you’re in very good hands I can tell by the way that I’ve been nibbling at my lip And you can see by the way that we are joining up the hip And I can feel your heart is scared of breaking In my Tiny Porcelain Hands. Whoa oh oh oh…… Trust in me you’re in very good hands
8.
02:36
I won’t let him on the back porch No, I wont let him get to my child I wont let him kiss my trembling lips I wont let him see me smile, when I say Mr Walker, Walk alone ‘cause this lover isn’t home Mr Walker,Walk alone Get back, get lost, get gone Now I’ve locked up the front door Now he’s throwing pebbles at the pane of glass I won’t let him kiss my trembling lips Please sir, all I ask Hear me Mr Walker, Walk alone ‘cause this lover isn’t home Mr Walker,Walk alone Get back, get lost, get gone I’ve been waking in the night, my body soaking wet My gut is trembling like a leaf, my head is all a mess All the suffering, all the pain, makes me smile, for I think again that I don’t need you No, I don’t need you No oh, don’t let me…. Kiss You. Now I’ve locked up the front door Now he’s throwing pebbles at the pane of glass I won’t let him kiss my trembling lips Please sir, all I ask Hear me Mr Walker, Walk alone ‘cause this lover isn’t home Mr Walker,Walk alone Get back, get lost, get gone Get along home.
9.
02:53
Too cold to fight, your goddam right, that I will fight alone You take this knife, and cut the night, into a thousand bones. And I can’t wait to see your face, after the war is done You play with your Tin Soldiers until the battles won. Take my heart Put it in your gun Take my heart, and blow it all to Kingdom come Too cold to write about suicide, and opera for one. So I’ll stand aside, and light the fire, and burn it bright for love You play with your Tin soldiers, their burning in my hearth. The purist love, the Tin Foil Heart, the ashes of the earth. Take my heart Put it in your gun Take my heart, and blow it all to Kingdom come
10.
05:18
She wakes at dawn and slips out of bed She twist her knotted hair, flames of red Her naked toes kiss the marble floor And as she tip toes towards the double doors She’s creeping past scores of rooms Filled with antiques and heirlooms Whistling the same old tune of Poisoned hearts and dusty tombs Silently she opens the double doors The morning air is wet and engulfs her Her satin gown slips off her pale hips And as she sighs she drifts down to river Styx And while she passes picked fences White roses, bad intentions Whistling the same old tune of Ships and sails and silver moons Two coins for The Ferryman stolen from her next of kin Steal her away from home and take her To her lovers bones She hands the coins over to The Ferryman She says “ My child, you must be mistaken I can tell these coins don’t belong to you You stole them from the man you wed The man you slew” “you may never cross my river You’re doomed to haunt forever You lovers bones are not with me You died that day yet He still breathes” Two coins for The Ferryman stolen from her next of kin Steal her away from home and take her To her lovers bones
11.
04:40
Funny what goes through your mind When you know you’re running out of time And as I lay here tied to these railway tracks I wonder how those wheels can spin so fast Whoa oh Vultures circle above me, above my head Sun has burnt my lips, bloody cracked and red And as I hear the whistle blowing down the track I hum along to the train that’s bound to break my back Whoa oh Throw the petals to the wind Black tulips on my grave And the words upon my Tombstone Another soul that can’t be saved, so I Take my secrets to my grave My sunburnt face cooled by a shadow Two rushing hands under my elbows Trying to release me, trying to save my soul Who are you my lovely, I may never know Whoa oh Throw the petals to the wind Black tulips on my grave And the words upon my Tombstone Another soul that can’t be saved, so I Take my secrets to my grave
12.
04:55
Don’t you ask me to be her I promised myself I would never be her again I can’t break when I’m bending But I’ve broken something I just cannot mend I tread lightly but behind me Are earthquakes that swallow up broken men But in my heart there is Bardo And its fertile ground feeds off the ashes of death. But, you’re made of something Spectacular Drawing me in This is the dawning of the rapture and we both know what devils lie within Yet still We begin Take from my table I beg of you As you know, my door is open wide But in your house there are catacombs Where your love and dreams they, come to die But you’re made of something Spectacular Drawing me in This is the dawning of the rapture and we both know what devils lie within Yet still We begin My names Jolene I am the woman from the fables My auburn hair, my voice of spring I am quite able to be The bringer of the earthquakes that swallow up the cradles Don’t ask me to be her But don’t ask me to leave here.

about

Drawing influences from minstrels and storytellers of old, Miss Peach
narrates complex characters and adventure into her songs.
The Travellin’ Bones consist of Sarah Spurs on double bass, Glorit on drums
and Pearl on violin. Each coming from wildly different musical backgrounds
they incorporate the styles of jazz, classical and rock music into Miss Peach’s
songs to create the unique blend of sound that is Miss Peach and The
Travellin’ Bones

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released January 27, 2017

Vocals & Guitar: Miss Peach
Backing Vocals & Double Bass: Sarah 'Spurs' Radford
Album Violin and Cello: Pascal Roggen
Backing Vocals & Drums: Matt 'Glorit' Cheriton

Producer & Additional Vocals: TeMatera Smith

Recorded @ RedRoom Recording Studio Auckland NZ

Mastered @ SAGE Audio Nashville USA

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Miss Peach and the Travellin' Bones Auckland, New Zealand

I fled a life of comfort and familiarity and thrust myself into a new harsh world. A world I was alone in, and had no one to trust except my own hearts beat, and the sun’s promise of dawn...and on the long dark nights, as the devil knocked upon my door, my music spoke the truth of my heart. It spoke of the earthquakes I left behind and the sung of the woman I was yet to come. ... more

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