We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Growing Pains (Bonus)

by Siobhan Donnelly

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      £5 GBP  or more

     

1.
Bedlam Boys 03:06
For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel. Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonnie For they all go bare and they live by the air, And they want no drink nor money. I went down to Satan's kitchen, for to beg me food one morning There I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning. There I picked up a cauldron, Where boiled 10,000 harlots Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all such varlets. My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries For to cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies. Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me The moon would quake and the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me. No gypsy slut nor doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray will well become me. It's when next I have murdered, the Man-In-The-Moon to powder His staff I'll break, his dog I'll bake, they'll howl no demon louder. So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he'll fill the seas in barrels I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will travel.
2.
Danny’s stuck working the scrap yard Scrimping and saving for rent Wished the teachers had helped him at school more To get out of this town he’s hell bent Dreams of touring the world still Singing with the road at his feet But when the landlord starts baying for blood now It’s hard not to admit defeat When your dreams fill your head But you feel like life’s dead And you can’t seem to turn things around There’s nothing to do but to hum that old tune And refuse to let life get you down (At least not today) Anna’s studying at law school Working bar nights to cover the fees First in her family to get there They’re so proud of what she can achieve She wants to work in the city Fighting for justice and truth But if the government keep upping the fees still She’ll be another unemployed youth When your dreams fill your head But you feel like life’s dead And you can’t seem to turn things around There’s nothing to do but to hum that old tune And refuse to let life get you down (At least not today) Things get worse, the divide gets bigger Bankers count their notes, whilst we all just shiver You can get out, But you can’t stay in You’re stuck in a rut, That’s caving in When your dreams fill your head But you feel like life’s dead And you can’t seem to turn things around There’s nothing to do but to hum that old tune And refuse to let life get you down (At least not today)
3.
Your hand in mine holds on tight Keeping me safe at night A wall of arms protects me from myself You’ll never know how much you help So stay here with me Stay here with me When dark clouds roll on in you’re the gale that blows them away The hand that pulls me from the water The world spins over head as we lay here quiet Time stands still yet races ahead So stay here with me Stay here with me And words are all I know but I can’t find the ones to say to you So I’ll just hold you close I’ll hold you close So stay here with me Stay here with me Your hand in mine holds on tight
4.
We don’t have proper weekends like those reals adults do We have to grab these moments though they be far and they be few In order to remind ourselves to be young and be free And that we still have time to grow into what we want to be Back in school we all knew we would go far But nowadays we dream of affording a car Our part time jobs in retail aren’t quite what we had planned And most of us still dream about forming a band We’re still too young to feel totally jaded But old enough that our hope has faded We’re stuck in these between years that are never going to end So music and alcohol become our firmest friends The adult world won’t let us in and our childhood’s let us go So we stand by each other cause it’s all that we know When last orders have been called we spill out into the street To us hazy morning light has never seemed so sweet This broken band of weary friends, stagger slowly homeward bound Putting off the moment reality comes back round We’re still too young to feel totally jaded But old enough that our hope has faded Empty pint glasses help us fight the system Filling us with grand ideas and dubious optimism Although our mad capped plans will never come to fruition There the only thing we’ve got, all that we’ve been given We’re still too young to feel totally jaded But old enough that our hope has faded Empty pint glasses help us fight the system Filling us with grand ideas and dubious optimism Although our mad capped plans will never come to fruition They’re pretty bloody epic, if you’ll just give them a listen
5.
I am stretched on your grave And will lie here forever If your hands were in mine I’d be sure we would not sever My apple tree my brightness It’s time we were together For I smell of the earth And am worn by the weather When my family thinks That I’m safely in my bed From night until morn I am stretched at your head Calling out into the air With tears hot and wild For the loss of the girl That I loved as a child Do you remember that night That night when we were lost In the shade of the blackthorn And the chill of the frost Thanks be to Jesus We did what was right And your maiden head still Is your pillar of light The priests and the friars Approach me in dread Because I love you still My love and you’re dead I still would be your shelter Through rain and through storm And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm So I am stretched on your grave And lie here forever If your hands were in mine I’d be sure we would not sever My apple tree my brightness It’s time we were together For I smell of the earth And am worn by the weather
6.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows, I love the ground, whereon she goes, I wish the day, it soon would come, When she and I could be as one. Black is the colour of my true love's hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, I love the ground whereon she stands. I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep, And satisfied, I never can be, And the I write her a letter, just a few short lines, And suffer death, a thousand times. Black is the colour of my true love's hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, I love the ground whereon she stands.

about

Recording as part of the Going Sane? project run by Hoot Creative Arts. Complete with bonus track - Black Is The Colour

credits

released March 2, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Siobhan Donnelly Huddersfield, UK

Folk singer and songwriter

contact / help

Contact Siobhan Donnelly

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Siobhan Donnelly, you may also like: