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Dornie
03:31
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I’m standing by the riverside, the valley reaches for a sky
Of early morning blue and clouds of grey
Giant hills like guardians proud, sentinels of souls unbowed
By history now greet this brand new day
See the wily oystercatcher foraging for food against the tide
While, graceful, like a ballerina, herron poses silent, dignified.
Across the water houses stand like children’s toys beneath the grand
Magnificence of mountains climbing high
Walls and fences look hand drawn illuminated by the dawn
Coloured by the tears of times gone by
There’s a seal cavorting just downriver, a flash of black, a sliver then he’s gone
Or, was it my imagination, an aberration for me to dwell on?
Swallows nesting in the eaves of houses picturesque that leave
Me overwhelmed by all the things I’ve seen
The castle, noble, on its island tells the legend of these highlands
The people and the places in between
Where the river meets the open ocean, a never-ending motion drifts on by
Hazy, on the west horizon I can see the distant hills of Skye
One day, I will return again, my absence just the blinking of an eye
For in this land of hope and sorrow, tomorrow will reveal the reasons why….
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Woe is me, oh, woe is me, whatever can I say?
I knew you only fleetingly - fal-de-rah-the-day
Mother Nature can be hard to treat us all so cruelly
For I am told that we have lost the old Wych Elm in Beauly…
There you stood, eight hundred years, while ages passed away
Kings and Queens, young lovers’ dreams - fal-de-rah-the-day
Beside the Priory standing tall, standing strong and surely
How can it be that we have lost the old Wych Elm in Beauly?
Of all the sights you must have seen, the words you heard men say
Everything that happens in a lifetime fades away
A haven for the singing birds, protecting them securely
How sad it is that we have lost the old Wych Elm in Beauly…
The oldest of your ancient kind beneath this Milky Way
Yet, what we are we leave behind - fal-de-rah-the-day
I feel the tears roll down my face upon my skin so coolly
I cannot quite believe we’ve lost the old Wych Elm in Beauly…
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Beautiful Thing
02:41
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THERE WERE TIMES I WAS CERTAIN OF LOVE I HAD FOUND
TIMES I FLOATED THROUGH MY DAYS, MY FEET ABOVE THE GROUND
LIFE FILLED WITH LAUGHTER, SONGS MADE TO SING
BUT I’D NEVER IMAGINED SUCH A BEAUTIFUL THING.
FROM THE MOMENT I SAW YOU I INSTANTLY KNEW
EACH HOUR THEREAFTER MY LOVE FOR YOU GREW
I’D BELIEVED ALL THE MAGIC OF FAIRIES AND KINGS
BUT I’D NEVER IMAGINED SUCH A BEAUTIFUL THING.
NOW YOU’RE A PART OF MY EVERY DAY
I HOPE WITHIN MY HEART THAT YOU WON’T GO AWAY
THOUGH LIFE’S FILLED WITH RAINBOWS AND BUTTERFLIES WINGS
I’D NEVER IMAGINED SUCH A BEAUTIFUL THING.
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4. |
The Dream
03:20
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It’s just gone half past two, I’m thinking about you
Here in my pyjamas in the snow
I was in the land of dreams, shattered now, it seems
By the fire alarm that pierced the silence just a while ago
Ah, the dream it was so real, I could smell you, I could feel
The softness of your body and your hair
Then I kissed you on the mouth things just headed south
Now I’m standing shivering in the streets of Aberdeen
With my two guitars, pyjamas and a dream…
I had stayed here once before who thought I’d be back for more
A little inn across from Duthie Park
How they like to advertise they have won some fancy prize
It must have been a while ago as far as I can see
Cos the light above the sink won’t turn on, not even blink
The heating comes on just two hours a day
But the fire alarm sure works now I’m standing like a jerk
Snow is falling round me like a winter Yuletide scene
With my two guitars, pyjamas and a dream…
Standing here and thinking about you
The day you chose to go away and leave me in the poo
Standing here and wondering what to do
As situations go this feels a bit catch-22
Coz, there’s no-one here at all, can’t believe I have to call
The fire brigade to end my misery
I have tried, to no avail, every call goes to voicemail
The numbers on the hotel brochure for emergencies
Now, the snow has turned to sleet and I wish I was asleep
Cosy, in my bed, dead to the world
But I know you’d find me there in your sexy underwear
Tormenting me forever like a scary, silent scream
Every time I close my eyes and start to dream
My very own sweet Mary Magdalene
Hair of gold and eyes of deep sea green
It could only happen here in Aberdeen…
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5. |
No More Tears
04:05
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No more tears upon these faces lined with pain
We are all cried out, there’s nothing left - our fate seems preordained
Deep down, our sorrow rages - burning, like the icy, autumn rain
Soon, winter’s dismal darkness will comfort us again.
