1. |
Auld Reikie
03:43
|
|||
|
Auld Reikie
Lyrics by Robert Fergusson
(fragment)
Auld Reikie, wale o’ ilka Town
That Scotland kens beneath the Moon;
Where couthy Chiels at E’ening meet
Their bizzing Craigs and Mous to weet;
And blythly gar auld Care gae bye
Wi’ blinkit and wi’ bleering Eye:
O’er lang frae thee the Muse has been
Sae frisky on the Simmer’s Green,
Whan Flowers and Gowans wont to glent
In bonny Blinks upo’ the Bent;
But now the Leaves a Yellow die
Peel’d frae the Branches, quickly fly;
And now frae nouther Bush nor Brier
The spreckl’d Mavis greets your ear;
Nor bonny Blackbird Skims and Roves
To seek his Love in yonder Groves.
Then, Reikie, welcome! Thou canst charm
Unfleggit by the year’s Alarm;
Not Boreas that sae snelly blows,
Dare here pap in his angry Nose:
Thanks to our Dads, whase biggin stands
A Shelter to surrounding Lands.
Now Morn, with bonny Purpie-smiles,
Kisses the Air-cock o’ St. Giles;
Now some for this, wi’ Satyr’s Leesh,
Ha’e gi’en auld Edinburgh a Creesh:
But without Souring nocht is sweet;
The Morning smells that hail our Street,
On Stair wi’ Tub, or Pat in hand,
The Barefoot Housemaids looe to stand,
That antrin Fock may ken how Snell
Auld Reikie will at Morning Smell:
|
||||
2. |
Feels like coming home
03:22
|
|||
|
Feels like Coming Home
Words and Music by
Rodger Lyall and Eddie Cairney
Verse 1
I’ve tried to find a way to lead this life of mine
I’ve been tryin’ hard to catch dreams all the time
I’ve been up and down the love line on my own
Now song writin’ feels like coming home
Verse 2
It’s really hard to travel on your own
Chasing fortunes round every stone
But even when I sometimes get the urge to roam
Songwritin’ feels like coming home
Chorus
Songwriting feels like coming home
I have travelled this road
Now the end is in view
When you feel inspired
You have to write a line or two
Then the feeling it becomes a brand new song
Songwriting feels like coming home
With the joy that it will bring
As every note begins to sing
Cause songwriting feels like coming home
Verse 3
Maybe someday soon I’ll learn to travel free
Happy just to be that guy that’s me
And even when I’m lonely on my own
Writing songs will feel like comin’ home
Verse 4
Like finding something new at every turn
Like hearing the sound of a tumbling burn
A piece of you that’s there to be your very own
Writing songs feels like coming home
Chorus
Songwriting feels like coming home
I have travelled this road
Now the end is in view
When you feel inspired
You have to write a line or two
Then the feeling it becomes a brand new song
Songwriting feels like coming home
With the joy that it will bring
As every note begins to sing
Cause songwriting feels like coming home
Songwriting feels like coming home
Songwriting feels like coming //
Home
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
Barren land and fertile women
Verse 1
A man from the land of the rowan tree
Made verses of elegance and grace
Life was never that easy for him
He never passed a pretty face
Verse 2
His daddy was a farmer and so was he
His heart was in another place
He never made a farmer no siree
His weakness was a pretty face
Chorus
Barren land and fertile women
Was the curse that followed him around forever
Though his pen was great there was no escape
From barren land and fertile women
Verse 3
A man who was the property of the world
At time the bottle was his only friend
His mind was strong but his flesh was weak
His passion never could pretend
Verse 4
Many long hours behind a heavy plough
Broke his back and killed his pace
At 37 he was dead and gone
At last he’d found his peace
Chorus
Bridge
The women he knew he loved them all
They all gave him many children
But the seed he planted in the ground
They rarely fired his passion
Chorus
Chorus
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
Sun go down on the Atlantic
Verse 1
Mearns is where I’ll be
When I greet the Sun from the North Sea
Then I’ll pack up my things
And I’ll go to the west
Watch the Sun go down on the Atlantic
Refrain
Safe in heather with stars above
I need no more to make me complete
In the mountains I feel as one
I ask no more than to be free
Verse 2
Fife is where I’ll be
When I greet the Sun from the North Sea
Then I’ll pack up my things
And I’ll go to the west
Watch the Sun go down on the Atlantic
Refrain
Verse 3
Lothian’s where I’ll be
When I greet the Sun from the North Sea
Then I’ll pack up my things
And I’ll go to the west
Watch the Sun go down on the Atlantic
|
||||
5. |
The committee
01:04
|
|||
|
The committee
The horse is a wonderful beast
And it’s common knowledge at least
That although it’s shy and timid
It’s patience has a limit
Can a committee build a road
Can a committee build a hoose
Can a committee mak’ a poem
Can a committee write a song
Nae disrespect tae the camel
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
Glasgow weans and east coast storms
Verse 1
‘riving on the scene
in Glasgow’s darkest years
her spirit shining through
a star to all her peers
Verse 2
choosing joinery
while painting worlds of strife
teaching wasn’t her
she had her hands on life
Bridge 1
a child of her time
one of the greatest of
tracing back a line
to Turner and Van Gogh
Chorus 1
she painted weans in Glasgow slums
in their honesty
and she never glorified an inch
with her brush she captured them
and preserved them for all time
and by doing so she made her mark
Verse 3
Joan she had a passion
to capture life in the raw
with her brush and easel
she painted what she saw
Verse 4
waves and breaking surf
isn’t for the frail
especially when you’re painting
