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More Lies

post mark cracked
on the page of lies
preacher teaches
his moral cries

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Billy

an old man sits in the corner and plays
his beet up guitar seen some days
he is singing songs of peasants and kings
the people are hanging on the story he brings

he goes by old billy , old billy mcbride
wherever he goes that guitar is by his side
he walks the long road an rests under the sky
you might hear him or see him walking on by

he been in the grand halls and played with the best
all the players gamblers and most of the rest
the rum ran freely and gin took neet
and the potions made by the men on the street

so billy mcbride sing your song with pride
to all who happen to fall by your side
to tell it and breath it and think it you do
and this is the song i wrote down for you


r.i.p my good friend bill who i will never forget ... luv you gumbo ..k

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Oh the Neds

at night they roam
home seeds need sewn
wi joints n wine
they stan in line

troop doon the streets
in search ay geeks
tay jump on there heeds
an gee em nose bleads

oh the neds

wi trackis tucked in
an chibs up sleaves
they swagger aboot
like monkeys in trees
gist geez a pound aff ye
mister please
or a spare snout big yin
afore yer train leaves

oh the neds

wi bum fluff goties
an crawlin with scabies
robing shops an scaring
auld grannies
they knock up thir burds
cos they dont fit jonnies
then sell over cut drugs
to support ther babbies

oh the neds

oh the neds they play ther games
at the weekend get lifted again
at london road the copper say
in my cell yir gonna stay
have ye got no shame
hase yir brain gone lame
oh the neds done it again



hi i would like to put here a few translations for the non glasgow neds among you and i am
sure there are a few...here goes....ned- non educated delinquant,ie a kind of street
youth. second- wi is short for with, stan = stand, troop doon the street = walk down the
street menisingly , ay = of, tay =to, heeds= heads, gee= to give,trackis= sport clothing
usualy lacost or adidas, chibs= some sort of improvised wepon,snout= cigarett,bum fluf=
pre adult facial hair, crawlin with scabies=some nasty sex infection,knock up burd= get
their girl prenant,auld= old,to get lifted=put in prison,jonnies= condom,
well i hope this will help you to enjoy this work a little better 
thanks
k

oh i almosed forgot

c`mon the neds
hehehe

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Shine Your Light

shine your light
shine it down on me

when i was a boy
and my mind unclear
yeah i would toil
always in fear

when i was a boy
in need of a fright
and i just pondered
for the rest of my life

shine your light
shine your light on me

now i am a man
and my world is down
try to keep my head on
my way is not found

now i am a man
still tears i do shed
unto the ground
where many men has bled
 
shine your light
shine your light on me

now im close to the grave
to late for help now
i don't want to be saved
any way i don't know how

now im close to the grave
all my money is spent
on my bed my head is layed
and i ain't payed the rent

sine your light
shine your light on me

and im close to tears
as im looking back
all over my years
it ain't just wisdom i lack

so im close to tears
i cant seem to fight
got my family near
and they say its alright

well shine your light
down upon me
let me see that light
yeah im on one knee

gonna shine it bright
shine your light for me
all i need is your light
shining down on me

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Dream Diary 1

he slipped into a dreamland
as the grass was turning brown
the king was in his castle
on the town he looked down
three men rode six horses
half of them for sale
and the undertaker hammers
down his last nail

the sun started sinking
turning day into night
the first mate looks t shore
trying to find a guiding light


the homes getting empty
as the town took to the street
the king is getting nervous
and shaky on his feet
all the mothers shouting
drown him in the well
the witch is in her cave
chanting out a spell


the moon is high in the sky
filled the streets so bright
she first mate set sail
through the waves they fight


the poet dips his pen
as he sees the passing crowd
shouting death to the king
and death to the crown
the horsemen riding up the hill
to attack the castle gate
crashing on the rocks
the ship and its first mate

the moon turns red
and fades from sight
he finaly finds the sand
to the first mates delight


as the fires burn red
and lit up the sky
the poet sees the first ate
and lets out a sigh
walking on that road sailor
you wont ever come back
what is that you have
is that a ship mast on your back

the moon is howling
and the wind shining rite
the poet takes his pen
and he begins to write



the king calls to his army
as they run for the door
the hall did echo 
with the royal roar
the angry crown ready 
they weld their sharp sticks
the cavalry is charging
with the number of six

the sun started rising
up to meet the moon
the castle has been taken 
with the king in his room


stand up from that chair
you dirty Royal rat
you are late for your work
you got five minuets flat
he said i know a sailor
i think his ship came in
your sailor is at the door
and he brought you ship with him

the sun is breathing hot
and its just before noon
the town heads to the castle
they are moving in soon


so the poet draws a line
and ties up his book
before he stepped through the door
he had a good look
the spell chanted by the witch 
are heard every where
the dogs running from the hills
with their noses in the air

the wind is gaining power
whistling its tune
as the witch fights through it
flying on her broom


so the grass starts turning
from brown back to green
he lifts up his head 
to remember what he seen
he unties his book
and ink dips his pen
so as it was 
he got inspired then 

the queen takes a new man
a fresh hansom groom
long live the king
or will his death come soon

