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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
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Wire Burners
03:02
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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
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Marchtown
04:19
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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
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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
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Glasgow
03:44
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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The Blue Lagoon
02:25
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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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Findlay Napier Glasgow, UK
One of Scotland's finest songwriters. In 2021 he was nominated for Musician of the Year at the Scot’s Trad Music Awards and in 2018 he was the first solo act to be nominated for Live Act of the Year. Described as Micheal Marra meets Elvis Costello, a Caledonian Loudon Wainwright or a Scottish James Taylor this master storyteller's songs are full of earthy humour, hopeless love and biting satire. ... more
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