Son of Dave - Hellhound maroonedsorrow 2009-09-03 | Benjamin Darvill aka Son of Dave performs Hellhound on Later...with Jools Holland
Maddy Prior - John The Gun (Songs of Sandy Denny - Live at the Barbican for BBC Four) maroonedsorrow 2024-01-27 | Maddy Prior - John The Gun (Songs of Sandy Denny - Live at the Barbican for BBC Four)Maddy Prior - vocalsJerry Donahue - electric guitarNick Pynn - volinBenji Kirkpatrick - vocals, acoustic guitarSam Carter - vocalsBlair Dunlop - vocalsAndy Mellon - pianoBen Nicholls - bassPete Flood - drums
Lavinia Blackwall - Late November (Songs of Sandy Denny - Live at the Barbican for BBC Four) maroonedsorrow 2024-01-27 | Lavinia Blackwall - Late November (Songs of Sandy Denny - Live at the Barbican for BBC Four)Lavinia Blackwall - vocalsJerry Donahue - electric guitarBenji Kirkpatrick - acoustic guitarAndy Mellon - pianoBen Nicholls - bassPete Flood - drums
Richard Thompson - Withered And Died maroonedsorrow 2009-12-27 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985 Lyrics: This cruel country has driven me down Teased me and lied, teased me and lied Ive only sad stories to tell to this town My dreams have withered and died Once I was bending the tops of the trees Kind words in my ear, kind faces to see Then I struck up with a girl from the west Played run and hide, played run and hide Count one to ten and hes gone with the rest My dreams have withered and died Silver moon sail up and silver moon shine On the waters so wide, waters so wide Steal from the bed of some good friend of mine My dreams are withered and died If I was a butterfly, live for a day I could be free, just blowing away This cruel country has driven me down Teased me and lied, teased me and lied Ive only sad stories to tell to this town My dreams have withered and died
Richard Thompson - Tear Stained Letter maroonedsorrow 2009-12-27 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985Richard Thompson: Guitar/VocalsClive Gregson: Guitar/VocalsChristine Collister: VocalsRaurie McFarlane: BassGerry Conway: DrumsLyrics:It was three in the morning when she took me apartShe wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heartShe danced on my head like Arthur MurrayThe scars ain't never going to mend in a hurryJust when I thought I could learn to forget herRight through the door come a tear-stained letterOh, oh, oh love loveCry, cry if it makes you feel betterSet it all down in a tear-stained letterOh, oh, oh love love loveCry, cry if it makes you feel betterSet it all down in a tear-stained letterWell my head was beating like a song by the ClashIt was writing cheques that my body couldn't cashGot to my feet, I was reeling and dizzyI went for the 'phone but the line was busyJust when I thought that things would get betterRight through the door come a tear-stained letterOh, oh, oh love loveCry, cry if it makes you feel betterSet it all down in a tear-stained letterOh, oh, oh love love love loveCry, cry if it makes you feel betterSet it all down in a tear-stained letterWell I like coffee and I like teaBut I just don't like this fiddle-di-deeIt makes me nervous, it gives me the hivesWaiting for a kiss from a bunch of fivesJust when I think I could learn to forget herRight through the door come a tear-stained letterOh, oh, oh love love loveCry, cry if it makes you feel betterSet it all down in a tear-stained letterOh, oh, oh love loveCry, cry if it makes you feel betterSet it all down in a tear-stained letterOh, oh, ohCry, cry if it makes you feel betterSet it all down in a tear-stained letter
Richard Thompson - I Aint Going To Drag My Feet No More maroonedsorrow 2009-12-27 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985Richard Thompson: Guitar/VocalsClive Gregson: Guitar/VocalsChristine Collister: VocalsRaurie McFarlane: BassGerry Conway: DrumsLyrics:I've been gone so long, now ain't it a pityBending my back in this hell-hole cityTurning my ear from my friends and bettersUp to my neck in unread letters And unwritten lawsWhere I come from feeling is a crimeI thought I could take you in my own good timeLike a jumped-up fool, now down I climbAnd I ain't going to drag my feet no moreI'm running to your side, gonna beat down the doorI ain't going to drag my feet no more, no moreWell I can't live without you but I've been tryingI've got a short-set fuse and two fists of ironI did everything a man might doTo stop myself from pining after youBut it don't seem to matter no morePenny's in my hand, now I'm going to spin itHeads you win, don't you think for one minuteThat I care for this bed with nobody in itAnd I ain't going to drag my feet no moreI'm running to your side, gonna beat down the doorI ain't going to drag my feet no more, no moreBiding my time is driving me senselessYou worked yourself right under my defencesYou got me in a grip that I can't shakeAll my feelings are about to breakAnd love never rains, it poursI worked my hands 'till they couldn't spell your nameI rolled and I roared 'till I couldn't see your faceI leaned on the jukebox 'till I couldn't hear your voicePut my head in the sand, but that won't do itI swore I was above you, but that won't do itAnd I tried and I tried, but that won't do itAnd I ain't going to drag my feet no moreI'm running to your side, gonna beat down the doorI ain't going to drag my feet no more, no moreI ain't going to drag my feet no moreI'm running to your side, gonna beat down the doorI ain't going to drag my feet no more, no more
