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Ride the waves, fight the wind
That the blurs the line, between sea and sky
I shake this frost, from these tired wings
Beating hard, beating strong, over the sea
Rainbow arc, tall and proud
Spectral rays of glistening light
How good to breathe, to smell the earth
Sacred tree, stony field, so far away
I pray these wings will carry me
Give me strength to cross the sea
Won’t you cast some light to guide my way
Think of me, when I’m far away
By night I steer, celestial paths
Using maps of stars, to guide my way
By day I chase, horizon lines
Forever straight, endless flat
Through clear blue sky
Steely, blue light, distils blue to gray
Comes the dawn, at end of night
There is no sleep, in endless flight
Catching thermals, lost in sky, over the sea
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The Holy City
04:46
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In times of trouble we stand as one
No room for doubt when the time is short
But we must make haste using secret paths
Fly through the sky to where the river flows
And the young men speak
Through the barrel of a gun
Their tongues are forked spit metal rain
Sound no warning, sirens calling
Bad dreams of the blitz
Shown no pity Holy city
Having bad dreams of the blitz
Its an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Observe blackout at all times
Kiss your children to sleep
Place your gas mask by their bed
I see you crying but there’s no sound
A thousand tears fall on holy ground
Criss crossing lights climb up so high
Burning fires glow in the sky
Concussion seems like a dream
Deafens the blasts and mutes the screams
And we must fight as one
The Holy City’s time has come
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Little Darling
04:17
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Hey little darlin’
Hey little darlin’
Are you waiting for me
Are you waiting for me
Hey little darlin, see the summer sun
come shining upon your face
I’m so happy to be with you in this place
But we can’t be here for long
So savour it till we’re gone
I’m gonna rock n’ roll you right
through till the dawn
Could I just be dreaming
Where did those minutes go?
Lying here being tantalised by you
I’m drunk upon your potions
Blinded by your spell
Lying here being mesmerised by you
Sitting here I’m dreaming by a river far away
Staring at the white clouds
Cruise and disappear and there’s me and you
There’s just me and you
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4. |
The Tryst (Instrumental)
04:03
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Oil and Water
02:30
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Divided in two colours is the city where i live
Like when oil meets water, no quarter will they give
Around two squares of turf on the saturday
They swear and shout and chant away
Singing songs of the green and songs of the blue
Each side hates what the other side does
When they walk into their churches on the
And sing their praise to god
On a warm summer day you might
Hear the flute and drum
See a royal caravan that will stop you till it’s done
Tramping over town waving their proud history
Built on division hate and bigotry
They say it’s in the football like cancer in a man
Contaminates the young with a crazy masterplan
To use religion as a weapon of hate to hide a fear
Their pious institutions will die and disappear
From the trenches thay have dug, fixed
Immobile they remain
To defend their rights forever in a partnership of pain
Ask a bluenose in a collar or a tim in a crown
They’s rather fight and die and go to hell instead
So here’s top the orange order and the violence of the sash
To the holy place of worship with the
Guilt trips and the cash
Say 3 hail mary’s for salvation in a paradise of green
Drink to the royal colours raise your bowler to the queen
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Lost between sea and sky
03:24
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From the stormy shores of Scotland,
To the warm winds of the Gulf
On a passage to Jamaica,
For cotton, spice and snuff
40 sail and 200 hands,
Heaving in the swell
Set your course upon the stars,
And pray the winds blow well
My distant son
Where the trade winds blow
That’s where you’ll go
Lost between sea and sky
So she gets a little older,
Becomes a touch more frail
Until the ship comes in the harbour,
Then she feels that same old thrill
That night he dances with her
Like he’s never danced with her before
They go round and round
Like a spinning top birlin’ upon the floor
It takes four months to remember, and
Eight days to forget
Until the ship it leaves the harbour,
To where the distant sun must set
She pulls her scarf around her head, and
Stares out at his sea
Where defiant whitecaps framed on gray,