There is really very little we can do about our plight
Ah! The young and zealous shake their fists - know only how to fight
While we, the old, the voiceless, huddle closely - to await the cruel night
In a world where no-one’s wrong - no-one’s right
Throughout man’s existence we have learned to lay the blame
On those whom we misunderstand; who may not look the same
In the name of God and decency, how many have we slain?
Now, let me hear the people say “Amen!”
Say, “Amen!”
Sometimes, I sit and dream of peace - sometimes, I feel a fool
As the madness thunders around me sitting here upon my stool
I consider, for a moment, our children might one day finish school
And make this world a better place for me and you.
A soldier pulls the trigger beneath a bright, blue sky
Reporters scramble, helpless, as they watch their colleague die
Her blood stains the sidewalk, shining, just like a stop sign
But, we will never see the end of war in our lifetime
No, we will never see the end of war in our lifetime
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Hope
03:20
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She hopes he thinks she’s pretty, he hopes she likes his car
He’s hoping for the back seat, she’s hoping to go far
She’s planning for the future, he’s a music man
They’re hoping for a miracle and they’ll catch one if they can.
She hopes that she’ll get pregnant, he hopes that he’ll get laid
She hopes to buy a house soon, he’s hoping he’ll get paid
He dreams of being a pop star, she knows just where she’s bound
They’re hoping for a miracle ‘coz there’s one here to be found.
She’s hoping for a little girl, he’s hoping for a boy
They’re hoping for a family filled with happiness and joy
She’s hoping for fulfilment, now that she is retired
He’s hoping for a hit song, tries hard to stay inspired
He thinks she’ll drive him crazy now her working days are through
They’re hoping for a miracle ‘cause they know that they come true
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7. |
For Owain
03:35
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Oh, how green was this valley, back when I was just a lad
We were not rich, we had no money; we cherished everything we had…
A few stone houses and a graveyard, a small post office and a church
Sometimes it’s hard for folk to understand how something small can mean so much
When nights are dark and cold and I am feeling old
I remember Capel Celyn
Trudging through the snow, little did we know
Cofiwch Dryweryn….
I paid the price for my transgression, I watched my whole life fall apart
Watched rooftops slip beneath the water, watched people die of broken hearts
No one plans to be the hero, nobody wants to go to jail
But if we fail to make our voices heard; who, then, will stand up for Wales
There’s something in my eye always makes me cry
When I think of Capel Celyn
Do we ever see or learn from history
Cofiwch Dryweryn….
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8. |
Peace of Mind
03:20
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Sunrise, it’s another day, my Queen is dead, what can I say?
So I wash my face and grab a cup of something meant to wake me up
Work’s a drag, it doesn’t pay; the mortgage, bills won’t go away
The taxman tries his best to rob me blind
While, I’m here searching for my peace of mind…
I have to catch that early train - the one that always brings the rain
I’m a lemming running for the edge, ma vie là, comme un sortilège
Maybe, I should get away, take a Thomson holiday
But, I know my MasterCard would be declined
So, I’m here searching for my peace of mind...l
Now, the priest is saying I should fight for everybody’s human rights
I wonder what that means for you and me
The cost of living rising fast, how long will this recession last?
I guess, we’re gonna have to wait and see…
Pollution, Greed and Refugees - am I responsible for these?
And this fear of missing out that keeps me wide awake when I should sleep
I am living in the afterglow of one more late night TV show
Or surfing through the heavens redefined
I’m just searching for my peace of mind…
Now, there was a time when I believed in Easter eggs and Christmas Eve
Fairy tales and nursery rhymes, movie shows and pantomimes
Nowadays I’m never sure of what I’m sure of anymore
And what I need might not be what I find
But, I’m still searching for my peace of mind…
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9. |
All The Good Men
03:39
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History seen
Through the eyes of the victor
Or the minds of the ruling class
What we are told
Is not always reality
Although it seems to be …
Many’s the man
Stood up for freedom
Just to be beaten down
By those who believe
History is theirs for the making
But, they are mistaken …
Chorus: Because no matter how they try
Our truth is stronger than their lies
And all the good men who have died
Live on, forever
They may treat us with disdain
Lock us up in ball and chain
But, like our hero, John MacLean
We will endeavour
Seditious crimes
Insubordination
Refusing to play their game
Lèse majesté
It’s not what it’s cracked up to be
Not to you and me …
Throw us in jail
Kill us like vermin
For loving our fellow man
Whatever the cause
We won’t fight in their stupid wars
They’re not worth dying for …
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10. |
Winter Streets
03:08
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I walk these winter streets beneath the frosty lights as cars go rushing by
The rain has turned to sleet, the trees are silhouettes against a threatening sky
As I pass the cemetery I hear the headstones beckon me
Every story etched in words of stone like buried memories
How I hate the cold, the snow, the wind that bites my face can’t stop my eyes from cryin’
Doesn’t matter what you know, this life’s a fragile place, believe me, we’re all dyin’
To be a better soul or a hero who brings changes
For hearts can be like coal, you’re always home alone with friends no more than strangers.