Richard Thompson - Love In A Faithless Country maroonedsorrow 2009-12-27 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985Richard Thompson: Guitar/VocalsClive Gregson: Guitar/VocalsChristine Collister: VocalsRaurie McFarlane: BassGerry Conway: DrumsLyrics:Always move in pairs and travel lightA loose friend is an enemy, keep it tightAlways leave a job the way you found itLook for trouble coming and move around itThat's the way we make loveThat's the way we make loveThat's the way we make loveAlways make your best moves late at nightAlways keep your tools well out of sightIt never pays to work the same town twiceIt never hurts to be a little niceThat's the way we make loveThat's the way we make loveThat's the way we make loveLearn the way to melt into a crowdNever catch an eye or dress too loudYou've got to be invisible my friendTo find the joy on which we must dependThat's the way we make loveThat's the way we make loveThat's the way we make loveLove love love loveThat's the way we make loveThat's the way we make love
Richard Thompson - I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight maroonedsorrow 2009-12-27 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985Richard Thompson: Guitar/VocalsClive Gregson: Guitar/VocalsChristine Collister: VocalsRaurie McFarlane: BassGerry Conway: DrumsLyrics:Im so tired of working every day,Now the weekends come Im gonna throw my troubles awayIf youve got the cab fare, mister youll do all rightI want to see the bright lights tonightMeet me at the station dont be lateI need to spend some money and it just wont waitTake me to the dance and hold me tightI want to see the bright lights tonightTheres crazy people running all over townTheres a silver band just marching up and downAnd the big boys are all spoiling for a fightI want to see the bright lights tonightMeet me at the station dont be lateI need to spend some money and it just wont waitTake me to the dance and hold me tightI want to see the bright lights tonightA couple of drunken nights rolling on the floorIs just the kind of mess Im looking forIm gonna dream till Monday comes in sightI want to see the bright lights tonightMeet me at the station dont be lateI need to spend some money and it just wont waitTake me to the dance and hold me tightI want to see the bright lights tonightTake me to the dance and hold me tightI want to see the bright lights tonight
Richard Thompson - For Shame Of Doing Wrong maroonedsorrow 2009-12-27 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985Richard Thompson: Guitar/VocalsClive Gregson: Guitar/VocalsChristine Collister: VocalsRaurie McFarlane: BassGerry Conway: DrumsLyrics:It seems like a lifetime since I saw youLover lover Ive been away too longWhen I see lovers holding hands and sighingI hang my head for shame of doing wrongBus wheels spinning, song birds singing break my heartTake me back to old remembered daysRemind me of the times we spent togetherTimes before we went our separate waysI wish I was a fool for you againI wish I was a fool for you againI wish I was a fool for you againIm sorry for the things Ive said, the things Ive doneIm sorry for the restless thief Ive beenPlease dont make me pay for my deceiving heartJust turn up your lamp and let me inI wish I was a fool for you againI wish I was a fool for you againI wish I was a fool for you againI wish I was a fool for you again
Richard Thompson - The Wrong Heartbeat maroonedsorrow 2009-12-27 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985Richard Thompson: Guitar/VocalsClive Gregson: Guitar/VocalsChristine Collister: VocalsRaurie McFarlane: BassGerry Conway: DrumsLyrics:Dont think my love is something that you can play withIm not the one to spend the time of day withYou learn to hide love, you lock it up or find it goneYou think you need me, you think you read meFrom the beating of my heartBut youre listening to the wrong heartbeatO youre listening to the wrong heartbeatYoure listening to the wrong heartbeatMy love is strongIf you should see a tear, you wont see manyIf you should hear me sigh, its not for anyIf you should greet me as I am walking alongYou only want to see just the shell of meYou dont know the other partWell, youre listening to the wrong heartbeatAh, listening to the wrong heartbeatI said, youre listening to the wrong heartbeatMy