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Back To Kintyre
06:11
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BACK TO KINTYRE.
Three hours out of Glasgow
by the long and winding road
in the arms of the Atlantic
lies a place that I call home
And I can feel her power
and I can hear her breathe
I'm going back to Kintyre
and this time I'll never leave
From the Eastern loch at Tarbert
take the road down by the West
passing on through Bellochantuy
where the views are heaven blessed
then climb the moors to Lussa
take an amble through the toon
see Davaar (from afar) on a spring afternoon
Hey, Look up, all the stars are burning bright
the moon lights up the road
and Davie’s coming home tonight
well the Burnside’s warm and welcoming
better stop off for a dram, (or 2, or, 3 or ..)
then drag yourself away if you can
I'm on the beach at Carra
just drifiting off to sleep
the waves arrive from Arran
and whisper tales to me
The whistling Ocean winds
bring thoughts and dreams from afar
for this Viking Isle instills a rare passion
rising through the veins like a highland storm
And such passions, they never leave
they brood, they burn, they inspire
all kindred spirits back to Kintyre
Spent a crazy night in Whisky Macs
with a girl called Bonnie May
who swore she'd seen the ghost of Linda
walking Saddell bay
so I called on Paul, and his Wings 'n' all
and we sat there on the sand
and he smiled, as he held out his hand
He said "son, I feel her power"
he said "I hear her breathe
she's coming back to Kintyre
and this time she'll never ..."
And we can feel her power
and we can hear her breathe
we're coming back to Kintyre
and this time we'll never leave.
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Chapeltown
02:49
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Chapeltown.
A cold Manchester morning, December ’73
alight at Piccadilly, the matriarch and me
we make our way down Store street
across the wasted ground, to Chapeltown
And all the taxi's are there early
been working through the night
we open up the cafe 6 till 6, for times are tight
I lend a hand as much as any lazy kid would do
and earn a quid or two, to see the day through
A warm Manchester evening, May 2006
I stumble out of Sankeys inspired by the mix
I dodge the nutters on Great Ancoats
and I make my drunken way to Chapeltown
There’s no longer people waiting
no longer any soul
this solace of my childhood
now just bricks within a hole
I close my eyes for comfort
plucking memories from the air
I feel my father there
and drift away … from Chapeltown.
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Oran Mu Dheireadh
02:28
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Oran Mu Dheireadh
When the sun sets on my lifetime
you’ll never walk alone
For you’ll catch my spirit in the winds
of all the places we have known
So on Saddell bay on a winter's day
As the sky fades black from blue
I’ll be right there waiting, for you.
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Chris A. UK
I'm Chris A, from Manchester. I write, and play a few things (just about). Been around the block many times, from drumming in punk bands with Billy Idol, to Scandinavian album releases, Cabaret artiste, computer music programmer, 80's tribute band leader, and much more. Somewhere along this journey I even had a No.1! But that's another story. Here's a mixed bag of my stuff. Warts 'n' all .... ... more
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