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Held In The Bosom Of Friends
Just Another Lonely Evening
Old Familiar Feeling
How Have I Come To This ?
And I Will Lead You
Old Flame
Different Way
Rough Love
Don't Ask Me
I Don't Want To Fall In Love With You
Desire
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All words and music © Sarah Jones

Two days after they met in the summer of 1997, Lorna and Sarah sang together for the first time. Lorna's voice was honed in her native Devon, singing folk, jazz and stage musicals, whilst Sarah earned a reputation as a songwriter and a guitarist of note. For the next three years Lorna and Sarah sang their way to being one of the Midland's top acoustic acts, playing all the region's major clubs and festivals. On the larger gigs they were joined by Duncan Gibbs who played keyboards and bass guitar for them. Ric Sanders of Fairport Convention heard the album 'Desire' and liked it so much that he turned up at one of their gigs and played fiddle with them.

Desire is the album that Sarah and Lorna released as they started taking audiences by storm in the late 1990s . Twelve classic songs played in stripped-down, bare acoustic arrangements that really let the vocals breathe.

Desire CD Booklet

Acknowledgments and Dedications

Lorna
For Cory and Millie

Sarah
With love for all those female singers whose music means so much to me and whose voices have oftentimes made me weak with pleasure; Nanci Griffith, Christine Collister, Maddy Prior, Maggie Boyle, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Suzanne Vega, Joni Mitchell, Michelle Shocked, Linda Thompson, Eddi reader and Liz Graham. Thank you for the caress of your voices.

Thanks to Richard Bartram for building me three of the finest guitars that I could ever wish to play. Bartram guitars can be contacted on 01353 862043

Also to Colin Keefe, luthier and builder of fine guitars, for the super set-up, the running repairs and the occasional chance to share a drink and to play one of his wonderful guitars.

Lorna and Sarah
Thanks to Joan Brooks for her cool head and for being smarter than either of us.
Thanks to Duncan Gibbs, Nancy Kerr, Trevor Lynes and Sarah Westwood who helped us create this recording.
To Philip and Jane at Mantra CDs and Recording for being wonderful.
And to Mike at Catchlight Photography.

Nancy Kerr plays fiddles made by Tim Philips of Wales.

Held In The Bosom Of Friends

Sound the trumpet, Raise a shout,
Strike the harp and sing it out,
I may be lost in a desert of fear and doubt,
But I'm held in the bosom of friends

Let it sleet, let it rain, let the cold wind blow,
I'm not worried none 'cause I know,
Wherever I am, wherever I go,
I'm held in the bosom of friends.

When the light fades and the sky turns to black,
I'm fighting an ace and I'm holding a jack,
And the devil himself's upon my back,
I'm held in the bosom of friends.

Let it sleet, let it rain, let the cold wind blow...

Hard on my heels the hounds all bay,
Down comes the fog, I lose my way.
Out of the blue, I hear a voice say,
You're held in the bosom of friends.
Let it sleet, let it rain, let the cold wind blow...

© Sarah Jones, 15th February 1997

Just Another Lonely Evening

The winter mist is falling,
And my breath hangs in the air.
And this empty life is calling,
For somebody here to share.
Another, " Thank you, but I'm busy ",
Just cut me to the bone...
It's just another lonely evening,
As I wander home alone.

Another lively party,
Another lonely room.
Everyone was hale and hearty,
I felt as lively as a tomb.
Another empty hallway,
Where love was never known...
It's just another lonely evening,
As I wander home alone.

The midnight bus is leaving,
Takes the lovers to their nest.
And this lonely soul is grieving,
With a hurt that will not rest.
Another empty bedroom,
With its pillows cold as stone...
It's just another lonely evening,
As I wander home alone.

Another, " Thank you, but I'm busy ",
Just cut me to the bone...
It's just another lonely evening,
As I wander home alone.

© Sarah Jones, 11th November 1995

Old Familiar Feeling

There's an old familiar feeling,
To this life of mine,
Turn and turn again.
A start, a new beginning,
Stilled and laid to rest.
Mourn and say 'Amen'
Mourn and say 'Amen'.

