Woof

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A new brand of extreme folk from Scotland.

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released April 8, 2013

Vocals- CD Shade
Guitar, Vocals, Bass, Percussion, e-bow - Matt Lehane
Guitar, Vocals, Mandolin, Banjo, Percussion - John J White
Clarinet - Jen Stephenson
Vocals - Celtic Lassie
Artwork - Peter Ogwen Jones

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Track Name: Krystal Nichts
dawn raids an kyrstal nichts
law keepers wi nazi ploys
wee folk, mums an dads
terrorised at the peep o day

true stories (part one)

i’m an eleven year old roma girl….………i’m a politician

my mummy cries at night ………i’m a servant of the state

my daddy was tortured…it’s a procedural dawn raid- ken

i’m a somali boy……………………..i’m only doing my job

my mama’s dead ….…you have our deepest sympathies

dawn raids an kyrstal nichts
handcuffed and battered
doors, splintered wood
and shattered nerves

when the morning comes
now the work is done
now the cameras have gone
when we meet the dawn

dawn raids an kyrstal nichts
in silent witness we accept
brutality-fear- humiliation and
moral gangrene in the state

true stories (part two)

father repatriated…..morning.…tortured- committed suicide

mother repatriated….……..……… committed to an asylum
work
mr home secretary......suffer the children not to come to me

child returnee………………. camera……….no further information

mr blah-blah…………….…………….how we pray for you
dawn
mrs blah-blah……………...….i give my old clothes oxfam

master blah-blah............i’m a post ironic comedy geezer etc

dawn raids an kyrstal nichts
in silent witness we accept
brutality- fear- humiliation
and moral gangrene in the state

we were met at the airport by the officials
who had persecuted my father
this time we will hear them when they come for us at dawn

although we have no duty of care to foreign nationals
we have nonetheless- gone to considerable lengths
to gain assurances that these people will not be persecuted
when repatriated

assurances- assurances…
Track Name: Bus Stap
fower ‘n’ a hauf octaves
billy mackenzie
mairken the line
born like an egg
wi nae outer shell
glinterin gless
chants like a lintie
enchantit in time

een fou o sadness
looked doun
at a tombstane
granite misgravings
a neurological crime
voice is silenced
dugs hae depairtit
bus stap desertit

back vox

raining anguish
on the raw edge o the line
ain skin less
strains like a whippet
knee deep in rhyme
glinterin gless
chants like a lintie
enchantit in time

by the house on the hill
howpless an heedless
huddert an cald
a winter o torment
in blinterin ice

back vox

catalysts o death
in the dopamine wars
dark in the hairt o despair
endorphin bedlam
wi nae champion trick
glinterin gless
chants like a lintie
enchantit in time

pang in the hairt
fingernail skreich
stang in the skull pan
wanhope the flesh
in fulfilment o pain
voice is silenced
dogs hae depairtit
bus stap desertit

back vox

endocrine system
implodes intae hell
endogenous anguish
serotonin torture
wi hurt in control
glinterin gless
chants like a lintie
enchantit in time

sorrow is talking
peptides are walking
billy was blawn by a line
fae a shop on the corner
selling cald cures and pies
voice is silenced
dogs hae depairtit
bus stap desertit

back vox
Track Name: Jimmy Joyce
oh jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice

thought through sight
the ineluctable modality of the visible
shut your eyes and see
snot green- blue silver- the nearing tide

jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice
jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice

oh jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice

short space of time in short times of space
sea wrack by rusty boot
on knocking sconce- five- six
the nacheinander the sense to see

jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice
jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice

oh jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice

sight through sound-
the ineluctable modality of the audible
crackling shells
why in… diaphane- adiaphane gate or door

jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice
jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice

oh jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice

side by side one after the other
my ash sword, tap with it
they do crush- crack- crick- crick
the sense to hear- wild sea money

jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice
jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice

oh jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice..

oh jimmy joyce
..he’s the choice..