love is strongO youre listening to the wrong heartbeatO listening to the wrong heartbeatO listening to the wrong heartbeatMy love is strongDont throw your secrets where men will steal themYou got to hide them, you got to seal themNo matter what you try, youll never take my love from meAnd if you might think that you can move meFrom the beating of my heartO youre listening to the wrong heartbeatAh, listening to the wrong heartbeatYoure listening to the wrong heartbeatMy love is strongO yes youre listening to the wrong heartbeatYoure listening to the wrong heartbeatYoure listening to the wrong heartbeatMy love is strongYoure, youre, youre listening to the wrong heartbeatO listening to the wrong heartbeatO youre listening to the wrong heartbeatMy love is strong
Richard Thompson - Did She Jump Or Was She Pushed maroonedsorrow 2009-12-27 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985 Richard Thompson: Guitar/Vocals Clive Gregson: Guitar/Vocals Christine Collister: Vocals Raurie McFarlane: Bass Gerry Conway: Drums Lyrics: She was there one minute and then she was gone the next Lying in a pool of herself with a twisted neck Oh she fell from the roof to the ground There was glass lying all around She was broken in a hundred pieces When her body was found She used to live life, she used to live life with a vengeance And the chosen would dance, the chosen would dance in attendance She crossed a lot of people Some she called friends She thought she'd live forever But forever always ends Did she jump or was she pushed Did she jump or was she pushed Did she jump or was she pushed Oh she used to have style, she used to have style and she used it And they say it turned bad when the truth came `round and she refused it They found some fingerprints Right around her throat They didn't find no killer And they didn't find no note Did she jump or was she pushed Did she jump or was she pushed Did she jump or was she pushed Oh did she jump or was she pushed Did she jump or was she pushed Did she jump or was she pushed
Banish Misfortune maroonedsorrow 2009-03-10 | Me playing (badly) a traditional Irish tune as arranged by Richard Thompson on the album Strict Tempo! (1981). Composed of two different takes (hence the jump in at around 0:40 in). Apologies for the image and sound quality, recorded using the microphone and iSight camera built into my MacBook
Richard Thompson - When The Spell Is Broken maroonedsorrow 2009-02-19 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985 Richard Thompson: Guitar/Vocals Clive Gregson: Guitar/Vocals Christine Collister: Vocals Raurie McFarlane: Bass Gerry Conway: Drums Lyrics: When the spell is broken When the spell is broken How you ever gonna keep her now You can't cry if you don't know how When the spell is broken When the spell is broken All the joy is gone from her face Welcome back to the human race How long can the flame Of love remain When you curse and fight And never see like Or hear like spoken When the spell is broken (Can't cry if you don't know how) (Can't cry if you don't know how) When the spell is broken (Can't cry if you don't know how) Oh when the spell is broken All your magic and your ways and schemes All your lies come and tear at your dreams When the spell is broken (Can't cry if you don't know how) When the spell is broken Now you're handing her that same old line It's just straws in the wind this time When love has died, There's none starry-eyed No kiss, no tears, No farewell souvenirs Not even a token, when the spell is broken Don't swear your heart From the very start Love letters you wrote Are pushed back down you throat And leave you choking, when the spell is broken (When the spell, When the spell, When the spell is broken) When the spell is broken When the spell is broken (When the spell, When the spell, When the spell is broken) When the spell is broken When the spell is broken
Richard Thompson - You Dont Say maroonedsorrow 2009-02-19 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985 Richard Thompson: Guitar/Vocals Clive Gregson: Guitar/Vocals Christine Collister: Vocals Raurie McFarlane: Bass Gerry Conway: Drums Lyrics: I saw your old flame Walking down the street She's back in town again She's looking out for you She says you used her And you were indiscreet It really wounded her When you bid adieu Do you mean she still cares Do you mean she still cares Do you mean she still cares Oh you don't say Do you mean she still cares (Do you mean she still cares) Do you mean she still cares (Do you mean she still cares) Do you mean she still cares But you don't say (you don't say) She keeps half a ring She says you've kept the other She says you broke your word When you pursue another She says "You're getting love Mixed up with sympathy Young man, do your duty And come on back to me" Do you mean she still cares (Do you mean she still cares) Do you mean she still cares (Do you mean she still cares) Do you mean she still cares Oh you don't say (you don't say) Oh do you mean she still cares Do you mean she still cares Do you mean she still cares Oh you don't say She says her heart aches Like you had bought and sold her She took all her hopes And pinned them on your shoulder She sends you rosemary And by this gift you're given Remember love heals And old wrongs forgiven Do you mean she still cares (Do you mean she still cares) Do you mean she still cares (Do you mean she still cares) Do you mean she still cares Oh you don't say (you don't say) Do you mean she still cares Oh do you mean she still cares Do you mean she still cares Oh you don't say
