Made tame for the wrong sake.
Laid waste by all who took your blame.
Shake-shake away the specters, take names and write away the sorry letters.
And I caught you out, I'm colder for it now though.
I called you off, i'm brazen-faced and it won't go
It must be cold for those who don't have a warm memory
We've already missed the spring...
And i worry about these things.
Red knees from antipathy, broken mirrors, and ladders above me
They are all moving too fast, I'm here and I wanted this all to last.
And I caught you out, I'm colder for it now though.
I called you off, i'm brazen-faced and it won't go
It must be cold for those who don't have a warm memory
We've already missed the spring...
And i worry about these things.
And I walked across the foot of the avalanche and then I saw
a broken body protruding out beneath the branches...
But before I could scream, i felt something coming over me
A sadness so deep: it stopped my heart and plagued my dreams.
and it won't go.
It must be cold for those who don't have a warm memory
We've already missed the spring...
And i worry about these things.
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020