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Life Comparison

a preacher looks through his looking glass
on his sermon he takes grate care
people picknick on the grass
to their life i do compare

a teacher reads aloud to her class
children in a circle stare
old widow woman walks to mass
to their life i do compare

a soldier sets batallion flag to half mast
the royal guard set a dare
drivers stop to watch a crash
to their life i do compare

a grupe of boys watch a lovely lass
tie up locks of her golden hair
and now that she has glided past
to their life i do compare

sailers climb a tall ships mast
to reach the crow away up there
stock the rations they hope will last
to their life i do compare

in his car he drives to fast
dog leg chicane with flowng flair
hoping that his luck will last
to his life i do compare

all these people pressent and past
for a stranger do you think they care
but each one has a touch of class
and to their lifes i do compare

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Te Sit Wit Ma Pal

aw aye on the could nights
that are brought by the days so short
sipping ma dram neath the misty window
peeking across the glen i nearly forgot

on a night like tonight
its a braw sight to see for me
a golden welcome mist of a flame
lit and burning by my pal guiding me

so i pull on my heed my bunnet 
and wrap round my scarf cosy and tight
i chop my way through the howling wind
on this could winters night

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Found

Beyond the fast rising smoke
between the free and the poor
it is told of some peasant folk
a story which starts in the sewer

some tell it their way
most speak of it wrong
lets hear what they say
and listen to their song

take heed I say at your peril
think strongly if you must
take from it mix it hen tell it
ether way its bound to disgust

slowly thinks the mind of the mute
if only burdens to hear
struggles to put up a dispute
that will grip you  fear

only till now gripped by sound
wishing all will be well
where they print the pound
only they folk can tell

honesty is a virtue known by few
speech is a weapon quite well known
hart felt is a feeling that ain't new
death is a number by the wind blown

so I speak of a riddle 
some might not grip
but if you dwell in the middle
then the higher you sit

some say it is freedom
some say it is terror
more say it is kingdom come
less float on a doves feather

pick and piece turn it around
tell your friends to simmer down
all we need grows in the ground
peace and love in this world ain't easily found

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School of Art

well i made my way to the city
on a lovely sunny day
met me a pretty lady
just stepping of the train
she said to me whats your name

she said im off to the shool of art
to find me a hansom man
i said lets go to the gallary
ill try to lend a hand
she said are you asking me out

she said her name was mis artois
i said i know a song about that
your a hansom man she said
do you come from the schol of art
i said if you want me to

well stella and me we traveld the wrld
from goa to katmandoo
we seen the ancient piramids
we done the nile in a canoo
i thought id never see it throuh

we came back some time last year 
gone to the schol of art
then down to the gallary
where she opened up my hart
she said i never thought about it like that

well now we live the quiet life
got a coupple of kids in school
and a dog that eats me out of house and home
and plays me for a fool
but i just keep my cool

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La Primera Cancion

a fresh pad of white
and a pen just new
so the first song i write
i pen down for you

so i fill up my page
and let the pen rip
as i draw on my smoke
and the whisky i sip

me chica te quiero 
te quiero mucho
ill know this song well
before i am through

so the first page is done
and the second is new
i don't know how many
ill turn till i am through

your hair is as black
as is the night sky
my head is a turning 
as you walk on by

your skin like your manner
is soft like your lips
and the movement you make
when you walk with your hips

now the next page is filled
but i am far from done
this song i am singing
has not even begun

when the summer days come
golden is your shade
and in the hot nights
in your arms i am laved

i am singing this song
every word is for you
i will make it and shape it
and bond it like glue

i think i am half done
with this song that i make
it is a bond not broken
and never will brake

come close my darling 
let us take flight
through the hail and the wind
i will guide you in the night

i will take it and sing it 
oh you know it is true
these words are forever
like i am to you

so the final verse is pending
it is coming quite soon
as your flower is growing
and starting to bloom

this song that i give you
is one quite plane
but it is one that will last 
just like your name

so hear it and know it
keep it by your side
it is my gift to you
like my love i cant hide

its all over now
esta primera cancion
i started this book
as i mean to go on



parra xenia xxxx besos me chica guapa