I’m a field mouse beneath your house,
Lying dormant under the ground
And all winter I’ve had shivers,
Holding fast to this earthen shroud.
You come in with your big brass mouth.
I’ve been sleeping unseen
I can’t rouse myself, though I’ve tried
‘Cause tangled up tree roots just don’t become you
Unless someone’s got one ear to the hillside
You come in with your big brass mouth.
But you will never draw out
Any timid little birds
Hiding in the hedges
With your cat-scratch clawing words--
All those birdsongs go unheard.
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