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.
Beggar
Richard Dawson Lyrics
She's fast asleep at Woden's feet
Whilst alms I seek from thronging fairfolk
As a whelp fast to the teat
She smote me then
We've ever since been shadows
Two beasts of one old soul
If you rely on the kindness of strangers
It helps to have a hound for a handmaid
Not only for the superior nose
Or companionship
Often people stop to talk with me
Having never seen before such a very beautiful snow-coloured collie
Working the fell a most powerful eye
Part of the grass, fast as lightning
Before the children were grown
They'd ride her like a pony
Through the nodding banners yesterday
She went in chase of a ship's rat
At my wit's end I finally located her
Under a whining bush, my poor old lady, seized by a fit
When the raiders came in their flaming carriages
She went running to her family
While I listened on, cowering behind a pile of drying logs
There's no denying it
I sold my shoes so I could buy a chicken
A penance and a treat on her final day
Now she is gone I carry her down to the sea
And scream at the sinking stars
"Can you ever forgive me?"
Whilst alms I seek from thronging fairfolk
As a whelp fast to the teat
She smote me then
We've ever since been shadows
Two beasts of one old soul
If you rely on the kindness of strangers
It helps to have a hound for a handmaid
Not only for the superior nose
Often people stop to talk with me
Having never seen before such a very beautiful snow-coloured collie
Working the fell a most powerful eye
Part of the grass, fast as lightning
Before the children were grown
They'd ride her like a pony
Through the nodding banners yesterday
She went in chase of a ship's rat
At my wit's end I finally located her
Under a whining bush, my poor old lady, seized by a fit
When the raiders came in their flaming carriages
She went running to her family
While I listened on, cowering behind a pile of drying logs
There's no denying it
I sold my shoes so I could buy a chicken
A penance and a treat on her final day
Now she is gone I carry her down to the sea
And scream at the sinking stars
"Can you ever forgive me?"
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Written by: RICHARD MICHAEL DAWSON
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