There's an old familiar feeling,
To these lines I write.
Circle without end.
Day leads into dusk,
Darkness takes the land.
Light a lamp dear friend,
Light your lamp dear friend.

There's an old familiar feeling,
Life begins again.
Dark turns into day.
The seedling slowly rises,
Deep calls to deep,
I move along my way.
I move along my way.

© Sarah Jones, 2nd June 1996

How Have I Come To This ?

Well I don't make a sound,
As I creep 'cross your floor,
Keep my ear to the ground,
And my eye on the door.
And I move at night,
Makes me easier to miss,
Tell me, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
How have I come to this ?

Well I ran from my mother,
And I ran from my dad,
And I ran from my brother,
And from the life I had.
Fell in love with a Judas,
Betrayed me with a kiss,
Tell me, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
How have I come to this ?

I've been running for so long.
So long. So long.
Tell me where did I go wrong ?
Been strong, Too long.

Got a purse full of coppers,
Got a bank full of debt,
The judge said 'Stop her',
But they ain't caught me yet.
Got my name and my number,
On the wanted list.
Tell me, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
How have I come to this ?

Well it holds no reason,
And it makes no sense,
It's the killing season,
And you're on the offence.
If you catch me up,
My neck will surely twist.
Tell me, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
How have I come to this ?

© Sarah Jones, 2nd - 9th April 1996

And I Will Lead You

I feel the way the wind blows,
Cutting inside of you.
Following where you go,
Ready to fall.
When you can't sleep I know,
I put my mind to you,
I can hear your every call.

Take my hand and I will lead you,
Through pastures green and pleasant lands.
Don't believe that I don't need you,
I'll take you past the troubled sands.

Remember when you despair,
You can have me in front of you.
No matter what time or where,
I'll come to your side.
Wherever you are, I'd fare,
Across any mountaintop,
Swim any river, turn any tide.

Take my hand and I will lead you...

Two people as one we are,
Separate but inseparable.
God knows, we've come this far,
We've nothing behind.
There's no damage done,
That isn't repairable.
I will ease your troubled mind.

Take my hand and I will lead you...

© Sarah Jones, 10th February 1985

Old Flame

Dead Land, a wilderness,
A barren ground,
Cracked earth, no water could be found.
Chance meet in a House of Grace,
A spark of love.
Dry wood, the flames went shooting up.

Old Flame, Red Hot love,
All I have is the memory of,
Loving You, and it
Burns like fire.
Old flame, Lord above,
What in the world were you thinking of ?
When you left me here alone,
To burn like fire.

Soft cloud, a sweet embrace,
A gentle rain.
Green shoots, the earth alive again.
Strange days, as both we knew.
An harvest rare,
Strange fruit to eat if we would dare.

Old Flame, Red Hot Love...

Six years and you grew cold,
That old wind blew.
Caught by the lines they set for you.
North wind, it chilled your heart,
A wind of change,
It found my love and fanned the flames

Old Flame, Red Hot love...

© Sarah Jones 28th May 1996

Different Way
Well I've noticed you looking at me,
Would you tell me just what you see,
Do you think that I'm wrong do you feel I belong,
Or I'm a misfit naturally.
We march to a different beat,
We don't walk the same crowded street
So why must you call or mock me at all,
Or laugh in my face when we meet ?

I'm just a different way,
I'm doing no harm why can't you see ?
I'm just a different way,
Why can't you just let me be ?

I don't walk in the light when it's day,
And I try not to get in your way,
But as I move round you keep putting me down,
And you've nothing constructive to say.
I hope that one day you will find,
You needn't trouble your mind,
We can all get along, I'm not right ...you're not wrong,
We'll have opened the eyes of the blind

I'm just a different way...

Oh why can't you understand,
This isn't the way I planned,
I'm doing my best, but I'm not like the rest,
And I don't want to be underhand.
I'm living my life my way,
And there's nothing that I can say,
To put you at ease, I can just ask you please,
To let things work out as they may

I'm just a different way...

