Paul Liddell

Paul Liddell

BandFolkAcoustic

Acoustic/folk/singer-songwriter with melodic yet off kilter songwriting, intelligent lyrics, tunes that stick in your brain and a unique voice redolent with character and identity.

Biography

Paul Liddell is a working musician/singer/songwriter based by the sea in the North East of England. So far he has released two solo albums and an EP, and an EP with his band ‘Delphians’. His second album ‘A Lighthouse Keeper’s Diary’ was released on his own label ‘Regulus Music’ and was distributed in stores around the UK by Universal/Absolute.

Paul is an experienced live performer too. His raw and unpretentious delivery combined with the use of live sampling, guitar percussion and layered vocal harmonies provide a great platform for his wonderful songs to shine. As well as touring UK venues in ’06, ’07 and ’08, Paul also performs between tours, averaging about 20 shows a month. Paul has also toured in America, whipping up a storm in several little coffee houses across California. While he was there he performed on a TV show filmed in Time Warner studios in Hollywood, and got his song ‘Brighter Lights’ placed on a nationally distributed and TV advertised folk compilation CD. Other live highlights include a show-stopping performance at the Beverley Folk Festival, and a memorable show at the Piperine Free Festival in Milan. Other artists Paul has shared billing with include Beth Rowley, Glenn Tilbrook (Squeeze), Karine Polwart, Polly Paulusma, Kathryn Tickell, Nick Harper, Amy Wadge, Nerina Pallot, Billy Bragg and Florence And The Machine.

Paul’s songwriting and performance have been recognised throughout the industry, claiming awards for ‘Best Male Artist’ at the International Acoustic Music Awards, a finalists place at the Independent Music Awards, and a winning place in the International Songwriting Competition.

Early 2009 saw Paul make it through to the final 10 in Q magazine’s Glastonbury competition, gaining him some huge exposure along the way.

Paul was recently named as the most gigged songwriter of 2009 by PRS, clocking up hundreds of gigs all over the UK.

Paul recently signed a recording contract with London based label 360 degree music

“A very good album from a highly talented singer/songwriter/musician” – Maverick Magazine

“Glittering nuggets of irresistible folk-pop gold” – The Crack Magazine

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Lyrics

Brighter Lights

Written By: Paul Liddell

BRIGHTER LIGHTS

I believe no truth that you don't tell me.
I read from my own lines, and I see great designs.
There is no line to cross, there is no black and white.
We live with our despite.

Before the walls all fell around me with a shrug of resignation,
I forgot where I was going when I reached my destination.

When I did not see, I remember I felt no fear.
I remember running away, into the night,
with a pocket full of money and a head full of much, much brighter lights.

I feel for those who chide "look after me and mine",
when all I ask for is forgiveness for my weaknesses.
There is no line to cross, there is no black and white.
We live with our despite.

Before the walls all fell around me with a shrug of resignation,
I forgot where I was going when I reached my destination.

When I did not see, I remember I felt no fear.
I remember running away, into the night, with a pocket full of money and oblivion in sight.
When I did not see, I remember I felt no fear.
I remember running away, into the night,
with a pocket full of money and a head full of much, much brighter lights.

I'm in need of some repair. I've battered my own head with despair.
I need something to fix the holes, because the weather's coming in.
I'm filling in the cracks, I'm bolting all the doors.
Please no more attacks. I'm sick and tired of wars.

And as the walls came crashing in, I saw a sky of crimson sin,
and black and white was coloured in.

When I did not see, I remember I felt no fear.
I remember running away, into the night, with a pocket full of money and oblivion in sight.
When I did not see, I remember I felt no fear.
I remember running away, into the night,
with a pocket full of money and a head full of much, much brighter lights.

New Thing Coming

Written By: Paul Liddell

NEW THING COMING

What's that felony melody pervading through the static?
Parading masquerading with the haircut tragic.
You hear no message though the lips are moving,
just an automatic tuner and a mouthful of cruel.
Can genius appear in a bottle of whisky?
Can intelligence come through a cup of coffee?
I don't know if this is real so I won't say sorry,
I'll keep on looking for a different story.

Or another sign, or a different line, to open up some minds.

New thing coming. A new thing coming around.
They couldn't save their lives, they didn't see it coming.
A new thing coming. A new thing coming around.
They couldn't save their lives, they didn't see it come, come, coming.

