Heart to Heart . With a tale attached below,
Heart to Heart
There are a billion stories….
tales you never hear.
young children sold as helpless brides..
slaves behind closed walls
Heart to heart -hand to hand – eye to eye
we are our destiny. ——————
You …heart to heart.
every woman’s story…. heart to heart.
From the smallest dusty village
to a tenement in Rome
the hand that wipes the tears of children
tell the greatest tale of all.
heart to heart, hand to hand, eye to eye
we are our destiny.
I added this next section for a performance.
From the cities and the townships
The deserts and the Plains
From the Coasts to the highest Mountains
Women are still fighting for the right to claim
Heart to heart hand to hand eye to eye.
The right to live in equality with men
The rape of war, no more
stoned to death no more
No cutting, slicing, blade and knife. No more
Sappho 570 BC
A Story about heart to Heart.
Yes then I did two albums in the mid eighties/early 90’s ‘Eyes Wide Open’ and ‘Why don’t they Dance?’ In the 2000’s I had an album called Mother out… and am in the middle of recording tracks for a new one. with my loverly Band with Doran Ford. Fingers crossed. But it’s been sporadic.
There was a guy looking after me who was also looking after Joe Strummer, a bit of an odd pair to manage some would say! We’d been on the same bill a few times, politics, Rock against Racism, Poll Tax so not as strange as it sounds.
He, the manger chap, rang me up and said I’ve bad news/good news. What he had done was to submit, without asking, a song I had written it with my former partner Maciek Hrybowicz, to The Eurovision Song Contest! It was a political feminist song, Heart to Heart, and then it was in the 10 songs to be televised for Public voting on the Wogan Show. By then I was in my late thirties and gigging a lot in London and being part of mixed music and comedy bills. The GLC days…
Someone in the Eurovision camp said ‘bloody hell, Carol Grimes, is she still around?’ I wasn’t even 40! They auditioned various singers, pretty young Blondes, and they ended up with a woman from Bristol who I later found another strange connection with. Viv Stanshall’s Moll The Cat Show .. She was a Lesbian with a fabulous singing voice, but less media friendly back then, than I would have been!
We were invited to the transmission and met George Martin who was on the judging panel. He had managed to swing my song in, but admitted afterwards we didn’t stand a chance in hell! It was a good song but certainly not Eurovision. That was a big sign to me that if my name did come up it was with derision at my great age! I was gigging 4-5 nights a week! They can stop you being promoted but they cant stop you singing!
So, ageist then!