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Cradle Song - Daisy Chute
CRADLE SONG from the EP ‘CRADLE SONGS’ by Daisy Chute "Burns Night is a tradition I hold dear, especially as a displaced Scot in London. But every year we gather and recite the same poetry and songs, and I've often wondered about all the Scottish poetry that gets left unread, especially from the female perspective. I wanted to unearth some lesser known poetry so Cradle Songs are settings of the poems I discovered and connected with on my hunt. The poems are about mourning (Mary Queen of Scots's Melancholy Air), unrequited love (Marion Angus's Mary's Song), and motherhood (Carolina Oliphant's Cradle Song), and span from the 16th to the 20th Century." ‘Cradle Songs’ featuring 'Cradle Song' released 28 January 2022.
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here
Cradle Song - Daisy Chute
CRADLE SONG from the EP ‘CRADLE SONGS’ by Daisy Chute "Burns Night is a tradition I hold dear, especially as a displaced Scot in London. But every year we gather and recite the same poetry and songs, and I've often wondered about all the Scottish poetry that gets left unread, especially from the female perspective. I wanted to unearth some lesser known poetry so Cradle Songs are settings of the poems I discovered and connected with on my hunt. The poems are about mourning (Mary Queen of Scots's Melancholy Air), unrequited love (Marion Angus's Mary's Song), and motherhood (Carolina Oliphant's Cradle Song), and span from the 16th to the 20th Century." ‘Cradle Songs’ featuring 'Cradle Song' released 28 January 2022.
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here