in the teeth of a force nine gale
Bridge 2
on that north sea coast
she could lose herself in time
amid the primal force
in the bay of Caterline
Chorus 2
she painted rocks and snow and sea
in their honesty
and she never glorified and inch
when the storm began to blow
she would pack her things and go
to the north sea coast of Caterline
Chorus 3
she painted weans in Glasgow slums
in their honesty
and she never glorified an inch
when the storm began to blow
she would pack her things and go
to the north sea coast of Caterline
|
||||
7. |
The last train south
03:14
|
|||
|
The last train south
Verse 1
Weak from exhaustion
Worn down by the pain
Wracked by the cancer
No respecter of fame
Verse 2
Friends they all gathered
At Stonehaven to
Say their last farewells
To a painter they once all knew
Refrain 1
This will be the last train south
For a shell of a woman
With life all but gone
Verse 3
There on the good days
Back when times were fine
A young vibrant artist
Came to Caterline
Verse 4
Joan put that village
On the map of the world
She painted the wild seas
She painted the fields of gold
Bridge
But life can be taken from us
At any time
Without any warning
It will cut down the good and gifted
Verse 5
Out in the real world
Where money is fun
A Joan Eardly painting
Will make you a ton
Verse 6
But Joan was a painter
Who lived hand to mouth
And now she is dying
And this is the last train South
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
Michael Marra’s visit to Arbuthnott Hall
The day was as cauld as a Scottish Spring
When thought the door came a songwriting painter
He said “my name’s Mick” as he stepped up tae the mat
And he asked for a coffee as black as ee’s hat
He said “is this a Roland; it looks no bad”
But the sound that it made was a load o’ auld wad
But never the less he did his best
Which was a hundred times better than a’ the rest; o’ us
One o’ us stood up and said “a’ canna write cause I’ve got writer’s block and that’s nae joke”
Mick said “I dinna go along wi’ a’ that stuff cause I’ve never heard o’ welder’s block and I’ve been around for a long long time”
So the fella sat doon and said “a well I suppose that’ll be fine”
So we a’ sat there fair mesmerised
Hae’n this Dundee legend right in front o’ oor eyes
He said cheerio we thanked him one and all
Wi’ ee’s genius songs still rattlin’ round the hall
|
||||
9. |
Dear Mick
02:42
|
|||
|
Dear Mick
Verse 1
Born intae Lochee back in 1952
A very good year for the profession
Destiny picked him oot as one honest and true
Sent doon tae teach us a’ a lesson
A man that was taller than his height in feet and inches
He let us see there’s mair tae life than bein’ a bunch o’ grinches
Seeing the bigger picture through an artist’s eye
Mick taught us how to take wings and fly
Chorus
Dear Mick we miss you so
Wi’ yer stories frae the heart and yer sangs frae the soul
Ye telt it how it wiz right aff the wall
You put Dundee intae Africa and a Princess by the coal
Verse 2
Tried oot the pop star stuff but it was never him
He did’nae hae the gift tae be that shallow
So the lad frae Lochee turned aroond and came back home (him)
He kent it was his heart he had to follow
Some dae words and some dae tunes but the ither’s a leap o’ faith
Mick had a’ the tricks there wiz ‘and he could dae them baith
Now when there’s new folk in St. Peter reads a statement
“We’ve now got Michael Marra on entertainment”
|
||||
10. |
Heart of Angus
02:18
|
|||
|
Heart of Angus
Verse 1
On the braes o’ Dunichen
We fought tae save oor freedom
On the banks o’ Brothock Burn
We penned oor destiny
Here is the hame tae folk like
Buick, Shanks and Ingles
They could be you or me they’re Angus folk
Chorus
Wash oot the basin an’ head ow’r tae Isla
Walk in the footsteps o’ Kirrie’s ain bard
Feast on a bridie invented in Forfar
Scotland was born in the heart of Angus
Verse 2
Land o’ the Jacobite
And resting place o’ Graham
We’ve had oor ain fair share
O’ intrigue and pain
Land o’ the neeps and tatties
Barley oats and smokies
Cam forth frae Angus land
Mak munny muckle meal
Chorus
|
||||
eddie cairney Scotland, UK
Eddie Cairney is one of the country's most prolific songwriters and Scotland's best kept songwriting secret with 99 albums to date and another 100 plus in the pipeline. He has written new music to almost all of Robert Burns works totalling over 900 new songs. He writes in a great many genres, from folk to orchestral. He is also one of Scotland's most accomplished rock/blues piano players. ... more
If you like eddie cairney, you may also like:
Mind, Man, Medicine
by The Secret Sisters
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation.
go to album
More contemplative folk from the Minnesota singer-songwriter, sustained by raw full-band arrangements and philosophical lyrics.
go to album
Irish singer-songwriter Oisin Leech's acoustic folk music is characterized by its muted beauty and intimate, solitary quality.
go to album
Various Artists - Gaza Calling
by Nuovo Canzoniere Partigiano
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 15, 2024
go to album
Space Bath
by Sami Freeman, feat. James Jackson, Beaunoise, Mia Pixley
A gorgeous journey through a kaleidoscopic array of sonic approaches melted together that feels old and new at the same time.
go to album
Ship To Shore
by Richard Thompson
The legendary Richard Thompson's new solo album exemplifies his many musical paths, from pop and cabaret to jazz to traditional folk.
go to album
Sparkling and knotty indie rock from this Australian group with interlocking guitars and shifting rhythms.
go to album