I can't escape it, it's boring me stiff,
there's no risk in the lyric or the hint of a riff.
Inconsistency from them to me is too much to miss,
but of all the things I hate there's none as bad as this -
I get a bar-room brawl in my square foot of floor, they get security guards and a ride to the door.
I've got a ready mind - I'm not scared to use it,
they've got a star on the door and a head full of stupid.

I need another sign, or a different line, I wanna blow some minds!

New thing coming. A new thing coming around.
They couldn't save their lives, they didn't see it coming.
A new thing coming. A new thing coming around.
They couldn't save their lives, they didn't see it coming.

When all is said and done, I am not the only one
to think about the lie.
But I am not a lie.
I am not a lie.

New thing coming. A new thing coming around.
They couldn't save their lives, they didn't see it coming.
A new thing coming. A new thing coming around.
They couldn't save their lives, they didn't see it coming.
A new thing coming.(DEPTH CHARGE COMING).A new thing coming around.
They couldn't save their lives, they didn't see it coming.

Hurricanes

Written By: Paul Liddell


The pictures aren't sepia, they're bloodstained and faded.
The silent siren's blaring but the echoes are wasted.
Remnants sick and shackled, and roses and bones.
Floating things that mattered and memories of home.

Love 'til the, love 'til the, love 'til the end.

Moments of panic do not compare,
to a brief recognition or a glimpse of her hair.
"Missing since Katrina, my daughter have you seen her"
Love and pain are still hurricanes

inside us, inside us, inside us.
In silence, in silence, in silence.

And liquor tastes like wine to those of the mind
for looking and remembering -
there's no forgiving and no forgetting.
And there's no need to chase the passing pyres of human hate,
no olive branch could take the weight.
The tide of human decimation.

Love 'til the, love 'til the, love 'til the end.

"Missing since Katrina, my daughter have you seen her"
Love and pain are still hurricanes

inside us, inside us, inside us.
In silence, in silence, in silence.
Love 'til the, love 'til the, love 'til the end.
Love 'til the, love 'til the, love 'til the end.

Love 'til the, love 'til the, love 'til the, love 'til the,
love 'til the, love 'til the, love 'til the

love 'til the end.

Electricity

Written By: Paul Liddell

I suppose you think it feels like electricity.
But it's really just a playground for the phantoms of your history.
'cos you're stuck in your brain with the shame and the shackles of misery.
Lots of time for complaining, and savouring each little victory.

'Cos with you there's no seeing beyond the obvious.
There's no feeling beyond the loneliness.
I could pull out your feathers, break back your wings,
tie you in knots and then cut off the strings,
but you wouldn't feel a thing, would you?
You wouldn't feel a thing.
You wouldn't feel a thing, would you?
You wouldn't feel a thing.
You wouldn't feel a thing.

I suppose you think it feels like your world is in motion.
But I'm seriously starting to question your intelligence quotient.
'Cos you're stuck in a time when your presence inspired devotion.
But it's all in your mind, you're just another drop in the ocean.

'Cos with you there's no seeing beyond the obvious.
There's no feeling beyond the loneliness.
You say you need some more dubloons to be someone,
we're just here for a second and then we are gone.
You've never felt a thing, have you?
You've never felt a thing.
You've never felt a thing have you?
You've never felt a thing.
You've never felt a thing.

I'd come up to see you and meet you halfway,
but it's hard to predict what you're feeling today.
Misery and victory - it's all electricity,
and St. Elmo's Fire is coming to burn you away.

'Cos with you there's no seeing beyond the obvious.
There's no feeling beyond the loneliness,
and I could pull out your feathers, break back your wings,
tie you in knots and then cut off the strings.
But you wouldn't feel a thing, would you?
You wouldn't feel a thing.
You wouldn't feel a thing would you?
You wouldn't feel a thing.
You wouldn't feel a thing.

Discography

Sketchy Little People - Album
A Quiet Kind Of Madness - 4 track single
A Lighthouse Keeper's Diary - Album
Delphians - EP
New Thing Coming - EP

Set List

Sets can be as long or as short as necessary. Paul frequently plays for 60 - 90 mins, but is equally at home blasting out a quick half hour. Performance can be in solo or band format, whichever is preferred.