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The Kelpie.  Scottish folk/Carnival music.

The Kelpie

Written by KT Mulholland
Performed by KT Mulholland
Photograph by Kaley Rockerfella
Copyright All rights reserved 2015

Lyrics
I'm lookin down on my hometown
My minds messed up an i'm leavin now
I'm at the window, stuck where to go
I hear the wind blow, i'm at the crossroad
Maybe i'll head east, feel foreign sun
Find me a gypsy queen an have some fun
And leave you a letter, from me to you
And pack up my trunk and start anew

It ain't that far now, far as it seems
My Island of bohemia, my Island of dreams

I'll find me a place down by a lake
A little bolthole where I can escape
With towering gates, somewhere in Spain
A secret retreat with a maple lane
With emerald lawns where I can write songs
And i'll feed the ducks an i'll feed the swans
And on sunny nights i'll count my stars
Gaze into the sky's and smoke thick cigars

It ain't that far now, far as it seems
My Island of bohemia, my Island of dreams

I'll look back, in a nostalgic way
Through a misty vase from a circus fair
And i'll wander my mind, be stuck in times
Like a burst of stars when comets collide
Like the raging waves in high storm tides
I won't see the signs till the old bell chimes
And i'll smoke the rings till the circles burst
Till the years tick by in a cloud of dust

It ain't that far now, far as it seems
My Island of bohemia, my Island of dreams.

Copyright 2015 by KT Mulholland
All rights reserved

Island Of Bohemia

Down To The Sea (live rough demo)

This is the latest result on a project arranged by Kinton Smith on guitar, bass and drums, then over done by me. 

   In November, 1978 Jim Jones convinced over 900 followers to commit murder and/or suicide at their commune in Guyana. The audio excerpts are actual record of this event. 

                Jonestown

Gather, my brothers
Young women and friends
Set your eyes to the Eastside
And witness the end

Mothers cover your children
Keep them from in-between
Storm clouds on the horizon
Fill and darken this scene

The sky is falling!
The sky is falling!
Run for your lives!

Follow me sheeple
Through this back door of life
For the world I've been chosen
Only I give you light

The sky is falling!
The sky is falling!
Run for your lives!

Never stray away
I've been sent to direct you
From all the evil things
Unleashed upon the Earth
Believe it when I say
Only with me may you pass through
And experience the hand of love
Flowing through me
It passes through me

Jonestown (Collab w/ Four Thunders)

Glory Of Love

02 There Is A Time

04 The Light Of You

Me, The Summer And You

Broke My Heart Twice

Ohh Jah!!!

GRANDMOTHER RIDDIM

Written by KT Mulholland
Performed by KT Mulholland
All rights reserved 2016

Lyrics

There's a war comin' and you can't hide
Can't see their lies can't free your mind
There ain't no bombs in the sand or gold in their land
But here you now stand with a gun in your hand
An' I hope ya know who chose your fate
Coz the times too late now for you to escape
But they taught you to shoot through the howling trees
So wear your heart son around your sleeve.

Our land is our war, we don't fear what we're fighting for
Our land is our war, we don't fear what we're fighting for.

I'm loading my gun now an' won't you believe
Ragged strangers surround us I beg em' to leave
I'm ready to fight now like a growling bear
Coz it's our fight now and we're going nowhere
And in their homes and on their land
I see them standing, hand in hand.

Coz our land is our war, we don't fear what we're fighting for
Our land is our war, we don't fear what we're fighting for.

And now I must fight until the end
I cannot trust now my foe or friend
I've lost my senses, I've dodged the waves
I've crawled through trenches, we'll never be slaves
Are they plotting the scenes, for you and me
Come take my hand now an' feel your liberty.

Our land is our war, we don't fear what we're fighting for
Our land is our war, we don't fear what we're fighting for.

All rights reserved 2016

Our Land Is Our War

Robert Burns' withering assessment of the Scottish commissioners who voted for The Act of Union in 1707 gets The Delgados treatment.  

No doubt a high watermark for the struggling wordsmith...

The Complete BBC Peel Sessions

Parcel Of Rogues - The Delgados

This one cropped up last year, when there was much media coverage of the plight of refugees, and unbelievably, some who lacked compassion ...... I find it hard to understand - 

ONE OF A KIND

You hold the keys to
PANDORA'S BOX
Within which I placed my soul
So long ago.....
Your courage and your compassion lead you on
Your pain and self-doubt have you hobbled
You are trapped in a centrifuge of time
I am helpless 
You are the only one who can  release that energy
The box will open
All hell will let loose
We will discover we have wings
With which to fly
Across that ocean
And meet face to face
Heart to Heart
This is Leap Year 2016 and
A good place to start 




The Proposal (29/02/16 - Leap Year)

MINERVA

L IF E  (Invocation)

Lush Fecundity
Lush Fecundity
Unfurling Ceaselessly Yearning
Stretching Stretching
Launching into Life
Lush Fecundity
Lush Fecundity
Here I Am


L IF E - An Invocation!

A new song based on Sawney Bean.
Scottish Folk

Teeth Marks On Your Brain - Longshot Nelson and the Disjoints

Tam O' Shanter.  Short song made from the Robert Burns poem.  In the style of a children's Scottish folk song.


TAM O' SHATER - ROBERT BURNS


When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, 
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, 
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses 
For honest men and bonie lasses.) 

O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, 
As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice! 
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, 
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; 
That frae November till October, 
Ae market-day thou was nae sober; 
That ilka melder, wi' the miller, 
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; 
That every naig was ca'd a shoe on, 
The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; 
That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday, 
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. 
She prophesied that late or soon, 
Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; 
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, 
By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, 
To think how mony counsels sweet, 
How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, 
The husband frae the wife despises! 

