Fergus Crawford

Fergus Crawford

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Fergus Crawford offers his listeners a rare blend of acoustic guitar flare, songwriting prowess and meaningful lyrics that anyone can relate to. Whether reimagining Dylan or singing fresh material, Fergus handles himself with the poise and grace few others can attest to.

Biography

Introduced to music at a young age, Fergus found his first love in the piano-based music of Billy Joel. A few years later, Fergus picked up the guitar and has been primarily associated with it since. Taking inspiration from early blues musicians (Robert Johnson, Skip James, Mississipi John Hurt, Buddy Guy), rock legends (Bob Dylan, Cream, Hendrix, The Beatles, The Stones) and more recent inspirations (Stevie Ray Vaughan, John Mayer, Derek Trucks), Fergus has a broad-ranging sound that is hard to classify into any one genre. Lyrically, Fergus offers a rare outlook, from story-telling prowess on songs like "Lost Little Boy" to issue-driven solos that harken back to early protest songs of Dylan et al. ("Greenhouse Blues", "I Don't Know (But I've Been Told)"). Fergus also tackles a number of cover songs in his average set, maintaining the structure and integrity of the original while pursuing a drastically different sound in most cases.

Lyrics

I Don't Know (But I've Been Told)

Written By: Fergus Crawford

I don't know, but I've been told,
The streets of hell are lined with gold.
And there's enough of it there, if you should care,
For us all the to live until we ain't got no hair.
Just one catch though, that you should know,
Gotta give the devil your poor old soul.
If you can sign on the dotted line, it'll all be yours in your good time.

But what'll it buy you, once you've got it all?
Will; it revive you, each time you fall?
Won't it deprive you of the only thing you really own?
And that's your soul.

I don't know the blood on your hands, but the Devil's in the details of the best-laid plans.
Don't need a crossroads anymore, just head on down to your local superstore.
The Devil still lurks inside of him, who puts a corporation ahead of his fellow man.
Who turns away from the gathering storm to go to a place where it's nice and warm.

But what'll it buy you ...

I don't know the price you'll pay, but all I can say is that you'll be sorry someday.
Once you pass through those gates of black, and realise that there ain't no turning back.
The Devil works in mysterious ways, pay and pay for the rest of your days.
A cost sublime, no reason or rhyme, give yourself up until the end of time.

But what'll it buy you ...

Lost Little Boy

Written By: Fergus Crawford

Lost little boy,
Walking in the neighbourhood,
Doesn't know where he should be
Going.

Lost little boy,
Dancing in the dead of night,
Doesn't know where he might,
Be going.

Don't leave me outside,
Oh, don't leave me to die,
Don't leave me,
Don't think I'll come back home alive.

Lost boys and girls,
Children of the revolution,
Children of a false solution,
Died yesterday.

Lost little world,
Slipping through my fingertips,
Sinking with your battleships defied me today.

Don't leave me outside,
Don't leave me to die,
Don't leave me, don't think I'll come back home alive.

Lost frozen dreams,
Fading with the setting sun,
Who has lost and who has won today?

And lost little boy,
Come home.

Greenhouse Blues

Written By: Fergus Crawford

Well I'm sitting in a greenhouse,
Waiting for the world to end.
Well I'm sitting in a greenhouse,
Waiting for the world to end.
Won't somebody please,
Lend me a hand.

Beggars everywhere,
Nobody seems to care.
Mmmmmm.
Beggars everywhere,
Here, there, everywhere, and nobody seems to care.
Oh God if you're out there,
Let me know, let me know you're there.

(Slide solo)

Well God ain't the problem,
He's just a name,
It's you evil-hearted people trying to
Shift the blame,
And I'm still sitting in a greenhouse,
Waiting for the world to change.
Please give me a reason,
Not to lose my faith.
Please give me a reason,
Not to lose my faith.

Ruby Jane

Written By: Fergus Crawford

I need a girl called Ruby Jane,
Wash away my troubles
And ease my pains.

And everything she touches turns to gold,
Never die and,
Never grow old.

Oh, I need a girl who can bring me through the night,
Keep me alive and hold me tight,
The girl of my dreams will come to me one day,
In a ruby red dress and take me away.
Ruby Jane.

Don't want no woman I'll drink away,
Give me more troubles,
And give me more pains.

Don't need no woman to make me feel bad,
Make me drink her away to forget I'm sad.

Oh, I need a girl who can show me the light,
Make me a man and give me back my sight,
The girl of my dreams would be better than the rest,
Make me do my best and take me away.
Ruby Jane.

(Piano Solo)

I need a girl called Ruby Jane,
To wash away my troubles
And ease my pains.

And everything she touches turns to gold,
I wanna never die and never, never grow old.

Ruby Jane. (X 3)

Slow Suicide

Written By: Fergus Crawford

I don't understand the pain you make me endure,
You sent me packing, threw me out the door.

I don't know exactly what it is I said,
But you told me honestly I'd be better off dead.

It's a slow suicide with you,
And I'm telling you little darling baby we're through.

You told me that drinking would kill me some day,
But leaving you was the best choice that I ever made.

I'll take the drinks and baby you can have your health,
And we'll meet again on some freezing cold day in hell.

And it's a slow suicide with you,
And I'm telling you pretty baby, baby we're through.

Discography

Album - "Lost Little Boy" (2007)
Singles - "Lost Little Boy," "Ruby Jane" and "I Don't Know (But I've Been Told)"

Set List

Lost Little Boy
I Don't Know (But I've Been Told)
Ruby Jane
Jealous Guy (John Lennon)
Roll and Tumble
Boom Boom (John Lee Hooker)
I'm Gonna Leave You
The Blues Have Taken My Soul
They're Red Hot (Robert Johnson)
St Patrick's Day (John Mayer)
Daughters (John Mayer)
Tweeter and the Monkey Man (Travelling Wilburries)
Don't Think Twice (It's Alright) (Bob Dylan)
Slow Suicide
Billie Jean (Micheal Jackson)