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How to Care for an African Violet

by Ciara Carruthers

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    Stripped back, acoustic performance with ukulele, guitar, and vocals.
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Stripped back, acoustic performance with ukulele, guitar, and vocals.

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released June 11, 2014

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Ciara Carruthers Portland, Oregon

Ukulele playing, singer-songwriter from Ireland.

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Track Name: White Fluffy Clouds
I very badly need to go running
I feel pent up in my own body.
It's incredible that I won't be alive forever
and incredible that I don't make the most of it now.
I need to put on my shoes and go running
tie my hair up so it doesn't bother me
I need to step out under the sun
in the hope I can again become
a part of the world I live in.

I could so easily be a hermit
but that would surely be the end of it
the final leap into madness,
the nearby ledge overlooking the abyss
I would miss my friends
I would miss my family
but would soon become demented
and in that state you see
avoiding and missing them would be better than
company and revealing the insanity within
Well, if only I talked more and if only I were capable
of telling people when I need help
instead of hoping they might be able
to read my mind or at least the part of my mind
that shouldn't be censored
so not that much of it really...

This is an open letter
to anyone that has two eyes:
I'm not doing so good
I'm not doing so good

It's a beautiful day and people below move about their day
As per often I feel removed from them all
I think I need a normal job
so I too can feel normal and join the ranks of
everyone that complains about their lovely boring job.
But just for now putting on my shoes
and going running
might be all that I need
for a vital dose of sweet reality
I'll run by the beach and try to
shut off my mind
I'll run by the beach and try to
match my speed to
that of the world around
though I don't quite know how
and then I'll look for a lovely, lovely, lovely boring job.
Track Name: Itch in my Feet
I've got an itch in my feet
I think it's time to travel on
My heart and thoughts are mine again
and mine they shall remain
And you can borrow them
for a while
here take them for a spin
Rent is minimal
just a little bit of affection in return
sweet memories of love and fun

Well it's my time to travel on
I've been still for quite some time
Where I go, I don't know
but I'll take some of your things
with mine
Memories of your smile and
thoughts of really happy times
Memories of your smile and
thoughts of really happy times

Let's arrange a date to meet
I'll wear a new dress and do my hair all nice
Bring yourself and nothing else
I'll cherish these moments all of my life

Well let's make food
let's drink some wine
let's stay up all night and sleep all morning
Let's hug and kiss and melt
let's bask in each other
Don't ever forget these moments my dear
cos we have something really special here
Don't ever forget these moments my dear
cos we have something really special here
Track Name: George's Song
You have sailed away
to the shores of all of those places
you haven't yet been
You'll sail free across the sea
to explore all of those faces you haven't yet seen

And oh what a treat
it would be
to occupy that seat
beside you as you sail on and on

The sun and the moon
always shine brighter with you around
and how I love how you love
to fill rooms with sounds
of beautiful celtic musical notes
and stories
and jokes
and quotes

You silly, funny, clever and crazy man,
we will always miss you
always be your biggest fan

So little bird
just say the word
say the time and say the place
and we'll be there
holding our breath
in sweet anticipation
of seeing your face

And oh what a treat
it would be
to occupy that seat
beside you as you sail on and on
Track Name: Your Song
I will never sing you this song
This song is just for me to make myself feel better
I will never sing you this song
You may never hear these words in any shape or form
I will never sing you this song
and maybe if I stop feeling for you how I do I'll regret it
Maybe I'll think
If only I told you, and if only I had the nerve to sing that silly song

My stream moves fast
and that's why I'm sad
because I love and I want
and can't have.

My stream moves fast
and that's why I'm sad
because I love and I want
and can't have.

You breed dishonesty in me
I like to hide my eyes cos they'll betray me
You breed dishonesty in me
I like to hide my eyes cos they'll betray me
You breed dishonesty in me
I like to hide my eyes cos they'll betray me
Track Name: Promise to Me
Oh won't you promise never to say goodbye to me
Oh won't you promise never to say goodbye to me
I can't take my eyes off of you
Track Name: Spinning Figurine
The spinning figurine
so beautifully seen
with one leg wrapped around
the other in a pirouette
She spins on an axis
she wins all the compliments
and she spins around
back and forth
and slowly back again

Spinning, spinning, spinning figurine
Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing queen

Her face is a picture of
melancholy beauty
Eyes cast down
and perfect porcelain skin
Her beauty does not bring her happiness
nor does the love from others that she
finds herself to possess
because she could not love herself any less

Spinning, spinning, spinning figurine
Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing queen
Track Name: Someone Like Me
For me the worst part about being apathetic
is my fastidiously keen awareness of it
because it's not that I can't hear the songs of the birds
or see the fancy cloud formations found upwards
but that all of that is in a format
that's too far from me
to be able to feel.

Coffee awaits me downstairs
coffee coffee fill me with glee and caffeine
And the day outside is cold and crisp and sunny
Crisp winter air
shake me and make me care
And the birds happily and hungrily eat their suet
And I watch from a window keenly aware I'm looking through it
And the wind shakes the pine branches outside
Trees, trees, I can feel that you're judging me

Apathetic is broken down into a and pathetic
followed swiftly by human
or at least that's how I feel it
which is mean of inner me
as if I didn't feel bad enough already
and as if I would not switch it off if I could
and as if inner me weren't the one that could set me free
cos she makes it far worse, oh I curse her, I curse
oh, for crying out loud, is there not something around, hideous inner me,
that could stop your incessant glaring at me

Today I won't go running, as I ran yesterday
and the day before,
which is a shame as I would so adore
to feel completely worn out and switched off
and too tired to feel what a waste and a disgrace of a person I am today,
and I would run run run run run, run run run run run, run run run run
away from such a pathetic human

And the nicest cardinal you ever did see
hopped and flew past, yes right past me,
trying his best and utmost to make me feel
his truth which is that life is good and sweet
but he's in one place and I'm in another
and I tell him he must stop,
that with this girl his beauty just hurts her
and to the dove, and the cardinal, and the little chickadee,
I say,
"thanks but don't waste your time
on someone like me".
Track Name: Moving on Time
Oh if only I could know without asking
and if only you could tell me without my probing
but what good would it do anyway
I could be doing just the same
and I'd actually really like to
but at the crunch I'd be thinking of you
and I'd have to say, "I'm sorry, some other time"
But you wouldn't,
not at least in my mind

So you'd be there all rosy and fresh
and I'd have wilted just a little bit
and I'd look at you and feel numb
thinking about what you might have done.
Then afterwards we'd part for good
and my heart would cry because it would
have said something, anything, everything
It would have flood you with all its feeling.

Alas my mind is not one to concede control
which is essentially what troubles my soul
It wants what my heart also wants
but my mind walks about in their faces it flaunts
its thugness and its smugness
When all I really want is to feel the caress
of your hand not mind
And to see a ryhyme on this page
About drugs, alcohol, sex, or rage
Not again about the sadness of my heart
It's wearing thin, and apart
from that, you're not even mine
So it really wouldn't be a crime
So enough with this heart-felt rhyme
It's moving on time.