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| Glen Valtos By Train Crowded station filled with carryouts Trains-a-comin’ the Station Master shouts It’s the last train home on a Friday night Cross the moors with the driver tight Steam and fire from the engine blast Through the night past the Achmore mast Heading home in the saloon car Travelling west on rails not tar Last train home Going straight across Last train home Through Glen Valtos Take the bridge that goes cross the Grim Past the poachers where the light is dim Morsgail Junction and the Gisla Halt To the Glen with the seismic fault Piston’s scraping with a warning blast On our side cos the train has crashed We all got killed which was a pain All aboard the Glen Valtos ghost train Last train home Going straight across Last train home Through Glen Valtos |
| Beyond the Cattle Grid They kept the maws out of here now they know they cant get near Rubhachs niseachs lochies too beyond the cattle grid siarachs hearachs marag dubh beyond the cattle grid They kept the maws out of here now they know they cant get near Rubhachs niseachs lochies too beyond the cattle grid siarachs hearachs marag dubh beyond the cattle grid There to keep the sheep out thats what they did but they also kept the maws out beyond the cattle grid Rubhachs niseachs lochies too beyond the cattle grid siarachs hearachs marag dubh beyond the cattle grid |
| Wind Harvest Blow winds and turn the blades Make power for the people Stretching up to catch the wind As high as Martins steeple The wind has always been around Helped shape our barren features Foamed the sea and filled the sail Whilst catching fishy creature And now they’ve come to capture you And harvest with a blade Spinning on the windswept moor Machines that’s Arnish made |
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Giraffic Park |
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| Scalpoch Armada Its after dark, the sky is clear, I’m trying to get back home, I’m captain of a galleon, Sailing through these lands unknown The English are in hot pursuit, Their fleet is close I fear, But here’s a sheltered inlet, So I’ll drop my anchor here. Chorus It’s an unfair wind that’s blown me here, Lost in this land for 500 years. Th e day has come, the wind has died, My ship has gone aground I’ll have to wait 500 years Till the bridge across the Sound I’ll wait upon the shoreline And looking out to sea No more to sail the Spanish Main Till the bridge has come to be |
Dead Roddy and Roddy |
| Beyond a Joke Early morning in a cab again To the station gonna catch a train No train running cos the track is broke This journey home is getting beyond a joke Stuck in Glasgow need some time to think Gonna have to take a Citylink Ticket queue has got a hundred folk This journey home is getting beyond a joke Get a seat as the sun beats down One way ticket outta Glasgow town Change at Perth, good job I woke This journey home is getting beyond a joke Up the A9 but the going is slow Stuck at lights then a contra-flow Sun is hot I could do with a coke This journey home is getting beyond a joke At last we make it and the brakes go on Glad to see that the ferry ain’t gone Hope its calm so I don’t have to boke This journey home is getting beyond a joke |
| Rampant Thrust Twelve noon and the sky is bright Your castles waiting with its doors shut tight Cross your drawbridge on a dragon flight I’m comin’ in, you know its right Your big portcullis keeps the foe at bay But it’s getting rusty, needs some oil today So let me in, it’ll be okay Just make sure that you don’t say nay With a rampant, a rampant thrust I’ll break your door down You know I must Like a wind That’s more than a gust With a rampant, A rampant thrust I’m a warrior, baby, can’t you see I’m coming in and I don’t need no key You cannot run there’s no place to flee I gotta hunger and I ain’t had my tea My sword and armour got a healthy shine Not much longer and you will be mine Your ramparts’ll fall in next to no time Cos my ram is made from solid pine |
| Bone Idle Once we were quite busy, wrote new songs all the time had new albums and concerts too, time to do something new cos we're lazy bone idle, don’t do nothing no more. We're so lazy and we're running out of time. The Deadollac sent us Cubase, had to buy a p.c. to use it wrote some words and lots of music, now its time to use it.. ..cos we're lazy bone idle, don’t do noyhing no more. We're so lazy and we're running out of time We're rushing to finish, finish this song We're rushing to finish, finish this song We're rushing to finish, finish this song We're rushing to finish, finish this song |
| The Woodcocks Antlers An Instrumental Noodling |
| Mingeeta I go down to the valley As darkness descends I lay my head down By the warm scented water I drink from the stream In the silence of night Under the stars Taste the warmth of the water I feel the ground tremble As waves pass around Back to the shore From the warmth of the water The night is so still And the darkness complete At last to sleep By the dark scented water. |
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