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In A Mood

by Sarah Ménage

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1.
Wishing Well 05:34
Much as I love your kisses More than your broken promises And that you see the world in me You see the little girl in me And you make it as heavenly as hell You say that you love me But you never think of me When you're drinking in your wishing well You gave me a shoulder to cry on A shoulder too broken to lie on The rock is hard the river is deep But what's the use when you're half asleep? You say that you love me But you never think of me When you're drinking in your wishing well How can you love me or love anybody When you haven't got the heart to love yourself? You say you'll see me later Which means I'll wait all day to Find out I won't be seeing you at all You don't mean to hurt me When you desert me But I'm sick and tired of waiting for your call Cos you're drinking in your wishing well You're sinking in your wishing well You're dreaming in your wishing well You're drowning in your wishing well Sometimes I berate you Sometimes I really hate you With a passion too deep and dark to tell But I'm not above you And I still love you All I can say is I wish you well I wish you well
2.
Summer is over and the leaves are turning brown I don’t really care because the summer let me down And anyway the sun gets in the way Of watching television in the day And soon it will be Christmas Hooray! I dream it might be white I think it might be grey Will Christmas be bringing Santa's sleight bells ringing Doves peacefully winging Choirs of Angels singing Dooby dooby dooby dooten doo doo doo Tinsel in the shops and tinsel everywhere you go Tinsel on the airwaves and under the mistletoe I much prefer a winter to a summer’s day I can turn the heat up high and hide away And soon it will be Christmas Hooray! I dream it might be white I think it might be grey Happy Christmas holiday Maybe Christmas will be grey White's unlikely Christmas might be grey And I can drink too much and frolic Without fear of being labelled alcoholic I’ll buy some stuff I’ll have to waste I’ll stuff a bird and stuff my face I’ll pray for peace and love and joy I’ll sing a song by Noddy Holder And Cliff Richard will remind me of a boy And soon it will be Christmas Hooray! And anyone who’s lost or lonely Will feel worse on Christmas day
3.
I’m gonna love you forever If that is all right I’m gonna love you forever I can love who I like Whatever you do, whatever you may be Whatever happens to you or to me I’m gonna love you forever, mon cheri Cos love goes further Than wrong or right I’m gonna love you forever and a night You won't ever Blow out my light I’m gonna love you forever and a night Love is a bridge between the living And between the living and the dead Life is short but love is long I’m gonna love you forever If that is OK I’m gonna love you forever Like in ‘The Bridge on St Louis Rey’ Cos love goes deeper Than sense or sight I’m gonna love you forever and a night You won't ever blow out my light I'm gonna love you forever and a night
4.
When you cannot cope When you’re losing hope At the end of the rope Get spiritual When your body ails And your vision fails On your bed of nails Get spiritual Let's get spiritual When your shit won’t sell When you feel like Hell You might as well Get spiritual When your stuff’s all frayed When your good looks fade When you can’t get laid Get spiritual Go and sit with no-one and nothing, not even a chair And watch yourself breathe thin air Think of all the men and women who cause you pain And realise we’re all the same We know it's now or never We don't know why or whether All we know is we're all in this world together We all expected some kind of miracle birth We’re all connected To Mother Earth Everybody's life is hard Everybody needs some kind of god Or goddess Come on come on now while we're physical we all need spiritual love
5.
Fantasy 04:44
The lights were off but there was somebody home I considered my options they were leading to Rome So I shook off my shoes and I unhooked the phone Oooooh I unhooked my phone My head was half empty my bed was half full The night was hot but my body was cool I said I’ll slip into something more comfortable Oooooh More comfortable Than my relationships with men Which fail again and again and again What I need now is Fantasy Fantasy - my own web of lies has captured me Fantasy - I’m falling for Mr Nobody I cooked my lobster and cracked my champagne To woo a woman like myself, no champagne no gain I lit my scented candles at both ends For me and my imaginary friends Oooooh My imaginary friends It’s fun for one Or two or three There’s no limit To this kind of party If he’s too busy or away Or too married or too gay Or too young or just too not that into me that way He will be free In my fantasy Fantasy – my own web of lies has captured me Fantasy - I’m falling for Mr Nobody
6.
Two To Tango 04:58
It takes two to tango Or so they say It takes two to tango Two to play But to spoil the fun And fuck up the tango It takes one Only one I can bend over backwards I can go through hoops Bloody hell and high water Like the woman who stoops To conquer for love But no matter what I do It’s never enough Never enough All the self-help boods Sitting on my shelf Are not gonna help me I gotta help myself Cos I’ve been to Relate I can communicate And I’ve learned how to wait I hope it’s not too late To learn to sit it out and not dance With a moody bastard It takes two to tango And it’s two for tea Whereas three is a crowd Two is company And where there is a lock One wants a key I'll never be free of that moody bastard In me Oh he's moody, and he's broody, and he's difficult Oversensitive, argumentative, narcissistic, virtually autistic sadomasochistic, artistic and passionate types Oh yes! He's a bit like me It takes one to know one
7.
Oh my darling Mama I won’t be coming home soon Cos you’ve gone dear sweet Mama And you left me with the darling moon Oh my dear old Daddy I know where you lie But you’re not there my dear sweet Daddy It’s just me and the starry sky I’m singing to no-one It’s my loony tune But it isn't so crazy If I sing it to the stars and the moon Oh you stars, oh you moon, keep on keep on shining above Forever remind me of my first love Oh you stars, oh you moon, keep on keep on shining above Wherever there is light there might be love
8.
Why do I love you so? Why do I care Why do my spirits sink so low When you’re not there? It isn’t the curl in your hair It isn’t the clothes that you wear It isn’t what you say or do It’s just that you are you Why do I love you so? Why do I care? Why do I hate to see you go I don’t know where? It’s not cos you’re kind or fair It’s not that you’re blindingly aware It isn’t that you’re good or true It’s just that you are you You are so you I never could refuse you I didn’t want to lose you Although I didn’t choose you You clown It’s why I don’t regret you It’s why I won’t forget you And I never would have let you down Why do I love you so? &c
9.
10.
I see a wizard who pulls my strings I see a lover of all kinds of things I see a maker of music in my heart I see a player of many parts I see the world in him I see a baker of cakes and bread I see a weaver of tales in my head I see a taker of a mean photograph I see a joker making everyone laugh I see the world in him I see reflections in his eyes of grey I see him fight me and then walk away I see him dreaming but scared that he might fail I see him screaming in the belly of a whale I see a lonely child who needs to take care I see him every way, I see him everywhere I see the world in him
11.
Let Me Sleep 05:49
I miss you baby I miss you dear I'm still your lady Though you're not here Wherever you are you've gone too far Down a road that's too damn steep Oh let me sleep! There's a hope that I cling to A faith that I keep That you'll come to me In lovely dreams You touch my face You tell me things In my sleep So let me sleep! Nowhere else can I find you This side of the deep sleep Though there's nobody I feel you near How can somebody Just disappear? You used to be where I touch thin air As I close my eyes and weep Oh let me sleep! At least I can find you this side of the deep In my sleep There's a hope that I cling to A faith that I keep You'll smile at me So kind and true You'll still be here You'll still be you In my sleep So let me sleep! At least I can find you in my sleep

