Live at St. Anns

stanns2 “Bridie clearly adores performing, but this gig, while featuring her familiar acoustic guitar, also demonstrated her emerging talent as a genuinely innovative musician, often accompanying her strumming with the use of bassoon, violin and vocal harmonies. It may sound sycophantic, but I doubt we’ll have to wait very long to see her define the north east vocal folk scene.”

Review and Images courtesy of Kyeo.tv [link]

Lyrics

Bitter Lullaby

Caught in the lost folds of the day
We lie
I’ve heard your punch lines now
So many times
There’s no soul left to bare
You’ve touched every inch of me now
So all we can do is ..sleep
So we sleep

We sleep in our self made hills
No more fighting
Over chinks of light

I feel your breath move through
My heart.
Remember a time I begun at the place you would start
Now all we can do is..sleep
So we sleep

We sleep in our self made hills
No more fighting
Over chinks of light
Prolong

Lock the doors
And draw the curtains tight
To stop us now from seeping away
Turn your gaze to the floor
And say nothing
But your silence speaks a thousand words

Prolong love
For no sense or reason
When its time you feel it in your bones anyway

Alone together in this endless space
And dissolving fast
Get a snapshot of your life
Without them by your side
There to catch you when you fall
From a great height
Come tumbling down

Prolong love
For no sense or reason
When its time you feel it in your bones anyway
Your Children

Silence, be still
They are sleeping
And the shades move
All around them
And the chaos they have made

Time and time again
Loving less, the children hold the reins
As you unfold

Dream run
With lead feet
All around them
You can only ask for
The things you need
As they take
They only know how to take

Time and time again
Loving less, the children hold the reins
As you unfold

Skies, once dark with their arrows
Now so clear
Colour seeps into your sepia skin
But you’de still give them anything

Promises are broken

(Lyrics inspired by a poem by Sue Kane)

Struggling with their brimming needs
Reeling even when they sleep
For them truth will over flow
As their minds tumble

Promises are broken
To the young
As their minds turn and tumble

The damage caused by broken dreams
Promised by the fully grown
Stays with them til they grow old
Lives in their bones

Aliens
The sun is rising
Over the weeping day
And they long to feel your heartbeat
Next to their own

Staring into the sun
Wondering has life begun
Watching lovers in the rain
Through the thickly dusted window pane

Dancing
In the half light
Wait for anyone to come and take their hand
So life can start
So love can start

Reading books on being human
They are clearly mystified
What are the secrets that the rest of us hide?
We try to so hard we try to hard

Dancing
In the half light
Wait for anyone to come and take their hand
So life can start
So love can start
And the sun is setting
Over the weeping day
The Woman with Milk Teeth

Pour your salt on me
From above, above
Your life blighted by the trails of love, of love
They took but they ever gave
You are here to be saved

I know you’ve been here
Dropping milk teeth like they’re treasure
I know you’ve been here
Hoping to be cradled

Childish bullet fired
Misses in time
The nick of time
Good fortune does little to excuse your crime
He makes you feel like something human
Lurks inside lurks inside you

Start a witch hunt in your garden
She’s in everything that grows
See her face in every grain of earth
Everything must go
I know you’ve been here
Dropping milk teeth like they’re treasure
I know you’ve been here
Hoping to be cradled
New Skin

Villianise all I see
Even those who carry me
Pour scorn on rain that falls
To the ground
But I am not as I was found

Two thirds below
The surface we go
Unnoticed
Tangled as we are

Starved of peace
Stained by living
But now
Feet newly fit the earth
And in my new skin

Two thirds below
The surface we go
Unnoticed
Tangled as we are
My Sister

Dressed like a martyr
There stood my sister
Looking out of the window
Tiny face, staring out the sun
Blistered lips, blistered skin
From the fire that only she sees

Second in line
To be brave I stand
3 foot tall
Between the living and the dying
And the burdon of survival grows
With the passing of each day

Judge softly
On those you love
And fear their empty shoes
More than monsters in the walls
More than love that leaves you raw

Second in line
To be brave I stand
3 foot tall
Between the living and the dying
And the burdon of survival grows
With the passing of each day
In Joy
I’ll not only sing this song for you
But for those who loved you too.
We may follow not so far behind
So we carry on in joy

Everything is quiet now
So leave your small words
They should be done by now
For yours is a story that makes us reach out

Don’t try to tear yourself away
While dust gathers
I breathe the silence everyday that you left behind
In joy

Memories never fade by how they change
Into infrequent colours
But in my unfamiliar calm
You untied knots in me

Don’t try to tear yourself away
While dust gathers
I breathe the silence everyday that you left behind
In joy
Though I’m not one for crying
Today I cry for you
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