Glue (Live at Cabaret Voltaire)

Personnel:
Scott McPherson
Adam Thom
Niamh Corkey
Willem McKie
Chris Quinn
Timmy Allan
Geoff Angus
Blind Boy Young

Filming - Samuel O’Neill


There’s a cold wind whining at the light of the moon
As the bird stretches wings and begins to croon
The smokes begins to rise and the ambers in the fire
Like the night and the dark, are forced to retire

There’s a foul stench and heinous breath from the beast within it burns
The senses they recalibrate with twists and turns
There are sparkles from the eye of the storm and I see them shine
But they’re over cast by a cloud that’s one away from nine

And I’m looking for the answers to the question of our love
I’d have better luck clipping the wings of beelzebub
Just a roll of the dice for love’s living sacrifice
Being broken unto vertigo’s most daring heights

You play all the chords when it comes to my heart strings
But what truth doesn’t hide, truth dares to sting
What fate chooses to ignore the broken down sing
And what hurt doesn’t pain or mean a thing?

Heaven is a place I found in you
And I’m stuck to your little lungs like glue
And if there’s a stairway move and let me jump the queue
Only the light from you will always see me

Fear of purpose shows it’s timid, dark and ugly head
On the battlefield of love you wind up close to dead
Over something to be solved with a long and mournful sigh
Like when the Horses of Achillies stood and began to cry

The ruler asks himself why the Gods become involved
In the miseries of man’s pain mortality unresolvedAre the whispers of the God’s the cries of a madman?
Or do they keep tonguing words not worth a one God damn

Love is a dog from hell that dies an early grave
No matter how many times you both fix up to save
And the howls turn to whimpers as the night is to retireGiving breath to the morning with a new ceasefire

#bluegrass #country #scottish