Tracks 1 – 3, and 10 recorded at Milestone Studios, Cape Town. Engineer: Murray Anderson.Emily Bruce (vocals), Andrew Lilley (piano), Charles Lazar (bass), Kevin Gibson (drums). Vocal arrangements by Marc Roffey and Emily Bruce.Tracks 4 – 7 recorded at Milestone Studios, Cape Town. Engineer: Murray Anderson.Nick Williams (piano). Piano arrangements by Nick Williams.Tracks 7 – 9 recorded at The Nuthouse. Engineer: Andrew Ford.Mike Rossi (tenor and altello saxophones), Andrew Ford (piano), Gary Deacon (guitar), Wesley Rustin (bass), Kevin Gibson (drums). Album mixed and mastered at Milestone Studios by Murray Anderson, February 2016.Assistant engineer: Jethro Harris.Album artwork by Marissa van Minnen.Music and lyrics composed by Marc Roffey. Copyright © Marc Roffey 2016.www.soundcloud.com/marcroffeywww. marcroffey.com email: music@marcroffey.co.zaThank you to:Brenda Berger, for musical tuition, guidance and support; to Andrew Ford, who started me on this recording journey; and to Merton Barrow, for jazz tuition in the early 1990s. I am humbled and privileged to have had the opportunity to collaborate with all of the superb musicians who have contributed to this album, and who have made this dream a reality.LYRICS:SNOOZE BUTTON BLUESHow I enjoy all my dreams in the night Luminous landscapes that float in emerald light.Then ringing chimes tell me it’s morning timeGot to rise and shineAnd now I’ve got those snooze button blues.How I enjoy all my dreams in the dayThey make me look like I’m a million miles away.And then your voice comes callingOut to me on a summer breezeAnd now I've lost those snooze button blues.It’s such a beautiful soundAnd it’s bringing me all the way downBut this time I don’t mindBecause it’s you.Where do I goThat I feel so alive, what I feel is so true?And how do I knowThat I’m not dreaming My reality too?How do I know?It’s such a beautiful thingWhen in my dreams I singNow I sing this songFor you. How can I be sureThat night-time worlds can’t really be?And how do I knowThat I’m not dreaming this reality too?How can I know?Either way I don’t mindAs long as I can live these dreams with you.MARY SO KINDMary so kindLet it be said that you were foreverThere standing by my sideThough faith had died.Mary so trueUnseen you were always thereWhenever I was feeling so blueSo far from you.Whispers in the wind, a forest swaysMelodies that sing, on ocean waves.If I lose myself to the worldI know that would be so absurd.I know I sometimes seem carelessAnd seem to lose my awareness.So let me remember this – Someone would be missed.Mary so pureYou always are the keeper of that treasureDeep within our heartsSometimes so dark.If I lose myself in a swirlOf the hustle and the bustle of the worldSomething would surely be missedAnd so let me think then of this -Mountains and stars they remind meThose weary ways are behind me.Mary so kindThere is not a time when you are neverThere by my sideFaith is alive.BARROW BOSSAThe title of this song, which is about a shipping town, Barrow-in-Furness on the North-West coast of England (and which is referred to locally as ‘Barrow’), is a play on words. The piece was written when I was living there in 2007, and the writing was influenced by the 60's ‘bossa-nova’ sound, introduced to me back in the 90's by Merton Barrow. Merton is a true doyen of jazz education in Cape Town, and founded the Jazz Workshop many years ago. He was my first jazz teacher and, upon hearing the instrumental version of the piece when we met again in 2014, recommended that I write lyrics for it. The song is dedicated to Merton, and to the good town-folk of Barrow.There is a place on the coast I used to knowThere is a place that I can call a second homeFar from the siren sounds of this big city that never sleepsFar from a love affair that made my heart silently weep.There where a lighthouse stands and the harbour-master can say‘You’ve nothing to fearYour passage is clear’.Where sailing ships are made as they were centuries agoWhere currents of change have not swept away things for so long known.There was a place in your heartI once knew.But like an anchor pulling freeYou then withdrew.Now all we have are fading memoriesAnd so I thought that I wouldPut it all down in a sweet melody So I will share with you my Barrow reverie … There is a place on the coast that I still know.This is a place that I can call a second home.Do not be mistakenYou are not forsakenWhen I hear this Barrow Bossa I know that my heart will love again. 21st CENTURY BLUESWalking down the avenueHolding hands, just me and youIn the sunshineAnd isn’t it a beautiful day?But what when the forests stop growing tall?When there’s no sweet rain left to fall?When there’s no more game to roam the savannah plain?Dear child, I got those twenty-first century bluesI’ve got the blues, these twenty-first century blues.It’s getting warmer every yearThe summer heat is already hereIn a hundred years there won’t be any winter or fall.There’ll no stories by the firesideNo winter frost at sunriseAnd one of these days we won’t need any clothes at all.Dear child, I got those twenty-first century bluesI’ve got the blues, those twenty-first century blues.We often wonder, how many years will it takeBefore we change our ways?Little one, will I one day tell you‘Those were the good old days’?We often wonder, how many years it will take Before we change our ways?Little one will I one day tell you‘Those were the good old days’?Now too many people, not enough foodToo many things to make a woman feel blueAnd not enough things that are as they should be.Things may be in short supply But my love for you baby won’t ever dieAnd I want you to doOne little thing for me please.Won’t you see me through these once-upon-a-time bluesJust see me through, these twenty-first century blues.