about

Dedicated to my beautiful family and in loving memory of Mum, Dad, Geoff and Vic


SLEEVE NOTES dated 2011

'We have recorded these songs for prosperity, I mean posterity. I’ve always written songs. Mind you, I’ve always done lots of other things too, but as a little girl I would often stomp about in Pooh fashion, singing any old thing that came to mind. Sometimes I’ve come up with a nice tune but essentially I’m a lyricist, ever in search of composers. In the eighties I wrote a few songs with Jonny Griffiths which were recorded by Harvey and the Wallbangers - he’d give me a tune, I’d write some words to it (the most difficult way of doing it); and I wrote songs with Johnny Miller and sang them in his band ‘The Cuties’– I’d hand him the lyric and he’d come up with the tune (the easiest way of doing it) and later when I moved from London to the West Country I wrote with James Warren - we wrote together at the same time, words, tunes and chords, and he very generously recorded some of them on FOOL’S GOLD, which I can’t listen to now because my voice sounds like the voice of a ten-year-old although I was in my late thirties; I’ve also written songs with Andy Davis and sometimes still do – he’ll write the music and has a strong idea for the lyric, I throw in suggestions and he says ‘no’. Sometimes he says ‘yes’. I tried to write with Pete but we haven’t yet found a way. It’s usually sadness which inspires a song for me, and my latest flurry of songwriting began after being doubly bereaved. I’d just written a couple of novels, not (yet) published (though you can find one of them on the internet if you look - Love In A Wet Climate) and had begun my third novel when my good friend Frank died very suddenly of a heart attack at the age of 60. Soon afterwards my dad died, very unsuddenly ten years after suffering a stroke which robbed him of speech and confined him to a wheelchair. For a while I was incapable of writing anything but lyrics, or doing much other than strumming my old guitar. I decided to buy a new guitar, to teach myself to play it properly and to play my songs in public as I’d finally accepted that they were unlikely to be covered. I found one particular chord sequence I really liked. No words occurred to me, so I used an old lyric – I have quite a few without tunes - ‘Thankyou For The Blues’. I reckoned it was a classic and felt so confident about it I asked Andy Sheppard to play on it. When he said yes I thought I was going to be an overnight sensation and felt really excited. Then one day, when I was chatting to my friend Tim in the Primrose café, discussing the problem of hiring studio time, Pete rolled up and said ‘I’ll record one of your songs for you, Sarah.’ So I went to his place in trepidation with my new guitar. I’d hardly ever played in front of anyone before but I thought ‘just do it’ and I did. What was great was that he picked up his double bass and started bunging something down on it straight away, without really talking to me much and I thought, ‘Oh, he likes it’. That was ‘Tu M’As Dit’ which we still play now at gigs. I presume it’s one of my better ones but I can’t tell; I can’t judge my work until years after producing it; I rely on other people to tell me what’s good and what’s not. Anyway, Pete was at a point in his musical life when he wasn’t doing much of his own songwriting, and we liked hanging around together and eventually one song became eleven, including the title song ‘Who Needs A Man?’ (the answer is in the song). In the end the original recording of ‘Tu M’As Dit’ wasn’t up to the standard of the rest, so we had to do it again. We recorded three songs with Andy Sheppard eventually, including ‘Thank You For The Blues’ (though it wasn’t Pete’s favourite) which I reckon started it all. And maybe I was a bit right about it because Keith Warmington picked it out as the one to play on the radio when I went on his show to promote the album. In the meantime, while we played, recorded, chatted and ravaged his wine cellar, Pete and I discovered that we had loads and loads in common and became fatefully