Bailie's Blood
Foy Vance Lyrics


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Out of the earth comes blessing and curse
And a famine, defeat my feast
I only wanna be last, ‘cause I wanna be first. Greed.
Wind blows strong keeps me in my place,
But there’s so much here, offered, which I can’t leave
Cant find anywhere to turn my face but to give
So much good, still in the blood, oh the blood
So much good, still in the blood, oh the blood

Currents grows strong, I must swim against
To the rock, I can find and pace my breath,
Gain my strength and shake the fence,
Even if it ends in death,
When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood
When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood

I’ve known the love of a woman, in her darkest hours.
And I’ve beckoned to the calling of her room,
The road was so steep and sweet it was strong like flowers
But her bed smelled like a tomb

Who are these people round me telling me
What are these lies?
I gotta watch my back as they break my bones
But I can’t see for the blood in my eyes
Home, take me home
Gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
Gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood

Smoke fills a room and I can’t breathe
Cannot see but I have my wife
And I’ve got so much, so little to bequeath
Life, oh life!
When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood
When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood

I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
Or the blood, tell me bout the blood!

I gotta move real fast ‘cause im fast in the mud or the blood
Or the blood, or the blood
I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
Or the blood, tell me ‘bout the blood!




I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Bailie's Blood" by Foy Vance explore the themes of blessings and curses, greed, strength, love, and the struggle for survival. The first stanza sets the tone for the rest of the song by stating that both blessings and curses come from the earth, with the singer acknowledging that sometimes he experiences defeat instead of feasting. He admits to wanting to be first, even though he knows it's because of his greed. The singer feels trapped by the strong wind that keeps him in place, yet he knows there's so much to offer that he cannot leave. He concludes that he must give, as there's still so much good in his blood.


The second stanza continues this exploration, with the singer acknowledging the strong currents against him. Yet, he perseveres and finds strength in the rock. He is willing to risk everything to break free, even if it ends in death. The stanza ends with the refrain, "when the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood," underscoring the idea that life is a constant struggle for survival.


The third stanza moves into the singer's personal experience with love. He acknowledges the love of a woman and how he responds to her call, even when it's difficult. He uses flowers as a metaphor for the sweetness of their love, yet he ultimately realizes that her bed smells like a tomb. The next few lines chronicle the singer's struggle with those around him, who are telling him lies and challenging him. Despite this, he remains focused on his goal, although he acknowledges that he's moving fast in the mud or blood.


Line by Line Meaning

Out of the earth comes blessing and curse
Life presents both good and bad things


And a famine, defeat my feast
Sometimes we have to go without in order to learn and grow


I only wanna be last, ‘cause I wanna be first.
Desire for success and selfishness


Wind blows strong keeps me in my place,
Obstacles may prevent us from doing what we want


But there’s so much here, offered, which I can’t leave
We are grateful for what we have


Cant find anywhere to turn my face but to give
When we feel lost, giving is a way to find purpose


So much good, still in the blood, oh the blood
Our heritage and upbringing can shape us for good or bad


Currents grows strong, I must swim against
Sometimes we have to go against the norm to succeed


To the rock, I can find and pace my breath,
A place of stability can help us find peace and strength


Gain my strength and shake the fence,
Overcoming obstacles can make us stronger


Even if it ends in death,
We may have to risk everything to achieve success


When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood
After chaos and upheaval, there can be renewal


I’ve known the love of a woman, in her darkest hours.
Experiencing deep love and caring for someone in their hardest times


And I’ve beckoned to the calling of her room,
Being there for someone when they need us


The road was so steep and sweet it was strong like flowers
Challenges can have a bittersweet and powerful impact


But her bed smelled like a tomb
Despite the love, there is darkness and death


Who are these people round me telling me
Feeling overwhelmed and unsure of who we can trust


What are these lies?
Feeling like people are not being honest with us


I gotta watch my back as they break my bones
Feeling physically and emotionally vulnerable


But I can’t see for the blood in my eyes
Feeling blinded by chaotic and painful circumstances


Home, take me home
Craving comfort and familiarity


Smoke fills a room and I can’t breathe
Feeling suffocated and overwhelmed


Cannot see but I have my wife
Despite chaos, having a loved one to hold onto


And I’ve got so much, so little to bequeath
Feeling the weight of what we have and don't have


Life, oh life!
Questioning the meaning and purpose of life


Or the blood, tell me bout the blood!
Reflecting on the powerful impact of heritage and upbringing


I gotta move real fast ‘cause im fast in the mud or the blood
Feeling a sense of urgency to move forward despite obstacles


Or the blood, or the blood
Continuing to reflect on the powerful impact of heritage and upbringing


I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
Despite feeling slowed down by obstacles, still pushing forward


Or the blood, tell me ‘bout the blood!
Continuing to reflect on the powerful impact of heritage and upbringing


I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
Feeling slowed down by obstacles but still determined to move forward




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Teresa Peppel George


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Awesome Song!!