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Enter The Haggis Album



2004
1.
Musicbox
2.
3.
4.
Twirling Towards Freedom
5.
Congress
6.
7.
8.
Martha Stuart
9.
10.
11.
To The Quick
12.
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Musicbox

[No lyrics]

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Train moves on another town
whisky's gone another round
whisky's gone
eagle flies overhead
sun will rise sun will set
sun will rise

fee fie foe diddle eh
never get to heaven if the devil's on his way
fee fie foe diddle um
buy another round if the devil don't come

i was born on the road
had to crawl to save my soul
had to crawl
devil hides at every turn
gotta roll so I don't burn
gotta roll

gotta find a place to rest
I've been east and i've been west
I've been down

round on the house if the devil don't come.

. . .


Outside around the side
form a circle forwar I'm an
outsider on the side
formerly a farm-boy
inside I'm on the side
i'm divided undecided
back then around again
second time's a charm boy

upside mortified
rubber-necking bottle-necking
smoke-stacks cigarettes
polish on the details
i try to stay inside
eyes and ears and curtains closing
they lie on their sides
casualties of retail

back then the earth was green
dirt was black and the air/water was clean
and then upon the scene
cars and trucks and gasonline
inside i'm petrified
i don't want to hide/watch it anymore

black or white/left or right or in between
i'm never really sure which way i lean
hey mister what does it mean he said
cars and trucks need gasoline.

. . .

Twirling Towards Freedom

[No lyrics]

. . .

Congress

[No lyrics]

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I'm running out of life
Open down and taken by
Sixty one in forty nine
Vision at the crossroads

Fire in the fading moon
Fire in the afternoon
Fire will come and take me soon
Take me from the crossroads

Just another day
Color fading into gray
Just another day
Waiting for an answer
In a quite place
Staring nothing in the face
In a hollow place
Looking for an answer

In Madina safe from all appraisals
I relax and remember now and then
But all my memories only take away from me
Any hope of memory in the end

I'm running out of life
Open down and taken by
Sixty one in forty nine
Vision at the crossroads

Fire in the fading moon
Fire in the afternoon
Fire will come and take me soon

In Madina safe from all appraisals
I relax and remember now and then
But all my memories only take away from me
Any hope of memory in the end
Take me from the crossroads

. . .


The minstrel boy to the war has gone;
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;

"Land of song!" cried the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The minstrel fell! But the foeman's sword
Couldn't bring that proud soul under;
The harp he loved never spoke again,
For he tore its cords asunder;

He said, "No chain shall sully thee,
No strength shall taint your bravery!
My songs remain for the young and free
They shall never sound in slavery"

The minstrel boy to the war has gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's swowrd he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him

He said, "No chain shall sully thee
No strength shall taint your bravery
My songs remain for the young and free
They shall never sound in slavery"

. . .

Martha Stuart

[No lyrics]

. . .


My young love said to me,
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind.
She stepped away from me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day".

She went away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here
And move there.
And she went her way homeward
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moved o'er the lake.

Last night I did dream,
That my love came in.
And so quietly she entered,
That her feet made no din.
And she laid her hands on me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day".

. . .


No man
No man is an island
Way out on the water
All alone to stand

But I am
Tired of the dry land
Ready for a new shore
Ready to expand

You seem
Happy with your daydreams
Happy to just stand there
Rooted to the sand

But all along I know
I had selfish motives
Everybody knows
That you can't live
And give your life for love...
Your life for love

Arms stretched
To catch the next horizon
A line to keep your eyes on
And I'm inclined to stare

But you close
Your eyes and wish for rainbows
Any way the wind blows
You will find me there

You pull
Your coat around your shoulders
You don't know what I know
Wind is only air

But all along I know
I had selfish motives
You never fail unless you fail to try
And live your life for love
Your life for love
Life for love...

. . .

To The Quick

[No lyrics]

. . .


Like ships in the squall we rise and we fall
We're plotting our course through waves
Some masts are tall with sails so strong
Others are tossed in the gale
We try to stay dry with salt in our eyes
No moment to rest or complain
The moon isn't far a clear sky and stars
Red sky at morn' on your tail

I'm not going to stand on the end of the pier
I'm not going to let you go down with the ship
Raise up your anchor it's time to set sail
And I'm not going to let you go down

Like ships we were made to dance o'er our graves
One false move and we could be thrown
Buried alive before our due time
To rest at sixty below
So jibe while you can if there's danger ahead
Stay on your course if you will
I'll throw you a line as waves start to rise
Bail as your ship starts to fill

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