Two people who fall in love on the road to and from Wollongong. 

[Recorded @ Home - no mix or master]

Wollongong Song (Demo)

Another song written on the lake Geneva shoreline and recorded at home in Sydney

Montreux (Demo)

There’s a young man in my heart, oh in my heart, 
A young man in mind.  
I used to know him well, all those years ago, 
I wonder can you tell?  
 
Bright red curly hair and the freckles on his cheeks.  
Played his biscuit tin marching down the street.  
I used to know him well, know him, know him.  
 
A few years later now, 
He met that girl with the almost black hair.  
And those were the days, he took her everywhere, 
And it still feels the same.  
 
Hair behind her ear and a flower in her teeth.  
He would stare at her in total disbelief.  
He used to love her well, love her, love her. 
 
A young man in my heart, in my heart,  
a young man in mind.

Burralow

Biscuit Tin

It’s not about you it’s about me.  
It’s not about you it’s about me. 
And It’s not about what you want, 
No, It’s about what I need.  
 
And I won’t lay down on the floor and feel so poorly. 
And you can say just what you want and I will still be happy. 
 
And I will fill my cup, no I won’t mind, I’ll be blind. 
And I will be true, I won’t feel blue, and I can still love you. 
 
It’s not about you it’s about me. 
It’s not about you it’s about me. 
And It’s not about what you want, 
No, It’s about what I need.

What I Need

Sitting on the mountainside watching all my friends go by. 
A million miles high, I can’t find my way down. 
I’d grab the first plane I saw if I was allowed. 
Skinny I am, but I’ve become too weighed down. 
 
I’ve shaved my head, trying to shed, 
All the ties with the people who care. 
 
I’ve lost my job and I have lost myself too. 
There’s a wolf at my window and he’s watching my every move. 
I’m petrified, I’m scared, I don’t think I can move. 
So I sleep at light and at night stay awake in this room. 
 
I’ve sold my things, for needles and pins, to escape from it all. 
Well I don’t know when I’ll come back home. 
 
Sitting on the mountainside, all my friends have now gone away. 
Got a job, made flight but here I stay. 
I waited for something, someone to show me the way. 
But I’ve laid down and I won’t change. 
 
A poison called, I inhale it all and I’m sick to death of it all. 
Soon I’ll be back home.

Mountainside

I’ll be a dog without a bone, 
If I keep on goin’ on way I’m goin’ on.  
All I know, It’s time to turn back I’ll be goin’ home. 
 
He holds a book to his face, 
And how his hair’s grown so darn long. 
Oh how we’ve grown, 
Would you know us if we ever came… 
 
Home. Let me show you I won’t fold. 
Home. ‘Cause you are mine and I am yours to hold.  
 
And you might see us in Montreux. 
My case is open and I’m forever hoping, 
That some change might come our way. 
 
I’m counting coins now. 
Here all the numbers they look so strange, 
But with grace, I’ll be movin’... 
 
On. Let me show you I won’t fold. 
Home. ‘Cause you are mine and I am yours to hold.

Montreux

Just to see if you could hear me. 
And then I jumped in and I swam to,
The bottom of the sea and waited there for you to find me. 
 
And I painted colours in the sky. 
It took me days on end. 
And then I lay down, waited there for you, 
To show you what I did, to show you what I did. 
 
And I met the right person at the wrong time. 
I waited for my planets to align,  
So I could sing ‘Across the Universe’ to you,  
And you would be mine. 
 
I’ll take you back to childhood, 
To dance beneath parachutes.  
Forget what’s outside, we’ll look at the sun shine, 
Only clouds will pass us by, the clouds will pass us by.

Across The Universe

Well I met you in early April. 
You knocked on my front door with all your friends. 
Sipp’n’ tea and sitting on my bedroom floor, 
I’d never seen a boy like you and I say...  
 
And you’d been swimming in the sea, 
And now you’re washed up next to me. 
I didn’t think that you would stay very long, 
Oh how I was wrong. 
 
I’m glad I found your face. I’m glad I found your face. 
I’m glad I found your face again. I’m glad I found you. 
 
And the headlights shone, 
As I drove her up the road from Wollongong. 
And it all became quite clear, 
As the light fell away from view my dear. 
 
And her brown eyes staring back at me, 
As we danced in the street. 
Under a streetlight, on our stage, I saw her face. 
 
I’m glad I found your face. I’m glad I found your face. 
I’m glad I found your face again. I’m glad I found you.

Wollongong Song

Burralow is an indie folk outfit fronted by the songwriting duo, Sarah Heydon & Ryan Sheridan. Together these two hopeless-romantic songwriters have penned and orchestrated a collection of stories from life on the road and living in the Blue Mountains.
With a sound inspired from artists such as Cat Power to The Beatles, their shows are dotted with instrument changes and striking melodies.
Sarah sings and performs from behind a stripped-down drum kit and glockenspiel combination, while Ryan sings and wrangles a guitar. The band’s timbre teeters between acoustic and electric with fretting double and electric basses (sometimes), Andrew Provan dueling between guitar and mandolin, and Maizy Coombes striking the fiddle.
The group has gained a following from playing venues across Greater Sydney and joined the festival circuit at St. Albans Folk Festival, Salvation Sounds and Good Company.
Burralow’s self-titled debut EP was recorded and produced by Tim Kevin over 2017-18 at Oceanic and Tempe River Studios, Sydney.