Ever since I was a child, I've laid at night and wondered
As lorries roll past my home
With a rumble and a roar just like thunder
I've often laid and I've wondered where they're going

Yeah I wonder where they're headed
And where they'll be come the dawn
and some nights I look out of my window
and I watch them light up the road side till they're gone
Out of sight

And every time their headlights shine through my window
And if I'm ever feeling kind of low
I just close my eyes and dream that I was out there
Headed somewhere down the road

CM STEWART


Headed somewhere down the road (I wish I was)

Ach well I thought I'd give this a go, it's one of my favourite contemporary songs.  I walked past Lady Gaga in the summer of 2009.  She smiled.

Bad Romance (Lady Gaga Cover)

I was looking through my old records and was listening to this today.  Thought I'd give it a go.

Tombstone Every Mile (Dick Curless Cover)

A song about one of my favourite jukeboxes, good selection of songs on it, in the Silver Dollar pub, Invergordon, Ross-shire.  I hope jukebox lovers, wherever you are, might relate to this some way.  

This is in fact not a picture of the jukebox, the jukebox in the aforementioned pub is actually one of these modern touchscreen pieces of kit, but it has a good selection nevertheless.  

The Jukebox in the Silver Dollar

Here's my first ever Christmas song, or... I like to call it, my first boxing day song. If you don't like the fact that the Michael McIntyre DVD you gave your friend is worth £17.99 in the shops this week, when it'll probably be £5 next week, then you might like this song. I'm so glad they give you an option for work in progress on soundcloud, it kind of gives you the liberty to post up works in progress, like or leave it I say... I'm not Bob Dylan... but saying that, (and I don't like to blow my own trumpet) but his last Christmas record was a bit soul destroying to listen to. I love Dylan, but WHY did he have to bring out a Christmas record... I guess when you get to his level, you can put out 1 million CD's of work in progress. I'm stuck to soundcloud etc! Ach, me and Bob Dylan get on amicably the rest of the year.

The meaning of this song is pretty literal, as are most of my songs. Why not buy your Christmas presents on boxing day? You'll save a lot of money, and you'll be able to get your loved ones a better present as a result (or you could buy a cheaper option, and it'll be cheaper)... either way.

Same goes for Christmas dinner. Why splash out on a turkey (a quick price comparison online will give you £20 for the cheapest), when you could get one reduced, to clear, on boxing day? Because you're all fools... that's right, you are all sucked into buying presents for Christmas day. Saying that, if everyone did what I do, then the shops would soon catch on, so actually, I hope you don't take my advice.

But won't your loved ones miss getting that present from you under the tree? NO! Let's face it, if your loved one is getting a fair few presents as it is, they won't get round to reading your book or listening to your Il Divo CD until a day or two later anyway... not to mention the time they'll spend stuffing their faces with full price turkey, watching the Queen's speech, Strictly Come Dancing and Doctor Who... not forgetting of course, Michael McIntyre. David Mitchell is one of his guests on Christmas Day... should be a hoot.

Anyway, Happy Christmas from me, thanks for all the craic over the past year, have a good one whether you are a slave to capitalism or not!

Don't expect a gift from me (On Christmas Day)

This one is a love song I wrote a while back about letting someone into your heart.  

It is one of two love songs I have written which includes a dog.  

The dog mentioned in this song is the older of the two dogs I sing about in "Who'd get them at the weekend?"

Front door key to my heart

Here's one I've just uploaded after reading about public school boy turned chancellor of the exchequer, who has never done a hard days work in his life, travelling First Class without paying for the ticket.  

That sickens me to the core.

I love travelling First Class - but I work hard for my money and I spend it how I like.  I can only afford to travel "weekend first" - that is where you can upgrade to First Class on Scotrail for about £5.  It's worth it - you get the seat and snacks as my song explains and as most people know... 

"I don't care about the money or making it big in the music game,
but if people buy my records and make me rich...
I'll be travelling First Class every time I take the train."

I don't ask for much in life and I don't dream of making it super rich, but if I made enough money to travel first class on the train more regularly, I'd be happy as larry.  Seeing scum like George Osborne cheating not only the tax payer but the train fare payer too makes me furious.  




Fash Stewart