a way a lone a last a loved a long the
Track Name: Have You Ever Thought
hey wee man in the street
numpty year old with blade or gun in hand
have you ever thought
that your pathetic ego booster
that cowardly lunge of the knife
can nullify not only one beating heart
but a hundred thousand associated dreams and aspirations
by acting up and playing the big man
diminishes you and your kin in each and every way

have you ever thought what it would be like
to kill someone
really- really- thought about it
really thought what it would be like
to snuff out that precious spark of life
that nebulous uniqueness
which started to evolve in the fields of possibility
before the start of time

have you actually thought about it
mr president- mr prime minister
mr crusader- mr jihad
likely not because you are all
by definition executive psychopaths
emotionally removed from the act of killing
you are in the psychological state of- being in cold blood

we have seen how the corruption of power
can turn the boy next door politician into a warlord
warlords become addicted to violence
when they talk about the soft and hard options of war
what does it mean…
it means that when they choose to stop talking
the killing can commence

have you ever thought…
why….

the most ardent warlord
tends to be the executive warlord
with no experience of the battle field
they direct their armies from the comfort of their office
where they and their kin are safely cocooned
from the cockpits of war
they are in the psychological state of– being in cold blood

have you ever thought
what it would be like to kill someone
really- really thought how far down the line
we all are as subjects or citizens
from state sponsored murder and terrorism
as individuals what can we do
when our governments go into a psychopathic war mode…

have you ever thought…
why….

we can choose to be responsible
take part in the way we are governed
refuse to be dictated to organise- agitate
change the way these people operate
if we allow powerful but morally weak individuals
to run terror regimes then we are all
in the psychological state of– being in cold blood

have you ever thought
Track Name: Dancin
this is it- it’s yower life
dancin- dancin- on the edge
make the maist o yower ain time
celebrate an mak yower mairk
on the edge- on the edge
sel determined tae a rhythm
dancin- dancin on the edge

you dancer

living history living life
dancin- dancin- on the edge
will youse won’t youse mak a staun
in dancin days an favoured nichts
on the edge- on the edge
will youse walk thon jaggit line
dancin- dancin on the edge

you dancer

wisdom cums tae open minds
on the edge- on the edge
dancin- dancin- on the edge
dancin on the edge o time
Track Name: Cante Jondo
byes a muffled spriggit in the albaicin
a lichtsome player sits wi his guitar
athort his knaps harmonising
in free faa flats wi the curmurin waters
o the fountain heid

emerges an auld chiel o sangs
wi een lowst in myndin tae the guitar
in d flat an b flat minor
atimes skimmerin intae f major
tae tease out an eldritch fause relationship

frae howe in the belly o the yirth
an antrin sang o flaunterin melodies
emerges ower flowing wi aa the hairt
scauddin rhythms an flourishes o the cante jondo

atimes the guitar thrums simple chords
atimes produces orchestral melodrama
atimes counterpoint creating a recitative
in a catterbatter o staccato passions

the court composer scairts doun aa
tae be imprisoned in staff notations
fou o neutral thirds and sixths
intervals unkent an inexpressible
in the time o his orthodoxy

hormiga

…in the quiet that followed
the ants could be heard trampling over the grass
Track Name: States
balibar- balibar- balibar’s in the cité
in the cite- balibar- balibar’s scansing wi spinoza
drinking in the masses- ah the derging clesses
karl mairks his corner tae consider an order
base ‘n’ superstructure in a dialectic culture

balibar- balibar- bali-bar’s in the cité
in the cité balibar- balibar’s jiggin wi badiou
aa the human effort o calculus in action
lowst in abstractit merkets
oh- crazy humanities an scientific inanities

balibar- balibar- balibar’s in the cité
in the cite balibar- balibar’s drinking wi althusser
in the backroom proudhon’s musing in his whiskers
bureaucracy’s sel serving in innate corruption
states will nivver wither… but karl wadnae listen

balibar- balibar- balibar’s in the cité
in the cité balibar- balibar’s schmoozing wi deleuze
o thouchts- desires- an needs
in trans-individual oedipal securities
lowsed frae safeties an assureties- insanity is the city

balibar- balibar- balibar’s in the cité
in the cité balibar- balibar’s asteep in contemplation
at the notions o liberty wi unrestrictit commerce
creating commodities tae satisfy the products
o its ain inbiggit demands- insatiable is the city

