Stuart Wilde

Stuart Wilde

 Cork, Munster, IRL
BandAlternativeBlues

Dark, Heartfelt, Raw, Poetic,& Bluesy

Biography

Stuart Wilde is an Irish singer/songwriter based in Cork, Ireland.
His songs promise something different...
Here we find darkness, humour, love and loss intertwining with guitar rhythms, heart strings, violin bows and wooden stomp box...

The summer of 2010 saw Stuart teaming up with Kathryn Doehner,(Clear Sky Ensemble, Song of the Nations, Niwel Tsumbu, Tonynho Dos Santos).
Kathryn's melodic playing beautifully offsets Stuart's raw sound.
Together they are definitely more than the sum of their parts!

Stuart has recently performed in The Mutant Caberet as part of the Trash Culture Revue,
and supported The Minutes and Jerry Fish & the Mudbug Club among others..

He is currently recording his Debut Album which will be available early 2011.

Lyrics

Digging in the Pit

Written By: Stuart Wilde

Fallen down the deep, off the bridge, without a microphone,
Landed in the ditch, in the shit, bitten to the bone,
Haven't got a hope, it's like holding onto soap when my hands are wet,
My colour's fading fast just like my inkjet, I think I need a cigarette.

Only one thing for it, I can't ignore it, digging, even though it hurts,
if I stay here any longer to ponder things will get worse,
so I pick up a shovel, start digging, digging down...

I'm digging in the pit,
digging in the pit,
digging in the pit,
I'm digging in the pit.

Going to get it ship shape, even if I'm running late,
Hurry up for Gods sake because I'm sliding down the fire escape,
Going to get even. No you're not! Going to appreciate what you've got!
Even if you're full of rot and smelling like a piss pot!
Even if you're sinking down..

You're digging in the pit,
Digging in the pit,
Digging in the pit,
You're digging in the pit..

Now darkness closes in around me 'till it's found me in this bloody mess,
it'll nail me to the wall, I can't see at all, I need a rest.
As I dig the midges cloud around my face and I start to itch,
and I sometimes wish it ended there and then when I fell down to the pit..

But something burns inside me, always finds me, something burning in my soul,
I never eat, I never sleep, I never reap what I did sow
All I do is dig this fucking hole.. Digging down...

And I'm digging in the pit
DIgging in the pit
You're digging in the pit
We're all digging in the pit

Hot Damn !

Written By: Stuart Wilde

Hot Damn !
She's moving all around.
They're everywhere in this nice clean town.
Oh Lord !
She's moving across the floor in those high heel boots

Hot Damn ! Those high heel boots
Hot Damn ! High heel boots
Hot Damn ! Those high heel
Hot Damn ! Those..
Hot Damn !
Where you get those high heel (boots)?

Click Clack
You're down a Cul de Sac
You're back is broken baby
You ain't got the knack
You old whore
You're lying on the floor and you're singing:
"Give me some youth !"

Hot Damn ! Those high heel boots
Click Clack ! Those high heel boots
Hot Damn ! High heel..
Click Clack ! Those..
Click Clack !
Where you get those high heel boots?

On and on
Her legs are long
Save me Lord!
Help me Lord!
Help me find my way
Show me the way
Because I think I'm going astray..

Hot Damn ! Those high heel boots
Click Clack ! high heel boots
Hot Damn ! High heel..
Hot Damn !
Hot Damn !
Hot Damn !

Where you get those High Heel Boots?

Black Crow

Written By: Stuart Wilde

Black Crow, I love you.
I'm sorry for the stones I threw.
Black Crow, now it's too late for you.
Black Crow, I am your shadow
and you are my shadow...

Marlene
It was me who took aim
Now I've broken his wing
Marlene...
Marlene.

Shot down
You fell to the ground
too late but I still wait for you
Black Crow, I love you so
Black Crow, I am your shadow
and you are my shadow...

Marlene
It was me who took aim
Now I've broken his wing
Marlene...
Marlene, He was going insane
Until I stood on his brain
With my heel
With my heel

I am your shadow
You are my shadow
You are my shadow
I am your shadow
You are my shadow
I am your shadow
You are my shadow
You are my shadow
I am your shadow.....

For Love

Written By: Stuart Wilde

The whore and the fiddler
in the backstreet shack.
The painter and the children
open black sheet packs for Chalk...

For chalk.

There's mist on the water, it is hanging in the trees,
I tried to cross the river but I fell down on my knees.
Every burst of anger,
Every nightmare that you feed,
The truth it bears no witness,
Won't you tell me what you need For Love

For Love
For Love
For Love

The soldier's armed with bullets
The fighter's on the wing.
Melted wax on parchment edge
Seal it with a ring !
The fire starts a-blazing
The bombs come raining down
The work of men of ages
They raze it to the ground For Love...

For Love
For Love
For Love

I've lost you in the darkness
You're inside an empty cup
If I fill it up with water
Would you float up to the top? With Luck

With Luck
With Luck
With Luck

The sailor he is crying
That his boat remains on land.
He doesn't try to take his freedom
Doesn't try to make a stand
The life he lives is madness
It's in this flesh he's bound
He's running from his sadness
He's running from the hounds... For Love

For Love
For Love
For Love

The soldier's armed with bullets
The fighter's on the wing.
Melted wax on parchment edge
Seal it with a ring !
The fire starts a-blazing
The bombs come raining down
The work of men of ages
They raze it to the ground For Love...

For Love
For Love
For Love

Discography

Album out April 2011

Set List

All original material.