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about

In 1997 I moved from the banks of the River Spey to the fourteenth floor of the Red Road Flats in Springburn. I was born in Glasgow and had visited the city periodically over the years, the Garden Festival in ‘89 and City of Culture in ‘90 being particular highlights. I remember the buildings being black. I remember being jostled by the people on Buchanan Street. I remember the sound and the shoogle of the Clockwork Orange. I remember the people and their patter. I remember it like the first time I watched Blade Runner. I remember it like the first time I saw Billy Connolly.

Mostly I witnessed Glasgow from afar. On the telly it was a place full of humour: Francie & Josie, Naked Video and Rab C. Nesbitt. Taggart, bookended with Maggie Bell’s ‘No Mean City, was Glasgow’s darker side.

I heard the music, I even sang some of the songs; street songs, folk songs, mimicking Frankie Miller’s Tennent’s selling growl or howling along to City to City on long car journeys north. Yet I was so out of touch with the city’s music I didn’t know that Del Amitri bloke with the leather trousers off the telly was from Glasgow. Rab Noakes’ Standing Up introduced me to The Blue Nile and Michael Marra. I came round to The Bard of Dundee very quickly but I confess it was years before I understood the wonder of those four immaculate albums by The Blue Nile.

By ‘97 Glasgow was undergoing a kind of spring cleaning for the forthcoming City of Architecture. It was the gleaming champagne and red sandstone promised land. I was seventeen and about to enroll on the first ever BA in Scottish Music at the RSAMD. ‘Jock Hawk’s Adventures in Glasgow’ would be a good soundtrack for the next few years of my life in Glasgow, that or ‘Erin Go Bragh,’ a clueless country bumpkin falling in every pitfall the big smoke had to offer.

After graduation it never occurred to me to leave Glasgow. It became my home. I’ve been here for almost exactly twenty-one years to the release date of this album. I’ve lived all over the place, mostly in Dennistoun and Haghill, a year on North Street (above The Bon Accord), a year in Bridgeton, some time in Cathcart and I am now settled in Pollokshields. First I was staying here, then I was living here, now this is my home.

This album is for Glasgow and for the fantastic people I’ve met; unique formidable characters like Big Jim McKenna who told me before walking on stage one night that, “No-one wants to hear you singing your own fuckin* songs. Your sad fuckin songs about your boring fuckin life. They want to hear something they know. Maybe something about their home. Mix them up a bit.” He liked my songs though. He told me when I came off stage. He said I should learn that Hamish Imlach song. I fuckin did.

*In Glasgow swearing is considered a form of audible punctuation

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released October 13, 2017

Findlay Napier- Guitar, Vocals
Boo Hewerdine- High Strung Guitar, Piano
Donna Maciocia- Backing Vocals

Produced by Boo Hewerdine
Executive Producers Jennifer Haase and Peter Napier

Recorded by Chris Pepper at Motherlode Studio, Norfolk
Foley Recorded by Findlay Napier, Alasdair Pettinger, Stephen Quigley and Andy Gardner
Mixed by Chris Pepper at Saltwell Studio
Mastered by Paul Savage at Chem 19
Design by Martin Rowsell at Simply Marvellous Music
Cover Photo by Raymond Depardon, Magnum Photography
All other photos by Richard Crawford, Precious Productions

Findlay Napier plays a customised Moon 0003 guitar fitted with a Vanden Mimesis Kudos Blend pickup.

THANK YOU:
Gillian & Lucy Napier, Peter & Marie-Louise Napier, Boo & Audrey Hewerdine, Seonaid & Mark Daly, Donna Maciocia, Ben Adey, Chris Pepper, Emma Pollock, Sue Wilson, Julia Doogan, Karine Polwart, Eddi Reader, John Douglas, Celtic Connections, Rab Noakes, Martin Hadden, Euan Burton, Iain Thompson, Iain Sloan, Hamish Napier, Siobhan Miller, Louis Abbott, Kirsty ‘Cafe’ Fitzgerald, Bella Hardy, all at Moon Guitars, Simon Thoumire, Alice Marra, Chris Sherburn, Gail Cooke, Adam McNaughton, Eric Grant, Anne Neilson, Richey Carey, Jim & Maxine Soars, Roddy Hart, Ruth Hoffmann and finally all the folks on Facebook who suggested Glasgow songs. I always forget someone important. If I have forgotten you please write your name in this gap...

Thanks to all who contributed to the Glasgow album Kickstarter. Special honorable mentions to Alan Ritson, Robert Rhead, Gerry Weir, Mike Rawlins, Mike & Kirsty Shilson, Ken & Lizzie Hare and Neil Sutherland.

Findlay Napier plays a customised Moon 0003 guitar fitted with a Vanden Mimesis Kudos Blend pickup.

