Blog: Stories and photos from Scotland Books: Dark and Romantic Books from Scotland Tendu: Dancing in the Castle (A Dancer’s Journey Book 1) When dance student Amalphia Treadwell embarks on a secret relationship with her charismatic new teacher, she has no idea of the danger that lurks in his school in …
A Highland lament From the river to the sea For the people of Palestine Who deserve to be free
I usually do not post music over a certain length, as people tend to prefer shorter tracks on a blog. I have made an exception with this Runrig song and chosen a longer version, over 8 minutes, because I consider it to be one of the most emotionally charged songs I have ever heard. Runrig …
When you realise, that this song is about a refugee, it makes more sense. I left my home still as a child I walked a thousand sorry miles To wait for my father, to gather up his tools He said my boy you’ve got to run Don’t wait for me, don’t wait for mum …
Winding your way down on Baker Street Light in your head and dead on your feet Well, another crazy day You’ll drink the night away And forget about everything This city desert makes you feel so cold It’s got so many people, but it’s got no soul And it’s taken you so long To …
Jock’s got a vote in Parochia Ten long years and he’s still got her Paying tax and and doing stir Worry about it later. And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold But it blows us good so we’ve been told Music’s food ’til the art-biz folds Let them all eat culture. …
“If we strive for an open and inclusive society where everyone is valued and respected, we need to leave this outdated and anachronistic institution behind.” ~ SNP MP Tommy Sheppard
The exiled Scot Is never free From the attachment To the land of their birth The heart can love Anywhere in the world, But the exiled soul Yearns for home The call of home, once a whisper Becomes louder every day I am not going home to die I am going home to live
When you’re not doing so well, vote for a better life for yourself. If you are doing quite nicely, vote for a better life for others. — Irvine Welsh (@IrvineWelsh) 2015
Ae* Fond Kiss Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights …
From the moment that I wake up To the very last the look in my eye Feels like Rush Hour All I need is some peace of mind And I’ll be satisfied At least for a while I can’t live with the pushing crowd I wanna run but I can’t hide In the rush hour …
Ordinary people are important to me Privileged self-entitled people are of no interest to me until they discover humility. I felt compelled to write about contrasting bits of news I read on Wednesday and Thursday. On Wednesday the band Deacon Blue received an award from a radio show for Scotland’s Greatest Song. The song is …
I seen this guy on a Saturday nightYou’re looking good yeah you’re shining brightI seen the girls in their high heeled shoesLooking for love they’ve got nothing to lose What happened through these yearsAll I feel is fear and doubtWhat happened to the confidenceI’m older now Where did it all go wrong, my love, …
Due to the COVID -19 pandemic, the band has been unable to practice or perform together for over four months. Piper Tim Hutchinson arranged “The Sound of Silence” for the pipes, including five harmony parts. Thirty band members recorded individual parts on their phones and it was merged into this final piece. Audio …
This song reminds me of growing up in Scotland and having friends whose names sounded foreign, but they were just the same as me. They spoke with the same accent as me and so did their parents. I do not know which generation before them landed in Scotland. It may have been their grandparents or …
The iconic Scottish band Runrig, which formed in 1973 in Skye, will be playing their final concert in Stirling next Saturday. All good things must come to an end. Hearts of Olden Glory There’s thunder clouds Round the hometown bay As I walk out In the rain Through the sepia showers And the photoflood …
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry! And I’ll give thee a silver pound To row us o’er the ferry!”– “Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy weather?” “O, I’m the chief of Ulva’s isle, And this, Lord Ullin’s daughter.– “And fast before her father’s men Three …
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