Richard Thompson - Shoot Out The Lights maroonedsorrow 2009-02-19 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985 First released on Shoot Out The Lights 1982 Richard Thompson: Guitar/Vocals Clive Gregson: Guitar/Vocals Christine Collister: Vocals Raurie McFarlane: Bass Gerry Conway: Drums Lyrics: In the dark, who can see his face? In the dark, who can reach him? He hides like a child, he hides like a child Keeps his finger on the trigger You know he can't stand the day Shoot out the lights, shoot out the lights Keep the blind down on the window Ah, keep the pain on the inside Just watching the dark, just watching the dark He might laugh but you won't see him As he thunders through the night Shoot out the lights, shoot out the lights In the darkness the shadows move In the darkness the game is real Real as a gun, real as a gun As he watches the lights of the city And he moves through the night Shoot out the lights, shoot out the lights Shoot out the lights, shoot out the lights
Richard Thompson - She Twists The Knife Again maroonedsorrow 2009-02-19 | Apologies for the "Video Calibration" in the middle of the video, a problem with the video rip. From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985 Richard Thompson: Guitar/Vocals Clive Gregson: Guitar/Vocals Christine Collister: Vocals Raurie McFarlane: Bass Gerry Conway: Drums Lyrics: I keep my nose clean, I keep my speech plain I keep my promises, she twists the knife again I shut my memory, I close my eyes and then She takes another bite, she twists the knife again She never leaves me my dignity Makes a dunce of me in mixed company No bygone can be a bygone She throws the spanner in, she puts the screws on In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again When I think I'm off the hook she gets me She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again I make my moves well, I let her tell me when I walk a fine line, she twists the knife again Just when the scar heals, just when the grip unbends Just when her mind reels, she twists the knife again She can give it out, she can't take it She smells something bad, she has to rake it I bring home my packet, my white-collar money I'm in a fist fight, she thinks she's Gene Tunney In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again When I think I'm off the hook she gets me She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again She never leaves me my dignity Makes a dunce of me in mixed company No bygone can be a bygone She throws the spanner in, she puts the screws on In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again When I think I'm off the hook she gets me She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again She twists the knife again
Richard Thompson - Fire In The Engine Room maroonedsorrow 2009-02-19 | From Across A Crowded Room VHS 1985 Richard Thompson: Guitar/Vocals Clive Gregson: Guitar/Vocals Christine Collister: Vocals Raurie McFarlane: Bass Gerry Conway: Drums Lyrics: Well Luke told Danny, Danny told Betsy Betsy told me and I'm telling you You'd better stop doing the things you do There's a fire in the engine room Fire in the engine room Damp it down or we're all going under Run them hoses, it's smouldering again Better line up in a human chain There's a fire in the engine room Fire in the engine room Fire, fire, my heart is busting You drive me crazy with the things you say Jealousy's got me and it won't go away There's a fire in the engine room Fire in the engine room And I don't know how you come to reason That somehow treason isn't treason It must be the head-hunting season And there's room in the old trophy room She's making eyes at the fool with the shovel That son of a grease-gun must be insane I hose it down and he fans the flames There's a fire in the engine room Fire in the engine room And you know how uncertainty can linger With a rattlesnake wrapped around your finger One day it might wake up and sting you Here's a toast to the bride and the groom Oh, fire, fire, my heart is busting You drive me crazy with the things you say Jealousy's got me and it won't go away There's a fire in the engine room Fire in the engine room Fire in the engine room Fire in the engine room