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Track Name: Young Goths in the Necropolis
Young Goths in the Necropolis Findlay Napier

Up there in the graveyard where all the weirdos go
I saw you making footprints in the freshly sprinkled snow
You trampled out a pentagram, arms wrapped about your chest
Through the spires to the islands you stared out to the west

Up there in the graveyard the city of the dead
You were lady mayor and I did everything you said
You summoned all the demons but none of them appeared
Snow melted in the afternoon, the magic disappeared

A genius of memory
We walked among the stones
I felt your fingers touching mine
I felt safe and free

When he wasn’t talking with the birds or ringing on his bell
St Mungo fished for salmon at the bottom of this hill
Here in the Necropolis, John Knox disapproves
Of all your shouting and your pacing and your god with horns and hooves

We waited on the bridge of sighs for you to check your phone
Your mother came to pick you up, then she drove you home
I walked up past the gravestones, looked back out to the west
I listened to the hoodie crows and wondered what comes next
Track Name: Wire Burners
Wire Burners Findlay Napier & Boo Hewerdine

It’s a regular nine to five
It’s the way that we survive
The only way to stay alive
Wire burners

You might see us on the street
But our eyes will never meet
You will never see us greet
Wire burners

How I came to be this way
I couldn’t care, all I can say
Tomorrow will be like today
And everyday

Followed a rainbow over the Clyde
To the fireplace on the other side
In plain sight is where we hide
Wire burners

Pushing trolleys through the town
With the scrap that we have found
Daylight ghosts that walk around
Wire burners

And I know this much is true
For wire burners old is new
But for the grace of God we’re you
Track Name: Marchtown
Marchtown Emma Pollock

Let’s walk down to Marchtown
Before it became home
To the soil not yet built on
And the factory gates
To the Lands of Westfield while they sit and they wait
For the breaking of new ground

No squalor in Marchtown
Where the sinners repented
To the station dismantled
Through the gate we reclaimed
From the bushes and trees on which we carved our names
With all limbs entangled

She lost the fight in spite of crossing palms with silver
And neither sister nor the bell and fish would save her
In defence of adulterous Queens
It’s goodbye to Marchtown

What have they done Marchtown?
They’ve crowded and cut you up
Pushing in the people till the sirens ring
Hands over their ears cause the walls are too thin
And change makes a strange sound

But I’m seeing signs that I’m losing my mind
Stuck in Marchtown It’s fine
Just not every day,
All this green, what a wonderful scene
But why is it that I only see red today?
Got to get away

In this pocket of plenty
I’m rescued from roaming
I have surely lost count of the houses I’ve known
But this one I count on cause this one is home
No more running on empty
Track Name: St Anthony's Digging a Hole
St Anthony’s Digging a Hole Findlay Napier

St Anthony stands shovel in hand
Unbroken ground lies before him
A forest of stones of long buried bones
St Anthony cuts off the turf

St Anthony passes the time of the day
Looks out on a landscape with love
He sees the things the end of life brings
St Anthony shovels out soil

He watches hearts break, he takes the strain
He waits till it’s all over
You don’t know how deep it gets
Till you work down in the hole
St Anthony’s digging a hole

So Anthony dreams of a box lined with lead
They’ll never forget about him
When the party has gone after he’s weighed them down
For the last time he fills in a hole
Track Name: Glasgow
Glasgow Julia Doogan

Streets get ready for another fight
Between the boys in blue and green and white
And they sing along to the same old songs
Saying one is right, the other is wrong
They want nothing more than the winning score tonight
The will scream and shout and they will drink on through the night

Oh Glasgow
I’m coming home

Wind it whistles all around
And through the streets up in the town
Past the ballroom and the boats
And the River Clyde as she flows
And the girls and boys they’re all out in force tonight
They will chance their arms for a shot of love at first sight

She don’t make no fuss about the places I have seen
She don’t care too much about where I’ve been
Track Name: Cod Liver Oil and the Orange Juice
Cod Liver Oil and the Orange Juice Ron Clark & Carl McDougall

Well oot o' the East there cam a hard man
Oh-ho, a' the way frae Brigton
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Went intae a pub and he cam oot paralytic
Oh-ho, VP and cider
Ah-ha, what a hell of a mixture
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Does this bus go tae the Dennistoun Palais?
Oh-ho, I'm lookin' fur a lumber
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