balibar- balibar- balibar’s in the cité
in the cité balibar- balibar is dancin wi geordie hegel
a rational o freedom whar liberty cums reality
an individuality blumes whanivver
the commonweal hauds sway
Track Name: Blood and Ash
in solitude my een cannae lie
the silent cry o years when honesty
betrayed the truth through
the filtered innocence of bairnhood
the infants ainerlie ken- whit they ken- aah…

mirra- mirra on the waa
whae is the faither o them aah…

in solitude wi in the battalions o catastrophe
my image fades afore i can become mysel
the pretty face o youth in halcyon wonder
o suicidal dreams an hormonal anguish- haah…

mirra- mirra on the waa
whae is the reflect o them- aah…

in solitude i witnessed faitherhood
the love, the fear thon broken chain
dishonesty’s severe badge pricks the hairt
an in reflect i will lowse aa
if i lowse the affection in my life- haah…

keekin gless on the waa
whae is the reflect o them- aah…

in foolishness i thoucht i could conquer fear
during mid life’s phantom death
my spirits drowned in bottled bravado
through the gless i saw thon gizz
thon demon gaw- the devil in myself- haah…

mirra- mirra on the waa
whae is the faither on them- aah…

in solitude i foucht for life itsel
whiles in seduction glower he mewed
he fumed an claucht me in sel befylit glit
my redemption was tae face thon fiend
that hid ahint my fish deid een- haah...

keekin gless on the waa
whae is the faither o them- aah...

in solitude i reflect my ain- my faither’s fate
the fear o passing days is a patience in itsel
in fields o moss an cemeteries strawn
wi blood an ash- doubt lingers less
but passion grows- haah…

mirra- mirra on the waa
whae is the faither o them- aah…

keekin gless on the waa
whae is the granfaither o them aah
Track Name: Street Crimes
bleeding hairts
ten year aulds injecting death
cops their whack
whacked by cops
emaciated in the stank
dying like flies
naa they’re dying like kids
ssssss…street crime

just a snapshot in time- in time

bulimic cat walkers
pay snap me if youse can
glossy agencies o despair
heart break mechanics
schmooze tae cruise
the dung o high society
ensanguined paws an bluidie maws
ssssss…street crime

just a snapshot in time- in time

see the how childer play
beaten- broken- hounded
in venal servitude
ane hameless bairn
constitutes a crime politick
laissez faire electorates
cudnae gie or care a damn
ssssss…street crime

just a snapshot in time- in time

fashionista vamps
jisum sucking venture men
in kill me get rich quick hats
guttersnipes o usury
vampires o desire in
vox pop
capitalus vomitus
ssssss…street crime

just a snapshot in time- in time

roly-poly society men
aerosols o humanity
a fortune in their rollex eyes
blood suckers push
sewer kids tae emerge
gillander’s snapshots hit
the negative in black an white
ssssss…street crime

just a snapshot in time- in time

catch me snap me if youse can
catch me snap me if youse can

catch me snap me x4

ssssss…street crimes
Track Name: Woof Woof
woof- woof- i am barking but i am nomad
i hae witnessed the wildfires aff jupiter
i am not mad
but crazed by anodyne banalities

woof- woof i am barking but i am nomad
the childer cry in confusion
they are not mad but doitit
by the shifting sands o normality
oh i’m no mad

woof- woof- i am barking but i am nomad
rubiaceous i drift the solar skies
in love wi the madder flower
o herbicide

woof- woof- i am barking but i am nomad
as gentle minds are shattered
by the brutality o contempt
they are not mad- ainerlie broken

woof- woof- i am barking but i am nomad
the unco righteous
contaminate freedom
a sad psychosis that barks fir itsel

woof- woof- i am barking but i am nomad
as desperate men
an anxious women weep
we’d like tae help but we died yestreen

woof- woof- i am barking but i am nomad
the clichéd talk
but ainerlie limp the walk
they’re idioms are literally aa at sea

woof- woof- i am barking but i am nomad
wi skull pan blawn tae the winds
the snaw wicht sky-walker
is not mad but eternally drifting

woof, woof i am howling
i hae seen the best minds o a generation
mature intae the autocracy
their youth had so lovingly despised.

woof- woof- shah- lah- lah- shoo be do
hou yow howled poet; yower best minds mad…
maybers… but they nivver justified destroying the innocent
oh i’m no mad
hoooooowl…….