Sally Ironmonger

The writing and performing of songs is a mysterious thing.  The things that you expect to work sometimes don’t, and then sometimes little nuggets of gold come out of nowhere. Sometimes a song appears waving a flag and demanding attention, and sometimes it is like trying to squeeze toothpaste back into the tube.The songs that we are drawn to, and want to write, tend to be like Sketches, in the Dickensian sense, little snippets of people or places or scenes, finding a way to express themselves.

MY BACKYARD

I’m sitting on the back step in my own back yard
Cup of tea a sneaky smoke not thinking very hard
In my garden I can see exotic plants from overseas
Growing up in peace beside the old oak tree

I have tulips from Siam and an acer from Japan
And jacaranda coming here from I think from Yucatan
They add beauty and delight to my garden here despite
They don’t belong in the cold sunlight

But now we have the Russian vine That’s crossed the line
& Choked my old oak tree
The Asian hornet heartlessly Kills our honeybees
And honey that’s too much for me

I’m not philosophising, I’ve no expertise, the laws of nature seem very strange to me
And I’m not thinking very hard, it’s just my view from my back step in my own back yard

The birds are in my trees, I love to watch them as they feed
To keep them close to hand I leave them crumbs and nuts and seeds
Some are native to these isles, some have flown a thousand miles
Left everything they knew so their family can surviv

The parakeet’s display, a flash of colour in the grey
Calling in a foreign tongue, I think they’re here to stay
The nightingales still come, they keep their secrets all daylong
We’re blessed when they share their son

The predatory eagle soars above our shores
And shakes my old oak tree
And I can’t stop the jealous crow who seems to know
Where oak trees stand more acorns grow

Well I’m no ornithologist and that’s a fact – 
You’ll have to ask Attenborough for stuff like that
And I’m not thinking very hard, it’s just my view from my back step in my own back yard

I build fences I build walls I have nets both wide and tall
To stop the free for all from all the things that creep and crawl
They want to eat all my crop, from my beloved veggie plot
But it’s all mine and I’ll make them stop 

Just exactly who gets fed, or starves instead
Is based on doubt and fear
But remember all the birds and bees in our big oak trees
Have tiny hearts like you and me

I’m not philosophising, I’ve no expertise, the laws of nature seem very strange to me
And I’m not thinking very hard, it’s just my view from my back step in my own back yard.

© Sally Ironmonger and Brian Carter

Brian Carter and Sally Ironmonger

Sally Ironmonger and Brian Carter have been writing, performing and bickering together for more than 20 years. They have produced 4 studio albums of songs about shipyards, prostitutes, trips to the seaside, self-deprecating amusing songs and protest anthems. They have a quirky and distinctive style, and they aim to entertain, with songs that make you laugh, or cry, or just think.

You can find more information and watch more videos at their website http://www.sallyironmonger.co.uk
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Or on Bandcamp, where you can also buy CDs, or digital downloads.  https://sallyironmongerbriancarter.bandcamp.com