Get all 31 Richard Gorman releases available on Bandcamp and save 50%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Welcome to the Holy Land, Fretwork, Stone and Feather, The Weaving Shed, Don't Try This at Home, Man Walks into a Bar, Medication, Zeitgeist, and 23 more.
1. |
Bed of Roses
03:12
|
|||
Bed of Roses
You’re my bed of roses
You’re my crown of thorns
You’re my nest of petals
I’m your honey tongue
On scented air I catch your bouquet
Parting leaves that brush my skin
I’ve got a burning thirst for rosehip wine
Dewdrops slip through velvet
Wet lips kiss the stalk
Sepals separated
Fingers prick and bleed
Let me sleep in your flowerbed
Devour the sunshine and the rain
Bring me to seed in your flowerhead
Tease the honeybees and songbirds
Drink your fill of summer clouds
Mother Earth’s abundant daughter
Surrender to the sun
Surrender to the sun
You’re my bed of roses
Red, white and beautiful
Be my lover’s harvest
I would taste the fruit of you
Your scarlet blooms and takes me in
To spark the fire and the flame
Your flower completes me like the evening sun
My bed of roses
My bed of roses
My summer rose
|
||||
2. |
||||
Little Boxes (21st Century) after Malvina Reynolds
Little boxes in the bedroom
A little box hears every word you say
Little boxes watch the sidewalks
Little boxes all the same
There’s a grey one and a gold one
And a chrome one and a silver one
And they all light up your faces
And you all look just the same
And you live inside your boxes
In your virtual realities
And your bookstores and your libraries
And your privacy are gone
Little boxes run your businesses
Little boxes raise your families
You obey your little boxes
When they tell you who to love
And there’s outrage and conspiracy
And deleted browser history
Little boxes sell your secrets
And they know what’s best for you
So you stroke your little boxes
And your fingers all go ticky-tacky
Now you’re all just little boxes
And you all think just the same
|
||||
3. |
Magnus at Kyle
03:43
|
|||
4. |
Heavy Shit
02:49
|
|||
Heavy Shit
I got trouble making ends meet
You caught something nasty between the bedsheets
We’re all baking in the big heat
Take a deep breath it’s time to take the hit
The sea and sky are broken and that’s some heavy shit
I can’t cope with this new order
You’re scared of strangers at the border
We are just data in the great computer
Wake up just in time to feel the kick
Our greed devoured the planet and that’s some heavy shit
We let them start the avalanche
It’s way too late to stop
We kissed arse for evil bastards
Scum rises to the top
We summoned greedy devils
To rise and rule us from the pit
Then we let the cunts away with it
And that’s some heavy shit
I saw wildfires on the news
You choke on your zero-hour Deliveroo
We can’t tell bullshit from what’s true
Fake a smile our pyre is being lit
We didn’t lift a finger to stop them spreading dirt
No-one’s going to save us from the sins we won’t admit
We’re gonna get what we deserve
And that’s some heavy shit
|
||||
5. |
Stone and Feather
05:39
|
|||
Stone and Feather
Stone and feather still we lie
Apart, together; Earth and sky
Burn the pale mist from the ground
Chase the empty years away
Like the wind stroking my neck
Imperceptible
Your scent upon the grass cut air
Shell and water, light and sound
Tides whisper with your stolen breath
Dawn is broken, night still falls
No lonely lover’s voice can tell the time
From the forest dark crows rise
Upon the beaten wind
A chorus fit to call your name
If I close my eyes I see what the years have hidden
If I cup hands about my ears your voice chants with the sea
When I sing I taste you lips
Abandoned ship, deserted shore
Bring me the comfort of solitude
Weave lost fingers through mine
Shine the silver midnight moon
There’s a bridge from cloud to cloud linking you to me
There’s a spring among the rocks
There’s a spider’s thread upon the breeze
So I know no sorrow and I know no fear
Absent hearts grow fonder
There is no guiding star or sweet providence
All we’re left with is the truth
Every mountain stands alone reaching for the blue
Stone and feather still we lie
Apart together Earth and Sky
|
||||
6. |
One Nice Song
04:09
|
|||
One Nice Song
Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t want to kill you?
Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t feel the same?
Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t like to hurt you?
Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t share my name?
My tongue is a knife and it cuts you in two when I’m smiling
You can taste the steel in my blood when we tremble and kiss
I love to hear you screaming, it’s like razor wire and rust
I worship the dark when you spread for me then I do what I must
Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t need to hate me?
Wouldn’t it be nice if we didn’t share this bed
But it’s blood and it’s bones and it’s fear that are fueling our fire
Wouldn’t it be nice if I wasn’t in your head?
I’m the scorpion on your back you’re just a rat crossing dirty water
I know that your god’s up there grinning as he watches us drown
Don’t try to pretend that you didn’t see this coming
You’re a fallen angel, you’re a victim, you’re a martyr, you’re good girl
But all good things come to an end
March to the beat of my cold heart, march to damnation
Choke with the reek of my sulphur and smoke in your lungs
Sing out to heaven as the fists and the rocks rain down on you
Scream as the claws of the devil drag you below
As I drag you below
Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t want to kill you?
Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t feel the same?
Wouldn’t it be nice if it didn’t feel so good to hurt you?
Wouldn’t it be nice if we never breathed again?
|
||||
7. |
Raw
04:17
|
|||
Raw
Some songs are a gift from Apollo
They hang in the air and you pick ‘em down easy
Sometimes it’s a flash of white lightning
Some guitars don’t know when you’re empty
Songs came when she was still breathing
Songs came before he was born
Why do they still come now you’ll never hear them?
