Woman (Bunnell)
A song I wrote with my sister in mind. Jess was born male but transitioned later in life. I wanted to make the point that becoming trans is not a lifestyle choice, but is dictated by a special nucleus in the brain.
Out on a Limb (Bunnell)
This tune emerged in a dream, with me playing it on the dulcimer in the dream.
Nothing More to be Said (Bunnell)
As with most songs, the words to this one came into my head when I wasn’t even thinking about writing a song and, at the time, didn’t have an instrument handy to put a tune to it. I happened to be sitting in my car in a queue at Selby Toll Bridge. North Yorkshire, and managed to write the whole song in the time it took to get across the bridge.
In the early hours of Boxing Day, 2025, I dreamed that I was playing music in a session. Someone began playing a tune on her hurdy gurdy and I started to pick it up on mine. Then I realised that I was dreaming and would lose the tune if I didn’t wake up and hum it into my phone. That done, I duly learned the tune the next day on my hurdy gurdy. The title was a given.
Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Bunnell)
I wrote this after watching the documentary: No Other Land. The film was made by a Palestinian-Israeli collective and shows the destruction of the occupied West Bank’s Masafer Yatta by Israeli soldiers.
The Road to Blairgowrie (Bunnell)
The first time a song ever entered my life through a dream. I woke myself up to write down the words to the chorus and finished the rest of the song the following day.
The Angel (Bunnell)
Inspired by something I experienced when driving home after a gig late one night, along a country lane. I suspect I had begun to fall asleep when, in the swirling fog in front of my car, I thought I saw someone step out and I slammed on the brakes. Possibly just the fog creating images. But perhaps not.
Wind of Change (Bunnell)
Embracing the changing seasons.
Silence (Bunnell)
Inspired by the still, silent, atmosphere inside a stone cottage built in Ryedale in the 18th century.
Teaching a Ferret to Dance (Bunnell)
On learning that I kept rescue ferrets, and that the French Savoyards trained marmots to dance while the hurdy gurdy was being played, someone asked if I could do the same with a ferret. I wrote this song in response.
Dance of the Ferret (Bunnell)
This tune sprang to life the minute I’d finished writing the song.
Toni Bunnell: Vocals, guitar, fiddle, Appalachian dulcimer, hurdy gurdy
Recorded and mastered by Isaac MacInnis at Crooked Room Studio, York
© Toni Bunnell 2026
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