Samantha Sweetland

- Presents

Jammie Sammy

Jammie Sammy has indeed been one Jammie little girl. Serendipity shined down on her the day she stumbled on the Rrrants mob, They took her under their wing, a shy fairly mediocre thing, bewildered by stage lights, bamboozled by audience members and a jibbering wreck at the meer thought of getting up and performing infront of people. Now at the grand old age of 29, the past year she has managed to wrack up an amazing list of gigs with the help of the rrrants gang, from performing with fantastic people like Mitch Benn, Blyth Power, T.V. Smith, Tempole Tudor, Luke Wright and Jude Simpson

She has managed to mingle her way into performing at stunning venues like Bang said the Gun, Poetry Kapow, was asked to play at Rich mix's Autumn Seaso launch and even managed to wrangle her way onto the set list of several nights with the Rrrants crew at the London Fringe Festival. Her greatest honour to date has been to play the Narrator of Paul Eccentric's "The Sorry People" One man show.

Jammie Sammy, every day, just wakes up and can't believe how amazing her year has been. She truely finally feels part of a family. True that family is a bunch of nutters but hey that's what families are all about.

Armed with her trusty pink guitar and even trustier husband, there seems to be nothing she can't do...(except tie her own shoelaces and look over the age of 10)

jammiesammy on Myspace

Life

What is music? Leaves on a breeze.
Birdsong consuming the air that we breathe.
The sound of laughter, of children at play.
The colours of dusk at the end of each day.

What is happiness? Eternal love.
Peace and goodwill, snow white turtle doves.
Heart shaped balloons, icecream and cake.
Little girls smiling, swans on a lake.

What is hate? Conflict with guns.
Being kept in the dark, from the light of the sun
Fighting and cursing. Killing and Dying.
Friends torn apart, little kids crying.

But what is life? Guns on a breeze
Fighting consuming the peace that we breath
Killing and Icecream, Cursing and Cake
Little girls dying, swans on a lake.

The girraffe dreams

Dreams give you hope among many things
And the girraffe had dreamed for so many days
So with strong willpower he grew himself wings
That he could fly into space and frolik and play.

Then the girafe flew, with all of his might
Into the darkness away from the sun
And when he found dusk, the beginning of night,
he stopped and he fluttered and looked for some fun.

"Stars stars" he yelled "come out here its true"
"I've grown some wings so I can come play with you"

And one by one the stars they came out
They sparkled and twinkled and hovered about
and they grinned and they laughed and all started to shout

"but a giraffe cannot fly, go away, go on, shooo!
We are wishing stars and can not play with you."

The giraffe felt his heart break his eyes filled with tears.
"But I've been dreaming of playing with you stars for years
I even grew wings just so I could fly,
So couldnt you play, please give it a try."

The stars gathered together and whispered in haste
While the giraffe sat there hovering, suspended in space
And when the star whispering conference was done
the lead star smiled and said "lets have some fun"

So now if you look up, into the night sky
You might just see that giraffe flying so high
flying on dreams that he held so true,
And it might make you hold tight, onto your dreams too.

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The spider song

(which actually has 3 endings spider win lose or draw, and is played to a warped version of house of the rising sun)

I've seen the spider, i've seen its size.
With 8 giant legs and 8 beady eyes.
I tried to kill it, but it took me by surprise.
That spider was faster than i'd realised

It went under the sofa, the table, and the chairs
it attacked the cat, it caught it unawares
and now its camped out under the stairs
I gotta admit im more that a little scared

I want to call the police I want to call my mum
I want to call anyone who'll make that spider gone
but i guess I've got to deal with it on my own
because that fucking spiders gone and cut off the phone

in my room i've barracaded me
i can hear that spider watching my tv
he drank the last beer that was the final straw
so i've packed my bags and im heading for the door

the spider thinks its won i can see it in its glare
so i whacked it with my bug zapper that I had prepared
but now im wishing that I had a kalashinikov
because that bug zapper just simply pissed it off

now im writing this all from the wing
of the hospital the spider put me in
he roughed me up real good and he made me cry
but ive had the last laugh cause ive called the F.B.I

now its over the champions not me
they tried to catch it but it escaped the country
I thought it was all over, but he still messes with my head
He spams my email from the world wide web.

Death of a Mum.

I'm sorry that I won't be there,
to brush your teeth, and comb your hair.
To tuck you up in bed each night,
and tell you everythings alright.

I'm sorry that when things get tough,
your fathers words won't be enough.
You will not find my warm embrace.
So you'll need to put on a brave face.

Know I'll miss you, as you'll miss me.
So please keep me in your memories.
Do not forget your mothers love.
As I watch you from high above.

I always want to shout out loud.
That your smart and kind and make me proud.
And though i'm gone I live in you.
I'll guide you in the things you do.

So when you feel alone and scared.
Just look inside and I'll be there.
Mother and child, our souls entwined.
Our hearts forever, one combined.

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