But to our tale:-- Ae market-night, 
Tam had got planted unco right; 
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, 
Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely 
And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, 
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; 
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- 
They had been fou for weeks thegither! 
The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter 
And ay the ale was growing better: 
The landlady and Tam grew gracious,
wi' favours secret,sweet and precious
The Souter tauld his queerest stories; 
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: 
The storm without might rair and rustle, 
Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. 

Care, mad to see a man sae happy, 
E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy! 
As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, 
The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: 
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious. 
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! 

But pleasures are like poppies spread, 
You sieze the flower, its bloom is shed; 
Or like the snow falls in the river, 
A moment white--then melts for ever; 
Or like the borealis race, 
That flit ere you can point their place; 
Or like the rainbow's lovely form 
Evanishing amid the storm.-- 
Nae man can tether time or tide; 
The hour approaches Tam maun ride; 
That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, 
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; 
And sic a night he taks the road in 
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. 

The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; 
The rattling showers rose on the blast; 
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd 
Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd: 
That night, a child might understand, 
The Deil had business on his hand. 

Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg-- 
A better never lifted leg-- 
Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire;
Despisin' wind and rain and fire. 
Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; 
Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; 
Whiles glowring round wi' prudent cares, 
Lest bogles catch him unawares: 
Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, 
Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.

By this time he was cross the ford, 
Whare, in the snaw, the chapman smoor'd; 
And past the birks and meikle stane, 
Whare drunken Chairlie brak 's neck-bane; 
And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, 
Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; 
And near the thorn, aboon the well, 
Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.-- 
Before him Doon pours all his floods; 
The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; 
The lightnings flash from pole to pole; 
Near and more near the thunders roll: 
When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, 
Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; 
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; 
And loud resounded mirth and dancing. 

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! 
What dangers thou canst make us scorn! 
Wi' tippeny, we fear nae evil; 
Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!-- 
The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, 
Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. 
But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd, 
Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, 
She ventured forward on the light; 
And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight 

Warlocks and witches in a dance; 
Nae cotillion brent-new frae France, 
But hornpipes, jigs strathspeys, and reels, 
Put life and mettle in their heels. 
A winnock-bunker in the east, 
There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; 
A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, 
To gie them music was his charge: 
He scre'd the pipes and gart them skirl, 
Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.-- 
Coffins stood round, like open presses, 
That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; 
And by some develish cantraip slight, 
Each in its cauld hand held a light.-- 
By which heroic Tam was able 
To note upon the haly table, 
A murders's banes in gibbet-airns; 
Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; 
A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, 
Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; 
Five tomahawks, wi blude red-rusted; 
Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; 
A garter, which a babe had strangled; 
A knife, a father's throat had mangled, 
Whom his ain son o' life bereft, 
The gray hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', 
Which even to name was be unlawfu'. 
Three lawyers' tongues, turn'd inside out, 
Wi' lies seam'd like a beggar's clout; 
Three priests' hearts, rotten, black as muck, 
Lay stinking, vile in every neuk. 

As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, 
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; 
The piper loud and louder blew; 
The dancers quick and quicker flew; 
They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 
Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, 
And coost her duddies to the wark, 
And linket at it in her sark! 

Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, 
A' plump and strapping in their teens, 
Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, 
Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linnen! 
Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, 
That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, 
I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies, 
For ae blink o' the bonie burdies! 

But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, 
Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,
Louping and flinging on a crummock,
I wonder did na turn thy stomach!

But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie:
There was ae winsome wench and waulie, 
That night enlisted in the core, 
Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore; 
(For mony a beast to dead she shot, 
And perish'd mony a bonie boat, 
And shook baith meikle corn and bear, 
And kept the country-side in fear.) 
Her cutty-sark, o' Paisley harn 
That while a lassie she had worn, 
In longitude tho' sorely scanty, 
It was her best, and she was vauntie,- 
Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, 
That sark she coft for he wee Nannie, 
Wi' twa pund Scots, ('twas a' her riches), 
Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches! 

But here my Muse her wing maun cour; 
Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; 
To sing how Nannie lap and flang, 
(A souple jade she was, and strang), 
And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, 
And thought his very een enrich'd; 
Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, 
And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; 
Till first ae caper, syne anither, 
Tam tint his reason ' thegither, 
And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" 
And in an instant all was dark: 
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, 
When out the hellish legion sallied. 

As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, 
When plundering herds assail their byke; 
As open pussie's mortal foes, 
When, pop! she starts before their nose; 
As eager runs the market-crowd, 
When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; 
So Maggie runs, the witches follow, 
Wi' mony an eldritch skriech and hollo. 

Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin'! 
In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin'! 
In vain thy Kate awaits thy commin'! 
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! 
Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, 
And win the key-stane o' the brig; 
There at them thou thy tail may toss, 
A running stream they dare na cross. 
But ere the key-stane she could make, 
The fient a tail she had to shake! 
For Nannie, far before the rest, 
Hard upon noble Maggie prest, 
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; 
But little wist she Maggie's mettle - 
Ae spring brought off her master hale, 
But left behind her ain gray tail; 
The carlin claught her by the rump, 
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. 

No, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son take heed; 
Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, 
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, 
Think! ye may buy joys o'er dear - 
Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare. 


Tam O' Shanter - Longshot Nelson and the Disjoints

Our new mini album recorded at Stealth Recording Studios Glasgow.
Original Tracks - 
Fire and Rain (D.Young)
Mary Brown (J.Murray)
Kickin' over fences (D.Young)

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Danny Paterson (Dustpan Dan)