Love songs to punish my sins
My guitar lends them halos of silver
My guitar weaves them cloth of gold
Sometimes they get all the trimmings
Sometimes I just leave them raw
Some folk got the knowhow to sell them
Blow hard and big themselves up
Some folk got high flying notions
Or make you feel good just to fill up their purse
Some songs are gold discs and Vegas
Mine are Scottish and hard
I haunt these nightclubs and barstools
My song is beer stains and dirt
My songs don’t care if I love them
My songs don’t care who they hurt
Their tunes and chords are my masters
Controlling every word
They come when you tell me your secrets
They come when I’m turning to drink
Why do they still come when I don’t want to hear them?
Why do they still come at this time of night when I’m too tired to think?
|
||||
8. |
What Doesn't Kill Me
03:56
|
|||
What Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Stronger
There’s a bloodstain on the pavement where my body used to be
There’s an arrow through my head, a deadly spider wriggling up my sleeve
The snake bite in my trouser leg is about to bring me pain
There’s murder in the shadows, a bullet lodged inside my brain
You wait for me to shed a tear for you
You say I’ll miss you when you’re gone
You say I’ll have to wait a hundred years for you
Well you’ll have to wait a little longer
Cos what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
Vultures see me coming and they circle overhead
I’ve been shivved in dark alleyways and left for dead
I’ve been battered, bruised and beaten and I’ve fallen from the sky
Loan sharks and fair-weather friends cross their hearts and wish that I would die
You wait for me to shed a tear for you
You say I’ll miss you when you’re gone
You say I’ll have to wait a hundred years for you
Then you slip a rope around my collar
But what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
I’m in the crosshairs when you lock and load
I feel the viper’s poison tooth
This electric chair’s about to overload
You got snipers on the roof
I’ve escaped the quicksand and the county jail
Watched the bomb’s fuse burning down
You try to kill me but your going to fail
And look who’s gunning for you now
I’ve been singing in the acid rain and I’ve walked across the rails
I’ve dangled from the gallows and swallowed rusty nails
I stroll along the freeway playing chicken with the trucks
I roll the dice and spin the wheel even when I know I’m out of luck
You wait for me to shed a little tear for you
You say I’ll miss you when you’re gone
You say I’ll have to wait a hundred years for you
Then you go for your revolver
Well you better hit me right between the eyes
Cos what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
|
||||
9. |
Little White Lie
03:59
|
|||
Little White Lie
It starts so very small,
A touch of childhood reassurance
Fairy tales and lullabies
Close your eyes and sleep in silence
With one little white lie
Who can bear a lover’s cry
When kisses go astray?
The blind eye turned, a confidence
A truth kept in the shade
By one little white lie
Truth’s as constant as the wind
As ruthless as the sea
We will not swallow medicine
When deception tastes so sweet
On the tongue
Skies are black, forests burn
Lost families swallowed by the waves
Machines are god and missiles fly
But all our masters need
Is one little white lie
One little white lie
|
||||
10. |
Union Street Lightning
05:34
|
|||
Union Street Lightning
On Union Street the lights burn low
Stores are closed but bars are open
In the Bank I raise a toast
To the girl who left me broken
You’re like the sun you burn my eyes
I can’t stare straight into your sunshine
You’re like the moon, I’m hypnotized
I can’t stop knocking back your moonshine
You’re electric, you’re a storm
And I’ve been struck by lightning
You’re electric, you’re a storm
And I’ve been struck by lightning
You make me scream, you make me bleed
Fiery footsteps blaze a trail behind you
It’s impossible to sleep
When I dream that I’m inside you
Your lips are sealed but you’re a song
You can’t move closer without dancing
Your silhouette remains when you are gone
The perfect blue note mourns your passing
You’re electric, you’re a storm
And I’ve been struck by lightning
You’re electric, you’re a storm
And I’ve been struck by lightning
|
||||
11. |
Holy Land
04:10
|
|||
Holy Land
Let me show you, let me tell you what is sacred and divine
We got temples to god and learning, temples to gambling and wine
We got a thousand angry warriors screaming in the Dundee Dens Road choir
We got Discount booze and happy hours to lift our spirits higher
Breathe in the spices of the Indies and Cathay
Luigi’s pizzeria and deep-fried chocolate takeaway
So it’s welcome to the Holy Land, welcome to DD3
Welcome to earthly paradise, Welcome to Cleppy Road, Dundee
We put dog shit on the pavement just to keep you on your toes
Junkies staring into space and searching for the holy, holy ghost
We’ve got weans that shine like flowers, needles in the park
We bless the silver river when we’re dancing in the dark
If you live your life for money we’ll kick you up the arse
We’ve got the ghost of William Barclay, servant of the working class
He says, welcome to the Holy Land, Welcome to DD3
Welcome to earthly paradise, Welcome to Coldside, Dundee
You can keep your swank and money, and all the treasure that you stole
We’re from the land of jute and honey and we will not sell our souls
She’s a child of Saint Salvador with holy fire in her eyes
She’s the angel of the Rosebank made of concrete, steel and wire
Baptised in the waters of the Holy River Tay
She don’t give a hot damn what your bullshit influencers say
She’s seen the truth on every corner, she’s heard every mother’s cry
She’s knows every rich man’s promise is every poor man’s lie
She’s sick of every macho fool who’s trying to prove he’s strong
She’s our one hope for the future, she’s the power behind my song
And she sings…
Welcome to the Holy Land, welcome to DD3
Welcome to earthly paradise, welcome one and all to the Hilltown of Dundee
|
Richard Gorman Dundee, UK
Instructions for use:
1 Acquire Albums 2 Acquire whisky 3 Ensure no interruptions for the next hour 4 Dim Lights 5 Turn it up
Drink and repeat as required.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Richard Gorman, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp