Richard Dawson
Richard Dawson is a folk musician from Newcastle upon Tyne, England. His 20… Read Full Bio ↴Richard Dawson is a folk musician from Newcastle upon Tyne, England. His 2014 album Nothing Important was released by Weird World and was met with critical acclaim. His 2017 album Peasant received similar acclaim, and was chosen by The Quietus as their album of the year.
A much-loved musical spectacle in his native Newcastle for many years now, Dawson is a skewed troubadour who sings and plays guitar with a rare intensity and a very singular style. Dawson’s music is a collision of opposites, his hoarsely cracking voice suddenly rising to a magical soar that’s been compared to Tim Buckley, John Martyn and Richard Youngs, while his battered acoustic guitar veers from stumble to sublime in a way that can recall Sir Richard Bishop or Captain Beefheart, add this to his snaring way with words and Dawson’s got you pinned.
A much-loved musical spectacle in his native Newcastle for many years now, Dawson is a skewed troubadour who sings and plays guitar with a rare intensity and a very singular style. Dawson’s music is a collision of opposites, his hoarsely cracking voice suddenly rising to a magical soar that’s been compared to Tim Buckley, John Martyn and Richard Youngs, while his battered acoustic guitar veers from stumble to sublime in a way that can recall Sir Richard Bishop or Captain Beefheart, add this to his snaring way with words and Dawson’s got you pinned.
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Richard Dawson Lyrics
Beggar She's fast asleep at Woden's feet Whilst alms I seek from…
Black Dog In The Sky As I rode to your house I was beaten and…
Civil Servant Open your eyes, time to wake up Shit, shower, brush your…
Hob We ascended the foaming stair To the mouth of the Hobthrush'…
Horse and Rider Our breath mingles in the stable gloom as you attire me…
II Bellowing instructions from the touchline, that's my dad Pur…
Jogging Recently I've been struggling with anxiety To the point I fi…
Masseuse Fortune wags its tongue Along the walkways of the bathhouse …
Museum Welcome dear visitor - the first to our museum in the dozen…
Ogre In the kingdom of Bryneich Verging on a muddy crook of…
Prostitute There has to be more than this Is there no reason…
Scientist I am come straight from the palace Through the toadsong to…
Shapeshifter Leaving the path Lured by an emerald I wander into the Bog…
Soldier Here we are at the Fortress of Long Wings My fellows…
The Fool I play the role of a fool - the townfolk's fulcrum…
The Hermit I'm awake but I can't yet see; An eager chiffchaff is…
The Queen's Head We're hurrying home from Sheffield Having received a phone c…
The Tip of an Arrow Isagog is my daughter, and I am called Temperance. We live h…
The Vile Stuff Year 7s on a school trip to Featherstone Castle And some…
Thicker Than Water At the end, I didn't really comprehend that I was saying…
Two Halves Bellowing instructions from the touchline, that's my dad Pur…
Weaver I steep the wool in a cauldron Of pummelled gall-nuts afloat…