Well - I'm suprised ... but Capercaillie has already been mentioned ... but noone has mentioned Runrig ... but I would recommend a stereo upgrade for Runrig ... the lowest volume to listen to them is when your cig lighter gets blown out at 12" from the speaker ... if no cig lighter availble then your trousers should be blowing in the breeze .. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
"We're on the March wi Ally's Army"
1978 Argentina World Cup campaign song sung by Andy Cameron
We're on the march wi Ally's Army,
We're gaun tae the Argentine,
And we'll really shake them up,
When we win the World Cup,
'Cos Scotland is the greatest football team
We're representing Britain,
And we're gaun tae do or die,
'Cos England cannae do it,
'Cos they couldnae qualify....
Oh how times have changed. Ally Macleod, the world's optimist.
Andy Cameron's B side on the single was "I want to be a punk rocker but ma mammy willnae let me"
who say's we can't laugh at ourselves
hm, well not too much to laugh at : unfortunate draw in group of death with brazil as i recall, plus gemmill's goal of the tournament, third best world cup goal ever.
Primal Scream (Bobby Gillespie is Scots; don't know about the rest of them) and Garbage (Shirley Manson ditto, though I'm pretty sure her band mates are American).
I second (or third, or fourth) John Martyn; he's fabber than a very fab thing and usually more stoned than miserable. SWMBO and I are going to see him in May. In Basingstoke..... Rock & Roll, eh?
I have a favourite brother
And his Christian name is Paul.
He's lately joined a football club
For he's mad about football.
He's two black eyes already
And teeth lost from his gob,
Since Paul became a member of
That terrible football club.
(Chorus)
For he's football crazy,
He's football mad,
The football it has taken away
The little bit o' sense he had,
And it would take a dozen servants
To wash his clothes and scrub,
Since Paul became a member of
That terrible football club.
In the middle of the field, one afternoon,
The captain says, "Now Paul,
Would you kindly take this place-kick
Since you're mad about football?"
So he took forty paces backwards,
Shot off from the mark.
The ball went sailing over the bar
And landed in New York.
For he's football crazy ...
His wife says she'll leave him
If Paulie doesn't keep
Away from football kicking
At night-time in his sleep.
He calls out 'Pass, McGinty!"
And other things so droll
Last night he kicked her out of bed
And swore it was a goal!