Music Works – Creative Victoria

Supplementary Material (Audio Files)

Application to Creative Victoria: Music Works June 2022

Ruth Hazleton – Second Album Project

Reference: (Ref: GA-F4496869-857)

Track One (Stay Quiet – demo only)

Written, performed and arranged by Ruth Hazleton

LYRICS:
Hours and hours before the light
            Stars are falling
A flash of lightning strikes the night
            She won’t stay quiet anymore
 
She’s tired by the burden of unwelcome gaze
She won’t look back, her bridges have been set ablaze
 
Don’t sanctify her beauty, it’s not her worth
Nor is she the circumstances of her birth
 
Her beauty is her anger & she is not a slave
She’s deafened by the noise and it’s her own voice that she craves
 
Don’t tell her to hold her tongue
Like her mother once before
She can speak her mind
Her mind it isn’t yours

Track Two (In Your Hands – demo only)

Written, performed and arranged by Ruth Hazleton

A desert rose, reaching for the sunset,
Seeds held by rusty coloured ground,
Evening stars that light ancient pathways,
Where dancing spinifex can be found.
 
The call of birds returning to the valleys,
The sound of rain on cindered ground,
The slow retreat of ash upon the hillsides,
Where new growth on obsidian can be found
 
Hold it in your hands, it’ll find a way 
Hold it in your hands, it’ll find a way
 
Perfect curl, a pearly brittle seashell,
Relentless waves that break the shore,
Every moment so tired in the passing,
Barely noticed when they disappear and can’t be found anymore
 
Hold it in your hands, it’ll find a way 
Hold it in your hands, it’ll find a way

Shackled (Song for Nudem Durek), from Daisywheel (2019)

Written by Ruth Hazleton

This song is included here as an example of previous work undertaken by Ruth Hazleton, Luke Plumb (Producer/ Engineer) and Mattie Foulds at Caribou Records, Scotland (Mix/Master). This is the primary team of creators that will be engaged for this second album project.

Black the night, I am bound
A silent bird in a foreign cage
March of men, the bells are ringing
Poets shackled in iron chains
 
Hush child and halt your singing
Dark eyes turn to the ground
Whispers of truths, deceiving
Ghosts, echoes and chanting crowds
 
            Rivers and mountains, sickle moon, snow
            Shackle the dancers; an ancestor’s woe
            Militant daughters and absent her sons
            A mother is grieving, the damage is done
 
Murmurs of a thousand voices
Song the needle that weaves the thread
Weave and spin the ancient stories
Word for which your daughters bled
 
The mother tongue of stateless pilgrims
Threaten the pillars of prison walls
Guards lay siege to the songs of children
Fettered by thieves as darkness falls
 
            Rivers and mountains, sickle moon, snow
            Shackle the dancers; an ancestor’s woe
            Militant daughter not silent by choice
            Shackle my body, but never my voice