Lorraine Wood hails from the Hackney of the 1970s. Her stripped-bare style is both fragile and forceful. She performs infrequently. She has been described by folk broadcaster Bob Meyer, as "maybe the best unrecorded / undiscovered female folk roots singer songwriter in the UK at the moment".
Lorraine Wood is currently recording.
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Why does he send me sad songs
When he knows I'm on the home run
And the whole damned world could sing along
To the tune of how he ain't in love with me?
London, take me back I have learnt my lesson well
Nicer towns and warmer climes
Could not quell this loneliness
And they ain't got my back
The colours of my life are dried
Deep within the cracks
Of these broken pavements
God, if you exist
Keep him safe, make him happy
I know he's a cunt
And he'll never do right by me
But he ain't got a hope
And he ain't got a song
And only his dope
And demons are strong
How d'you look a dying friend in the eye and say goodbye?
You must've known I never would
And how d'you say you gotta go when you know he's the one going
And it's long been understood?
I've been thinking about your widow, when she was still your wife
Wondering how you make love to a dying man and go on with your life?