© Sarah Jones 1986

Rough Love

You look good, I have to say,
Looked like a dream when you came my way.
But as the months went by, the dream turned bad,
You're about the worst friend I ever had.

Rough Love,
Never get enough love,
Baby I'm gone.

Come home each night, hit the bottle and then,
Bend my ear over nothing again.
All night long, till you make me cry,
I'm getting out, you can stay here and die.

Rough Love...

You don't want to do this, don't want to do that,
You bleed me dry - you're a low down rat.
Hate all my friends, laugh at my car,
Spend my wage in the nearest bar.

Rough Love...

You say you're in love,
I'd say that's true.
You love a three letter word,
And that word is you.
You'd better listen good, You'd better listen well,
'Cause living with you is like living in hell.
You screw me up, You drag me down,
Never have fun when you're around.

Rough Love...
Rough Love...

© Sarah Jones, 29th Nov - 26th Dec 1995

Don't Ask Me

I've done my share of foolish things,
But none that can compare.
With the nightmare every nighttime brings,
Of how I left you standing there.
I left your love out in the cold,
Someone came and took your love away.

Don't ask me how,
Don't ask me when,
Don't ask me where,
I'll see your face again.

These city boys are full of cheer,
While I am full of doubt.
I curse whatever brought me here,
Why can't I work it out ?
Each move I make takes me away,
Ever further, further ever on.

Don't ask me how...

The miles lie fast between us now,
I'm as far as I can be.
I'm gonna make it home somehow,
I'll reach you - just you see.
This road is going to turn around,
Bring me gently, gently back to you.

Don't ask me how...

© Sarah Jones, 25th March 1996

I Don't Want To Fall In Love With You

Gentle friend, it's time that you are leaving,
How the hours fairly flew,
And the threads that you are weaving,
But I don't want to fall in love with you.

No-one lights the darkness clearly,
No-one moves me like you do.
How I want to have you dearly,
But I don't want to fall in love with you.

When the night is cold and lonely,
And I turn the whole night through,
I am longing for you only,
I don't want to fall in love with you.

Faithful, honest, gentle friend,
Constant, trusted, true,
Steadfast, loyal to the end,
I don't want to fall for you.

In your eyes are streams of living water,
In your hair a silver moon or two.
You are surely heaven's daughter,
I don't want to fall in love with you.

© Sarah Jones, May - November 1996

Desire

Don't want a mountain of gold,
Just want enough for to eat.
Don't want to live till I'm old,
Just want a life that's complete.
So if you hear me call,
And raise my voice to the sky,
Don't want a mountain of gold,
Just want enough for to eat.

Don't want to screw the whole world,
Just want a love of my own.
Don't want to be a hard girl,
Just want to strike the right tone.
So if you hear me call,
And raise my voice to the sky,
Don't want to screw the whole world,
Just want a love of my own.

Don't want to run with the crowd,
Just want a circle of friends.
Can't only do what's allowed,
Just want to find my own end.
So if you hear me call,
And raise my voice to the sky,
Don't want to run with the crowd,
Just want a circle of friends.

Don't want to bleed everyday,
Just want to care when I can,
Don't want to get in your way,
Just want to give you a hand.
So if you hear me call,
And raise my voice to the sky.
Don't want to bleed everyday,
Just want to care when I can.

© Sarah Jones, 20th July 1997

I

You came to see me tonight,
With a gift of love.
But though it don't seem right,
I can't take it.
You say you love me,
But how can you know ?
I am a rocky shore,
Where no ship can go.

Too many dreams have been spoken,
Too many died.
Too many hearts have been broken,
Honey, too many people have tried,
Have tried.

I long for love's sweet touch,
To take my hand.
It seems the cost is too much,
For another.
I'm alone.
Still single, I.
Love moves 'cross the face of the deep,
To pass me by.

Too many dreams have been spoken...

So sail into the setting sun,
And make good speed.
I know you thought I was the one,
But it's not so.
Fare thee well.
Love's labours lost.
I am a tidal wave,
On which you're tossed.

Too many dreams have been spoken...

© Sarah Jones, 29th April 1996