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From Here You Can See Ben Lomond
My father was a Sou'side man
About the Sou'side streets he ran
Till northwards seeking work he cam
And finding love he stayed.
I tholed the school in Gourlay Street;
Dreamed of running with a ball at my feet.
And summer days so long and sweet
At the top of Balgrayhill
From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So when you ask me why I stay
I answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills
In the Caley then, I learned my trade
Hard men at work, and hard we played
The railways of the world we made
Every rivet, bore and seam.
I never dreamed the day would dawn
Cowlairs and Atlas would be gone
With just the names to linger on
The ghosts of people's lives
From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So when you ask me why I stay
I answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills
My neighbour now's a decent man
His faither came fae a dusty land
Where locomotives I built, ran.
And may be running still
And now my fires are banked and low
I take it easy and I take it slow
But in my dreams, I up and go
To the top of the Balgray hill
From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So do not ask me why I stay
I'll answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills
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Hand Me Down My Hammer
04:47
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Some talk of string and ceiling wax And some will talk of glue
Of Band-aid and Elastoplast And tell you that will do
But if you want to fix it, if it's burstit or gone wrong
You need sixteen ounce of hammer And a nail that's six inch long
Hand me down my hammer And hand me down my nails
They will never let me down They will never fail
No matter what my trouble I know I will prevail
With my one pound hammer And my six inch nails
Hand me down my hammer
Hand me down my nails
Hand me down my hammer
Hand me down myhammer and my nails
There's folk that like to measure And cut so nice and fine
sharpen up their pencils to draw the perfect line
some people say I'm ready And some just say I'm rough
I just laugh, I know that half a foot is close enough
Hand me down my hammer
Hand me down my nails
Hand me down my hammer
Hand me down myhammer and my nails
Once I had a woman, Footloose and fancy free
She would never stay at home And take good care of me
you could hear my nails and hammer Like the banging of a gun
Now she's no free and fancy An her footloose days are done
Hand me down my hammer
Hand me down my nails
Hand me down my hammer
Hand me down myhammer and my nails
An annoying man came round about To tell me how to live
Saying love your enemies And tells me to forgive
forgiving's not my habit, so To show him who was boss
I hammered home my arguments and got my points across
Hand me down my hammer
Hand me down my nails
Hand me down my hammer
Hand me down myhammer and my nail
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Late at night, as I lay sleeping,
I had myself a nightmare, or maybe just a dream
A man appeared beside me, he was speaking with an accent
He sounded sort of French to me, well that's the way it seemed
I asked was he an angel or maybe some old devil
Come to take me up to glory or to steal away my soul
He said I'm no angel or no devil, but I'm just as real as either
And if it will assist you, you can call me Jean Paul
I asked: why have you come here, and he just smiled philosphically
Shrugged a Gallic smile and coughed a smoker's cough
You know I'm just a figment of your won imagination
But I can se you need some answers, so I'll give it to you soft
Things may not turn out the way that you intended
It really does not matter what you wanted or you thought
Your destination's just the place where you have to stop your running
And all that you are left with is all the souvenirs you bought
The path you walk is paved with good intentions
You're just looking for an easy row to hoe
You want to find a way of getting through the day
But I'm not saying anything you don't already know
I said:
I try to be a good man, or at least not get found out
And there's only a few people I'd want to come to harm
If I understand your premise, I'm just the sum of what I've done
And my hands can't help be dirty, and it fills me with alarm.
And with saying that, he disappeared as silent as he came
And he left me shaking, shivering,
my brow was slick with sweat
Fearful thinking back on what I've done in days gone by
And terrified to think on things that have not happened yet
Late at night, as I lay sleeping,
I had myself a nightmare, or maybe just a dream
A man appeared beside me, he was speaking with an accent
He sounded sort of French to me, well that's the way it seemed
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4. |
Footprint In The Dust
05:42
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5. |
Everybody Has To Be
06:07
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Steven Clark Glasgow, UK
About Me:
I'm suspicious of labels, yet here I am, describing myself as a "singer-
songwriter". Style? - I'd say I sound like me, and probably more like me than anyone else does.
Performed at many folk clubs around Scotland.
My own songs range over many different subjects - from philosophical pigeon insights, or Our Other National Drink, to rage about many of the lunacies of our time
... more
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