In the dancin' he met Hairy Mary,
Oh-ho, the flooer o' the Gorbals
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Aw noo Mary, are ye dancin'?
"Oh no, it's just the way I'm staunin'"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well then, Mary, yer one in a million,
"Oh-ho, so's yer chances!"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well then Mary, can I run ye hame?
Oh-ho, I've got a pair of sandshoes,
"Ah ha-ha, ye're hell of a funny!"
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well, doon through the back-close, an' intae the dunny,
Oh-ho, it wasnae fur the first time,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Then oot came her mammy - she was goin' tae the cludgie,
Oh-ho, I buggered off sharpish,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Noo Hairy Mary's lookin' for her hard man,
Oh-ho, he's jined the Foreign Legion
Ah-ha, Sahara unner ra camels,
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Then Hairy Mary's had a little baby
Oh-ho, it’s faither's in the army
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Track Name: A Walk Across the Rooftops
A Walk Across the Rooftops Paul Buchanan & Robert Bell

I walk across the rooftops
I follow a broken thread
Of white rags falling slowly down
Flags caught on the fences

I walk across the rooftops
The jangle of St Stephen's bells
The telephones that ring all night
Incommunicado

The traffic lights are changing
The black and white horizon
I leave the quiet redstone
And walk across the rooftops

I walk across the rooftops
On graduation day
To look for independence,
Yeah!

The lights are always changing
The black and white horizon
I leave the redstone building
And walk across the rooftops
Track Name: There's More to Building Ships
There’s More to Building Ships Findlay Napier

There’s more to building ships than smashing champagne off the stern
Than royals and the crowds and the blaring of the horn
There’s someone counting pennies and there’s someone needs new shoes
And there’s someone up the pawn-shop buying back their weekend suit

There’s more to building ships than nostalgia, ache and pride
Of watching hulks slide down the dock and turn into the Clyde
There’s ten guys in the hospital, four men in the ground
And everyone worked there breathed that dust into their lungs
And everyone worked there breathed that dust into their lungs


There’s more to building ships than shaping steel into a hull
There’s labourers and managers, flying flags and fighting wars
From the draughtsman in the office to the man who welds the plate
Everyone among them should get fair and equal pay

It’s more than building ships it’s their every working day
They stand there on the dockside and they watch them sail away
There’s someone in the government who wants to make their name
They scupper it and cut it, and the unions take the blame
They scupper it and cut it, and the unions take the blame

They watch them sail away.
Track Name: The Locarno, Sauchiehall Street 1928
The Locarno, Sauchiehall Street 1928 Findlay Napier & Boo Hewerdine

Alex and Cecilia won in 1928
They were the perfect couple in the hall
When the music played it’s like their souls took wing
I could have sworn they floated six feet above us all
I’d do anything if I could win
But I am stuck with you

Locarno, Locarno
Where people come to dance
To get lost and to be found

I chose you for your childlike face, your red and rosy cheeks
Now you look like a butcher who’s been at all the beef
I don’t know why I bother, I thought it would be fun
But you only keep time when you beat the Pope off your bass drum
I’d do anything, to dance with him
But I am stuck with you

Locarno, Locarno
Where people come to dance
To get lost and to be found
Locarno Locarno
There’s only so much love to go around

I know they’re not married, if her husband only knew
I caught them in the cloakroom doing what young lovers do
But there’s no place for jealousy, when you’re dancing for a prize
How can they help falling into each other’s eyes
I’d do anything, to go home with him
But I am stuck with you
Track Name: King Kong’s Visit to Glasgow
King Kong’s Visit to Glasgow Michael Marra

Kong’s up in Red Road he wants to mend his ways
He’s using fist fulls of jumbo jets to wipe the tears from his face
And enter an angel with a shamrock on her thigh
And a liking for great big monkeys with tears in their eyes

And she said come and see the Celtic
You will love the way they play
But if this team is to flourish don’t kill McStay
She repeated to him pure don’t kill McStay

So he bumps into the floodlights the crowd begin to sing
Why don’t you take him to Ibrox we think he might blend in
And keep away from the People’s Palace with his big and clumsy ways
Come with me to The Perfect Beat but don’t kill Josef K
She repeated to him don’t kill Patrick Cane

The next thing he knows he’s a husband with a wife and children too
Now I’m a husband with a wife and kids and it’s all thanks to you
And he turned and he waved from a jumbo jet, a tear was in his eyes
Down there smiling was this little angel with a shamrock on her thigh
And he waved them all goodbye, he winked and waved them all goodbye
Track Name: The Blue Lagoon
The Blue Lagoon Findlay Napier & Boo Hewerdine

Down to Central Station
That’s my destination
My heart would soar like a child’s lost balloon
I fell in love in the Blue Lagoon

So I would queue there
And I’d spend my bus fare
Just in the hope that she’d notice me too
I fell in love in the Blue Lagoon

I was just a boy
Never caught her eye
Another fish to fry

From Thursday to Sunday
I would make my way
There’s nothing else that I’d rather do
I fell in love in the Blue Lagoon
… in the Blue Lagoon

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