CH: I walk these winter streets lost in wild imagination
Crazy visions so offbeat like the echoes of my feet or words I’ve never spoken.
A coyote crossed my path, stood and stared at me with hungry, burning eyes
Does he hate me with a wrath that he and only he could hope to recognise
I wish that he would tell me everything I’ll never know
It’s all pointless, anyhow, like the sound of angels’ wings or the places I must go.
CH: I walk these winter streets lost in wild imagination
Crazy visions so offbeat like the echoes of my feet or words I’ve never spoken.
I walk these winter streets, beneath the hazy lights, the road is still and quiet
My thoughts feel bittersweet here in the dead of night I cannot quite deny it
While the city soundly sleeps wrapped in ignorant contentment
I’m no longer counting sheep I walk these winter streets and plead the fifth amendment…
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11. |
Going Down to Uddingston
03:09
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I’m going down to Uddingston, Friday night is here
Gonna find myself some music, gonna drink myself some beer
Forget about the politics, war in the Ukraine
The rising cost of living that is driving me insane
CH: Coz music thrills me, music fills my soul
Folk or country, blues or rock ‘n roll
We’ve had COVID, we’ve had BREXIT, we’ve had BORIS JOHNSON too
If things keep going pear shaped don’t know what I’m going to do
Insidious deceptiveness is fact when it’s well placed
Peddled as the honest truth, lied with a straight face
CH: But music thrills me….
They criticise my drinking, I am crucified, I’m cursed
When it’s really all this madness gives me such a crazy thirst
My worries disappear when I’ve got music my head
It’s easy to forget the monsters underneath my bed
CH: When the music thrills me….
Friday night in Uddingston can’t guarantee the sun
But, drinking beer and music always guarantees the fun
Words that rhyme to beats of time it’s just so mind-blowing
When I die I hope there’s music wherever I’m going..
CH: Coz music thrills me….
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Home
03:28
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Some say home is where we come from, some say home is where we’re bound
Some say home is where the problems start, where all our dreams are found
Some say home’s a childhood memory we have lost along the way
A thought that we hold on to just to make it through each day…
Some say home is love and laughter or a face that you once knew
An artist’s vague depiction of a frieze in black and blue
The smells of homemade cooking as they permeate the halls
The sounds of angry voices resounding through the walls…
Home is all of these things, I know that much is true
But my home would be nothing without you…
Some say home is bricks and mortar on a residential street
A cabin in the woods where shells and mortar keep the beat
The billowing of curtains in a window with a view
An old long playing record you once listened to…
Home is all of these things, I know that much is true
But my home would be nothing without you…
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The Journey
04:11
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All the queuing up has ended, no more waiting round in lines
I’m seated on the airplane though I doubt we’ll leave on time
I hear the aircraft whining, I can smell the kerosene
I’ll soon be winging eastward to my dream
Stressful early mornings and the getting there on time
I tell myself it’s worth it put my life upon the line
“Please, fasten up your seatbelts and put away your tray”
“We’ll soon be off”, I hear the purser say
Today, I’m on a journey to the blue Aegean Sea
Warm, idyllic islands this is where I long to be
Excitement, expectation, farewell, friends, so long
I’ll tell you all about it in a song
The engines roar like lions as the runway rushes by
Every window is a TV screen with views of earth and sky
My ears play pop the weasel the world outside grows small
Disappearing as the rain clouds hide it all
Hum drum droning monotone makes my eyelids heavy
The couple in row 16 are already on the bevvy
They’re coming round the cabin with their snacks and duty free
I’d pay anything for a lovely cup of tea
Today, I’m on a journey to the sunshine and the sea
To Skiathos and to Skopelos it’s where I wanna be
Excitement, expectation, farewell, friends, so long
I’ll tell you all about it in a song
See them standing by the runway with their cameras and phones
Looking for excitement just like Indiana Jones
And the green blue of the ocean shines like abalone
How can it be, I feel I’m coming home
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14. |
This Time
03:17
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This time I’m gonna make it, this time I will get by
Picking up the pieces of my life
The time that I have wasted, the weeks, the months, the years
A servant to the fears, the hate, the strife
But now, I know, it’s time for me to be
Free from all these chains of slavery…
Now, I’m gonna fly in the sky like an eagle
So regal so capable
It’s high time, this is my time
This time ...
Drowning in this sea of endless possibilities
My probabilities quite plain to see
Adrift in stormy waters, I was fighting to survive
Trying hard to stay alive, quite honestly
So, what I have to do is crystal clear
I’m gonna sing my songs and sail away from here…
And I’m gonna fly in the sky like an eagle
So regal so capable
It’s high time, this is my time
Yes, I’m gonna fly in the sky like an eagle
So regal so capable
It’s high time, this is my time
This time ...
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15. |
Dornie - Reprise
04:06
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Instrumental
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