Siuan

Siuan

BandFolkAcoustic

cerebral, melody-driven acoustic rock

Biography

Siuan is truly an original singer/songwriter. Its hard to come up with a relevant comparison for this sort-of folk, sort-of punk, melodic songwriter with a distinctly haunting, but quirky voice. Maybe if Debbie Harry and Patti Smith had a love-child, she might sound (and even look) something like Siuan. Other attempts at classification include Bruce Springsteen meets the GoGo's or Neil Diamond meets PJ Harvey. Off-center comparisons for an off-center artist. Siuan bangs out songs on her acoustic guitar that are sometimes hilarious, other times emotionally profound, but always lyrically mind-boggling. Siuan's meandering background in philosophy, mathematics, rocket science, and art finds its way into songs that could only be crafted by this globe-trotting, modern, renaissance, culture junkie.

Formerly fronting the L.A. based all-girl, indie-rock band The Renders, Siuan now takes to the stage alone with just an acoustic guitar.

Lyrics

the Bed we Made

Written By: Siuan McGahan

Running round in circles and running out of time.
Running from my certainty or demons in your mind.
I don't know what you want from me, you don't know what is mine.
I don't take to your apathy, your sacrificial line.

Counting the days, counting complaints,
counting the ways we ask for change.
How we forsake and we delay,
we lie awake in the bed that we made.

Pulling from my revelry and crossing every line:
You don't know what you do to me, but do it every time.
I don't jive with your sophistry, the words that you unwind-
unraveling the tapestry, my weakness left behind.

Counting the days, counting complaints,
counting the ways we ask for change.
How we forsake and we delay,
we lie awake in the bed that we made.

I wish that you would hurt me, I wish you'd yell or scream.
I wish that you would make me cry or just do something mean,
but there's nothing wrong with you, you're just wrong for me
what I wish you would do, is make it easier to leave.

Counting the days, counting complaints,
counting the ways we ask for change.
How we forsake and we delay,
we lie awake in the bed that we made.

Rewind

Written By: Siuan McGahan

Last night you said you were leavin,
I thought just another fight.
You were gone and I was grievin,
wishin I could make it right.

Wishin I could rewind time.
Wishin I stayed calm, now I'm
wishin I knew what to say
instead of drivin you away.

So tonight msy mind's repeating
all the word I spoke in spite.
My defenses, self-defeating,
wishin I could apply hindsight.

Wishin I could rewind time.
Wishin I stayed calm, now I'm
wishin I knew what to say
instead of drivin you away.

Away. Away
Away, Away

Now I lie here, I'm not sleepin.
Hours drag until daylight.
Reminding me my temper's fleeting
but what's left keeps me up all night.

Wishin I could rewind time.
Wishin I stayed calm, now I'm
wishin I knew what to say
instead of drivin you away.

Granny was a Gunrunner

Written By: Siuan McGahan

Since 1000 years before, governed from beyond their shores
they rose to dispute, no mind the disrepute.
How unladylike the way, should they incarcerate
or just to be seen, as a rebel libertine.

Granny was a gunrunner, her cause her country's liberty.
She had a biscuit box and motorbike, oh oh.
Granny was a gunrunner, her aim to see her country free
answering the countess' cry, to grab your guns girls, get on out and fight.

They rose against the black and tans, carried weapons in their babies prams,
hid dispatches in their plaits, harboured convicts in their flats.
Far better to risk the grave, of a rebel without stone or name
than to sign away, on a treaty of shame.

Granny was a gunrunner, her cause her country's liberty.
She had a biscuit box and motorbike, oh oh.
Granny was a gunrunner, her aim to see her country free
answering the countess' cry, to grab your guns girls, get on out and fight.

guns and chiffon, "handbag ladies" on the run,
lookout ye bowsies now, she's got a gun...

Granny was a gunrunner, her cause her country's liberty.
She had a biscuit box and motorbike, oh oh.
Granny was a gunrunner, her aim to see her country free
answering the countess' cry, to grab your guns girls, get on out and fight.

Speed Queen Ghetto

Written By: Siuan McGahan

She's the speedqueen, with her washing machine.
She's so lean, and her house is pristine,
yeah its so clean, and she's got

lines as white as snow, in the speedqueen ghetto.
She's always washing clothes, in the speedqueen ghetto.
Keepin up with the jones, in the speedqueen ghetto.

Always up late, with so much on her plate
as she fixates, and she ruminates
and she collates, there is

Never a repose, in the speedqueen ghetto.
Always on the go, in the Keeping up with the jones, in the speedqueen ghetto...

