Stu Daly

Stu Daly

BandFolkSoul

I'm a folk artist who has toured and recorded in d.i.y. punk bands for the last 7 years. It's had a huge impact on both my musical style and my approach to live performances. I've taken a huge influence from artists like Billy Bragg, Woody Guthrie and Phil Ochs who are all folk artists revered by punk musicians and I'm trying to take this sound into the present day. I try to find the balance between bouncing, upbeat rhythms and measured, sombre moments with a voice steeped in a Dublin upbringing

Biography

Stu Daly has toured in Ireland, The US and The UK as a member of punk band Chewing on Tinfoil, singing and playing his bass in every venue imaginable, including Maida Vale Studios, where he recorded a live session for BBC Radio One with the band.

In his spare time, Stu exchanged his bass for an acoustic guitar and harmonica and began to perform in the quieter venues around Dublin towards the end of 2011. As these solo performances became more frequent, the songs took on a life of their own, and before long Stu was recording a two-track demo, which he released for free online in early 2012.

Stu’s influences range from the anthemic storytelling of Billy Bragg and Woody Guthrie to the soulful melodies of Otis Redding. His songs tell stories about growing up and growing old, about staying put and moving on. Since his demo he has assembled a band made up of close friends. The sound they have created exhibits an easy movement between bouncing, upbeat rhythms and measured, sombre moments, complementing a voice steeped in a Dublin upbringing, and creating music that resonates with a raw Irish soul.

Stu has recently performed in the finals of IMRO’s Christie Hennessy Song Writing Competition in Tralee and will be releasing his debut 5 track EP “Heritage” at the end of May 2013 on Toast Office Records

Lyrics

The Landing Light

Written By: Stu Daly

As the world gets darker our sights float upwards.
But moonlight will not save you from unbearable truth.
We’re spinning tops out in the night, we kiss by lamp light.
Cobblestones will chip your teeth as we stumble down the street.

But as long as a light is up the back of the stairs,
I don’t mind the rain and the midnight air,
As I fall homewards.

My house is in the distance. Oh feet, don’t fail me.
‘Cause some days you wouldn’t believe, I wear a face like concrete.
I reach my door, turn the key lightly. That light still blinds me.
I wave the ghosts out of my way and fall down for one more day.

But as long as a light is up the back of the stairs,
I don’t mind the rain and the midnight air,
As I fall homewards.

Plaster of Paris

Written By: Stu Daly

Army boy of eighteen calls himself a man.
Walks to a café on the banks of La Seine where he sits every day.
Her shift starts at eight. He orders the same thing and waits.
Oh, you know? There’s something I must tell you if you understand my tongue.
I came for the work, I came for the lights and now I must leave with love.

I can’t promise you a good life. She said “Oh, that changes every day. But I’ll grow old alongside you anyway.”

When you’re young, young at heart, you swear you’re made of brick.
The older you get you’ll see it’s plaster of Paris.
Oh it crumbles and breaks and your fingers start to ache every day.
I don’t even want to know.

A man of sixty wishes he was a boy.
Braces to wind down at his Crumlin Road home where he sits every day.
Her shift ends at eight. He reads his newspaper and waits.
Oh, he remembers, she dances through the hard times. He knew that she wouldn’t wane.
Hand in hand fell through the decades. She still recalls him saying

“I can’t promise you a good life.” She said “Oh, that changes every day. But I’ll grow old alongside you anyway.”

When you’re young, young at heart, you swear you’re made of brick.
The older you get you’ll see it’s plaster of Paris.
Oh it crumbles and breaks and your fingers start to ache. You’ll stumble and quake at the sound your body makes every day.
I don’t even want to know.

Heirlooms

Written By: Stu Daly

When I can’t see the future, I look to the past.
It’s mostly gold-plated, hid in shards of glass.
But you have to be careful, you can’t go home again.
The world lies between us, is it just in my head?

But now you’ve got me singing:
Love, some days I don’t want to try. I’ve ripped those years out of my life,
Years I’m too proud to give up.

You can slip into darkness, the home of your doubt.
The most basic choices can make you black out.
You find yourself choking on earth’s history.
You’re collecting heirlooms thrown up by the sea.

But now you’ve got me singing:
Love, some days I don’t want to try. I’ve ripped those years out of my life,
Years I’m too proud to give up.

Hope, I inherited hope and the means for a better life.

Love, some days I don’t want to try. I’ve ripped those years out of my life,
Years I’m too proud to give up.

Discography

2012 - Demo
2013 - Heritage EP