Roses and Ruin

by Leannan Sidhe

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A collection of traditional collaborations with other artists, recorded at Criminal Studios. New tracks released once a month, or when I feel like it. This is a collaborative project with artists and listeners alike so if there's a traditional song you'd like to hear, let me know!

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released January 1, 2011

Shanti Singleton, vocals
Dara Korra'ti, Irish Bouzouki, Percussion and engineering
Jeri Lynn Cornish, Cello and backing vocals

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Leannan Sidhe Seattle, Washington

Leannan Sidhe is a fey musician with wandering gypsy feet, a shimmering soprano voice, and writes music that tends to the bittersweet. She performs mostly in the Pacific Northwest, but will happily travel further abroad if the opportunity is provided.

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Track Name: Leannan Sidhe with CRIME and the Forces of Evil - Red is the Rose (live at Criminal Studios)
Trad.
Track Name: Cruel Sister
There lived a lady by the North Sea shore,
Two daughters were the babes she bore.
One grew as fair as in the sun
So coal dark grew the elder one.

A knight came riding to the lady's door;
He travelled far to be their wooer.
He courted one with gloves and rings
But the other he loved above all things.

"Oh sister, sister, won't you walk with me
To see the ships sail o'er the sea?"
And as they walked the windy shore
The dark girl pushed her sister o'er.

Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
Crying "Sister, reach to me your hand!
Oh sister, sister, please let me live
And all that's mine I'll surely give."

"It's your own true love that I want, and more
That thou shalt never come ashore."
And as she floated like a swan
The salt sea bore her body on.

Two minstrels walked by the windy strand
They saw her body float to land
They made a harp of her breastbone
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone.

They took three strands of her yellow hair
And with them strung this harp so rare.
They took this harp to her father's hall
There to play before them all.

But when they set the harp upon a stone
It began to play alone.
The first string sang a doleful sound:
"The bride her younger sister drowned."

The second string, when this they tried:
"In terror sits the black-haired bride."
The third string sang beneath their bow:
"And now her tears will surely flow."

There lived a lady by the North Sea shore,
Two daughters were the babes she bore.
One grew as fair as in the sun
So coal dark grew the elder one.
Track Name: Help Me Believe
(Still deciding on the title, I've got three)
Why Am I Alive? / Help Me Believe / Distract Me, Please
©11/9/2016 Shanti Singleton

I need someone to distract me
From the thoughts inside my head
From the razor blade against my wrist
From wishing I were dead
I need someone to distract me
Please...

I can not win this alone
Please walk with me another mile
Give me something to believe in
A reason I should smile

Help me believe
That I've got someone on my side
Because right now, I cannot see
Why I'm alive
I'm still alive

I need something to distract me
From the world burning down
From the hate that's heaped upon my life
And I'm afraid to look around
I need someone to distract me
Please...

How much longer do I have
Before they tell me I've no rights
Before they take away my vote
Before they come for me by night

Help me believe
That I've got someone on my side
Because right now, I cannot see
Why I'm alive

Help me believe that I'm still safe
That I've got someone on my side
Because right now, I cannot see
Why I'm alive
I'm still alive

I need something to distract me
From the fears inside my head
From the razor blade against my wrist
From wishing I were dead
I need someone to distract me
Please...
Help me Believe