Keeping up with the dishes,
keeping up is her mission,
keeping up with ambition,
keeping her up dispostion.

She's the speedqueen, with her washing machine.
She's so lean, and her house is pristine,
yeah its so clean, and she's got

lines as white as snow, in the speedqueen ghetto.
She's always washing clothes, in the speedqueen ghetto.
Keepin up with the jones, in the speedqueen ghetto.

Waiting for the Punchline

Written By: Siuan McGahan

I'm at a party, a glass of wine in my hand.
I'm here half-hearted, don't know where to sit, stay or stand.
I'm plotting my departure, scheming as fast as I can.
Its going nowhere, suddenly I see this man,

glass of gin, stupid grin, coming over.
His hand extends, I look over my shoulder.
There's no one else, just myself, he's approaching,
on my space and escape, he's encroaching.


Loose lips sink ships, or just my hopes for a good time.
What you're lacking in the brain, you make up for with spine.
You're so verbose, there's no where to go, just a field of social landmines.
You've been talking all this time and I'm still waiting, waiting for the punchline.

You're bowled over, by every hook, every line
that you utter, in some random storyline,
that's going nowhere, but taking too much time
and the way you gesture, its like a frickin pantomine

that you're in, stupid grin, like you're interesting
and what you say in every way is just the best thing.
That I've heard every word is just depressing,
when your words and the absurd are coalescing.

I'm plotting my departure, scheming as fast as I can.
Its going nowhere, suddenly I see this man,

glass of gin, stupid grin, coming over.
His hand extends, I look over my shoulder.
There's no one else, just myself, he's approaching,
on my space and escape, he's encroaching.


Loose lips sink ships, or just my hopes for a good time.
What you're lacking in the brain, you make up for with spine.
You're so verbose, there's no where to go, just a field of social landmines.
You've been talking all this time and I'm still waiting, waiting for the punchline.


a word to the wise is lost on your kind.
I close my eyes, but only to find
that you're out of sight, but not out of mind.

I'm plotting my departure, scheming as fast as I can.
Its going nowhere, suddenly I see this man,

glass of gin, stupid grin, coming over.
His hand extends, I look over my shoulder.
There's no one else, just myself, he's approaching,
on my space and escape, he's encroaching.


Loose lips sink ships, or just my hopes for a good time.
What you're lacking in the brain, you make up for with spine.
You're so verbose, there's no where to go, just a field of social landmines.
You've been talking all this time and I'm still waiting, waiting for the punchline.

Close my eyes

Written By: Siuan McGahan

Not so long ago,
I held my breath and went out on a limb.
Its where I had to go;
this place I'd dreamed of, but I'd never been.

I thought I knew the score,
so I'd jump right in.
Like jumping overboard,
now its sink or swim.
My minds in overdrive,
I'd beg, steal or borrow.
Though fear can paralyze,
try like there's no tomorrow

CHORUS:
I don't want to close my eyes, though I'm staring at the sun.
I don't want to close my eyes, to what I'll wish I'd done.
Though the light is blinding, though my skin is burned,
I don't want to close my eyes, until the tables turned.

I made mistakes along the way.
I tripped and fell but stood out there again.
I heard the things they'd say,
I felt the sting but stumbled through the pain.

Though sometimes justified, sometimes so unforgiving.
I'd want to run and hide,
retreat from reliving.
And though I might have cried,
I stood there undaunted.
Swallowed my wounded pride, cause its all I ever wanted.

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE:
I fear regret
more than reputation
when the sun has set
on my determination

REPEAT CHORUS

Five minutes to Dream

Written By: Siuan McGahan

Another day comes to a close,
the way it always goes:
all the thoughts left in my head,
the words unsaid.

Here I face another night,
going down without a fight
and I think only heaven knows,
where did the hours go?

Five minutes please, to dream.
Five minutes of my own.
Five minutes just to breathe.
Five minutes all alone.

I dream of having time, time to more than dream.
Where the hours are all mine, and the moments in between.

I'm vying with bound hands,
like walking through quicksand.
My thoughts preoccupied-
no daydreaming tonight.

Five minutes please, to dream.
Five minutes of my own.
Five minutes just to breathe.
Five minutes all alone.

I dream of having time, time to more than dream.
Where the hours are all mine, and the moments in between.

The world I used to know,
myself and my ego
with time on our side,
it passed me by...

Now I dream of having time, time to more than dream.
Where the hours are all mine, and the moments in between.

Set List

Rewind
Close My Eyes
Perversion
Short Attention Span
Bite My Tongue
Antecedent
Granny was a Gunrunner
SpeedQueen Ghetto
the Bed we Made
Waiting for the Punchline