attached. I say ‘fatefully’ because our meeting was inevitable. He is my nemesis. One day I was recording ‘Never Again’ which was inspired by my disastrous entanglement with a French man who turned out to be a bit of a rotter, and the very next day I wrote ‘You Got Me’, which was about Pete! We ran off a hundred copies of WHO NEEDS A MAN? Pete had a printer with a bay for CDs. I designed a cover on folded paper which we fitted into plastic wallets. We got them ready for my fiftieth birthday party. At first we sold them for a mere £10, then £5 then £3. I was not an overnight sensation. With Pete’s encouragement (and his discouragement of my guitar playing) I bought a piano and started practising it, and with some great recordings under my belt I started gigging. Henry Shaftoe gave me the first, upstairs at The Lansdown, as part of his Discerning Ears promotions. It was a great night. Venue called the gig ‘pretty damn good’ and my songs ‘gems’. (Nothing quotable about the album, unfortunately). Pete played double bass, Henry was on drums and then we asked Rach Hall to play violin with us. We called ourselves Ménage À Quatre, and then, after Rach left on a year long European tour, we became Ménage À Quoi because I never knew who’d be playing with me. I’ve dropped the idea altogether now because although it’s a good joke, no-one gets it. Meanwhile Pete, inspired (I believe) by all the effort and energy he’d devoted to my project, wrote and recorded his own album LEVEL MINUS ZERO which is fantastic. It was proving quite difficult to get more than the two of us in a room at once, and Pete wanted to play more guitar than bass so we tried a few gigs as a duo. I wrote many more songs which we added to the repertoire as we went along and earlier this year I decided it was time to record some of them. In April we began. We set a date in November for an album launch thinking there’d be plenty of time to get it together by then, not realising how many hurdles and drawbacks and interruptions of various kinds there’d be. It’s always the way anyway, you work right up to and beyond a deadline if at all possible. We chose the Folk House, Park Street as the launch venue because we’d just gone down famously well there in March, and we very much liked Richard, the sound man, and we asked Dan Ashton to promote us again. Tim had brought his brother (and my old friend) Si Fish to see us. Si loved what we were doing and offered his percussive services to each of us separately more than once, but it wasn’t until we were recording ‘The Stars & The Moon’ that we took him up on the offer. He lifted the whole thing and eventually played on every track, joining us for the launch gig too. Nina Trott (of Radio Banksa) completed the song with Pete’s string arrangement. Andy Davis (of Korgis and Stackridge fame) supplied organ and piano that I couldn‘t play, and rhythm guitar that Pete couldn’t play, we got Clare Lindley and Brian Mullan to add violin and cello to ‘Love You Forever’ and Mike Willox gave us some vibrant jazz piano to replace my static chords on ‘Let Me Sleep’. Pete spent feverish hours mixing and remixing. We had three different ‘Final Masters’ before settling on the absolutely definitive version that you hear here. The CDs arrived on the Friday afternoon, the wallets arrived on the Saturday morning (I had to run with one to the BBC to be on Dr Phil Hammond’s show) and we launched IN A MOOD that Saturday night. These fancy gatefold sleeves were designed the following week. And that’s it, in a nutshell. The rest of the story is in the songs.'

credits

released February 1, 2011

All songs by Sarah Ménage
Produced, recorded, mixed by Pete Brandt at Bassic studios, Bristol
Pete Brandt: basses, guitars, cuatro, keyboards (2,3,5,7) bvs
Si Fish: drums and percussion
Sarah Ménage: voice, keyboards (1,2,5), piano (3,4,7,8,9,10), bvs

Andy Davis: rhythm guitar (2), piano (6), organ (4,9)
Clare Lindley: violin (3)
Brian Mullan: cello (3)
Nina Trott: violin (7)
Mike Willox: piano (11)

Thanks to Jo Swan for cover photos

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