FERGUS McCREADIE & MATT CARMICHAEL

"LIVE AT THE USHER HALL, EDINBURGH"

 

                                             

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-AM--U66GE

 "TOTES LES FLORS"

ROGER MAS

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmOE30M4WOw&list=PLQV1V6xyRqS-95koPZ0OcPZonMRq0l0Ms&index=3
 

Hi havia una vegada
Una nena bonica
Que tenia en un sac
Totes les flors

I caminava lenta
Anava a les palpentes
I escampava pel bosc
Les seves flors

Totes les flors, totes les flors
Totes les flors, totes les flors

I anava al seu darrere
Una nena dolenta
Que saltava amb delit
Sobre les flors

Ningú no la mirava
S'ho feia tota sola
La mateixa que, abans
Escampava flors

Totes les flors, totes les flors
Totes les flors, totes les flors
Totes les flors, totes les flors
Totes les flors, totes les flors

Totes les flors, totes les flors
Totes les flors, totes les flors
Totes les flors, totes les flors
Totes les flors, totes les flors

Diruran, Diruran, dirureru dirureru
Dirurerureru dan

 "PRIMAVERA TRAÏDORA"

ROGER MAS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CW0XjCkKIQ&list=PLQV1V6xyRqS-95koPZ0OcPZonMRq0l0Ms&index=8

 

Es tornassola per la finestra
un feix de llum, el record d’una festa.
Cau la vergonya de perdre el nord,
la compostura enmig de la palestra.

Però quan se sent sonar l’orquestra

no pots parar, no, de moure la testa.
Té una resposta per a cada acord
el geperut que picava amb la destra.

Ho veus? Tot és verd i els ocells canten,

les granotes exploten de gràcia.
I tu t’ho mires embadalida
però tu no pots esclatar d’alegria.

Sembla que aquí res no s’assossegui,
ve el guitarrista, s’acosta i et mira,
amb els dits enfila un fraseig fulgurant,
l’ampli trontolla, sembla que llampegui.

El músic cau de l’escenari,

queda penjat amb el cable que estira.
La gent fa un crit, espaterrant,
mort, qui t’ha mort? Fes-me’n l’abecedari!

Ho veus? Tot és verd i els ocells canten,

les granotes exploten de gràcia.
I tu t’ho mires embadalida
però tu no pots esclatar d’alegria.

 "PARALLEL"

ANNA MIEKE 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZ7l8FOveC0

 Soon, we’ll find
A mothering wall to rest our backs on
A gathering storm to set our sights on

Turn our cheek to a stolen ground
Watch it waste, watch it spiral down

So you sit, eyes are wide awake
Sleep it rests out of reach again

Parallel lines
Closing in
Paralysed I
Fall too soon

Soon, we’ll find
A mothering wall to rest our backs on
A gathering storm to set our sights on

Slip away the dark will hide you
In between a fading silhouette

Paper thin, these walls are caving in
Winter waits to reel us in again

Parallel lines
Closing in
Paralysed I
Fall too soon

 "IDLE MIND"

ANNA MIEKE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9K_SQedLPw

 Strange talkings I have heard
Strange warnings I've been told
By whom

Made a bed of rain to cradle you
Wrapped in words to keep you warm

Side by side, in the night we lie
Must you hold your tongue, dear friend of mine

Once we were and twice we came
And the following wind couldn’t catch our names

Take the lead with your marching feet
Gathering speed with every word you speak

Oh marching feet

For I have held a troubled dream
Traced the tracks of this well-worn theme

Idle mind Idle eyes
A heavy heart I’m sure to find

For every silent mind a silent shout
Mark my words a secret sound by whom by whom by whom

Leaves me cold inside, leaves me cold inside...

Oh idle mind

 "THE MOWER"

PHILIP LARKIN

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found   

A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,   

Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.   

Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world   

Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.

The first day after a death, the new absence   

Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind   

While there is still time.

 "DEEP IN LOVE"

BONNIE LIGHT HORSEMAN

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeN7-uW55A4

 

Down in the valley, the first of May
Gatherin' flowers, both fresh and gay
Gatherin' flowers, both red and blue
How little thought of what, what love could do

Don't you break my heart
Don't you break my heart

I put my hand in, to the bush
Finding the sweetest, sweetest rose
I pricked my finger deep to the line
And left the sweetest rose, sweetest rose behind

Don't you break my heart
Don't you break my heart

Saw a ship sailin' on the big blue sea
She sailed as deep as, deep as she could be
But not so deep in, in love as I am
I cannot whether I, I sink or swim

Don't you break my heart
Don't you break my heart

Thousands and thousands, all on this Earth

"HORS D'OEUVRES"

ROY HARPER 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFGLhBxjq1g

The judge sits on his great assize
Twelve men wise with swollen thighs
Who never ever told no lies
Whose minds were ever such a size
Whose lives were ever such a prize
Whose brains bred answers just like flies
Whose answers stalked their thoughts like spies
Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies
To rip a hole clean between two eyes
That never ever wore disguise
And never ever saw blue skies
Who quickly lived now slowly dies
Who closed unopened otherwise
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think
The critic rubs his tired arse
Scrapes his poor brains, strains and farts
And wields a pen that stops and starts
And thinks in terms of booze and tarts
And sits there playing with his parts
He says I'm much too crude and far too course
And he says this singer's just a farce
He's got no healing formulas
He's got no cure-all for our scars
He's got no bra-strap for our bras
And our sagging tits no longer hold a full house of hearts
And you know what? I don't think this little song's gonna make the charts
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think