Scream their ecstacy
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Paddy's tune
01:57
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Thrill of the dance
04:37
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To the dancin’ we will go, To the dancin’ we will go
Go put on your best dress And wear your dancing shoes
I have waited so long For this moment to come true
We will walk the walk together, to the dancing we will go
To the dancin’ we will go To the dancin’ we will go
Go tell all your best friends And let your family know
Standing in a line As the music starts to play
We will walk the walk together, to the dancing we will go
To the dancin’ we will go To the dancin’ we will go
Round and round with your best dress on
Round and round we go
Dancing to a tune Written many years ago
We will walk the walk together, to the dancing we will go
To the dancin’ we will go To the dancin’ we will go
Dizzy on your sweet perfume For anyone to see
when that we must part Many years ahead from now
We will walk the walk together, to the dancing we will go
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Wood for Burning
04:55
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Beech-wood fires burn bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year;
Store your beech for Christmastide
With new-cut holly laid beside;
Chestnut’s only good, they say,
If for years ‘tis stored away;
Birch and fir-wood burn too fast
Blaze too bright and do not last;
Flames from larch will shoot up high,
Dangerously the sparks will fly;
But ash-wood green and ash-wood brown
Are fit for a Queen with a golden crown.
Oaken logs, if dry and old,
Keep away the winter’s cold;
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Fills your eyes and makes you choke;
Elm-wood burns like churchyard mould,
Even the very flames are cold;
It is by the Irish said;
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread,
Apple-wood will scent the room,
Pear-wood smells like flowers in bloom;
But ash-wood wet and ash-wood dry
A King may warm his slippers by
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Hedgehog song
03:01
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The hedgehog’s a funny wee fellow
Who keeps himself well out of sight
When he’s hungry and wanting a feast
You might see him about in the night
He keeps cockit his lugs when he’s guzzlin slugs
To the sound of the faintest foot fa’
When he’s chased by laddies or foxes or dugs
He’ll curl himself intae a ba’
He’s round as a barrel wi wee hairy legs
On his back is a hantle of thorns
That gies them that meddle a guid wheen mair flegs
Than any big bull with its horns
Like a big scotch thistle he calmly reclines
With the thocht who daur meddle wi’ me
When folks get fed up being jagged by his spines
And go off somewhere else for their tea
You might think the hedgehog is lucky
But would you ever feel at your ease
Not able to scratch when it’s yucky
A back that’s aye hoachin wi fleas
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11. |
The Tryst
04:03
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O luely, luely cam she in
And luely she lay doun:
I kent her by her caller lips
And her breists sae sma’ and roun’
A’ thru the nicht we spak nae word
Nor sinder’d bane frae bane:
A’ thru the nicht i heard her hert
Gang soundin’ wi’ my ain
It was about the waukrife hour
When cocks begin to craw
That she smool’d saftly thru the mirk
Afore the day wud daw
Sae luely, luely, cam she in
And luely wis she gaen
And wi’ her a’ my simmer days
Like they had never been
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Two of a kind
04:52
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Read to me a story
And carry me away
Carry me to where I want to go
To your place of peace,
So gentle and so calm
Your words tumble softly in my ear
The world spins faster every day
Easy to daydream precious time away
Looking back I must have been blind
Couldn’t see we are two of a kind
Eyes that hypnotize me
Catch me with surprise
Smiling as you turn to say hello
I see you in the morning
And at the end of day
Off to sleep when all the work is done
See the stars up in the sky
How they f licker and wave goodbye
Goodbye my love
Rolling round on the hands of fate
Clinging onto that swinging gate
You and I my friend
Two of a kind
Sticking to the end of time
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Neil Thomson Crieff, UK
Neil's writing is mainly but not solely inspired by his native Scotland. It's roots, people, tradition and natural
environment
provide inspiration for creating music in his own relaxed, gentle style.
He enjoys setting his music to traditional poems sung in Old Scots and in particular the poetry of Gerry Cambridge.
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