 "LEGEND"

ROY HARPER 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiWQCw6ydnU

I heard the song birds singing in the trees above my bed
In the valley of the shadow of the sea of living dead
I see the same old smells aboard my ship of shapelessness
Meandering suspended in amorphous tastelessness

I hear the happy people striking down their matchless road
The false teeth and the cologne partly sharing half the load
I know I cannot ask them so I leave their eyes to say
I know the way to Mount Street, but I just don't know the way
I see the hollow buildings hanging in the winter sun
Throwing empty shadows that hide the hollow men
The world just isn't real it's built on endless timeless time
On land marks in the desert wastes of multicoloured crime

The maps stuck in the tube trains will tell you where're you going
They'll also tell you pratically everything worth knowing
So if anybody asks me I'd say "take a few salt sodas"
If you don't you stand the dirty chance of dying stone cold sober

And as I hear you breathing life's last distant compliment
I know I can't have said much of what I really ment
The sky desolates the sky and the snowflakes face to face
And everything is just everything because everything just is

 "GOLDFISH"

ROY HARPER 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiZPLMtEBDY

Little goldfish in your bowl
I've dug you all day long
Yellow scales arising
Through the ceiling of my song

Little bee sat on your flower
A-swaying in the breeze
Funny little furry voice
A-buzzing through the leaves

Little bird sat upon your twig
Your sounds ring through my ears
We can reach the sunrise
Through the morning's hopes and fears

Crazed blue-eyed starry-minded
Fluffly little ball
Oh little baby on my knee
I love you most of all

 "OCTOBER THE TWELFTH"

ROY HARPER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdV2CHRgT3E

Why throw flowers on my grave when I'm dead?
Why paint pictures of with the blood that I shed
Why try to copy any word of what I said
When I hated you all when I was living

Why do I waste time trying to create
Why do I still try to communicate
When you do nothing save coagulate
Making bad pretenses of pretending

Why do just sit around counting the days
Why do you act in so many fickle ways
Why does it take all your types to make this world rotate
When almost all of you are hardly breathing?

And who can tell me what religion is for?
And which idiot thinks that a religion is any more
Than just another product of that same religious soul
That flows through time as through a retching body?

How can you ban the bomb
Without first you ban the war
How can you ban the war
Without first you ban the peace
Why does someone talk of peace and someone else of war
When each one is a product of the other 

And how many immortals did you ever see
And how many gods do you think there can be
And how much leaning post do you need before you find the tree
Is dead and just about to fall upon you

How'd you go through living without seeing yourself
And how can you see yourself by searching someone else
And keeping someone's nightmare of a place he labeled hell
Not knowing how to live life without fearing

You teach the children fear to gain some easy applause
Instead of teaching fact you feed them all on Santa Claus
Slowly their poor minds are disillusioned by your laws
Is goodness hard to come by without lying

Why do I sit here and sing you this song
Why have I worried about people for so long
I think you're all right and it's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living

Why do I sit here and sing you this song
Why have I worried about people for so long
I think you're all right and it's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living

I think you're all right and it's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living

And I hated myself when I was living

And I hated myself when I was living

And I hated myself when I was living

 "MY FRIEND"

ROY HARPER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTkUBmJtuww

So now you tell me that you're leaving, my friend
And I can but leave you
Into your world blowing
There isn't time to say goodbye
Nor would I ever wish to

You brought me a very many good dreams, my friend
And I'll smile beside you
For I know I saw you
The two halves of our spinning mess
Covering our laughter

And time may spread it's woven whirlwind, my friend
Far beyond our hearing
Through eternal raging
And yet I hear our voice of love
Above the loudest madness

So now you tell me that you're leaving, my friend
And I can but leave you
Fare you well
Fare you well
We'll meet again along those paving stone
Patterns of our living

And was it gold or is it silver, my friend?
I can hear you crying
Through the mist you stumble
And when you've taken that last sun
We'll watch it in the darkness

 

"WHEN AND OLD CRICKETER 

LEAVES THE CREASE"

ROY HARPER 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vy-WU7RPxEw

 

When the day is done and the ball has spun in the umpires pocket away
And all remains in the groundsman's pains for the rest of the time and a day
There'll be one mad dog and his master, pushing for four with the spin
On a dusty pitch with two pounds six of willow wood in the sun.

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at silly Mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John with a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee and it could be the sting in the ale, the sting in the ale.

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, well you never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at silly Mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John with a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee and it could be the sting in the ale, the sting in the ale.

When the moment comes and the gathering stands and the clock turns back to reflect
On the years of grace as those footsteps trace for the last time out of the act
Well this way of life's recollection, the hallowed strip in the haze
The fabled men and the noonday sun are much more than just yarns of their days.

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, well you never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at silly Mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John with a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee and it could be the sting in the ale, the sting in the ale.

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, well you never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at silly Mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John with a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee.