Whalerider

Whalerider Kicking nature with our feet, just as we´ve something to eat, Starving down in Africa for weapons from America, Scottish borders have no shield, to stop the rain from Sellafield, The weakest ones to pay the bill are the kids of Tschernobyl. Woods are dying from sour rain, trees are cut down lane by…

Veröffentlicht am

Taking back the land

Taking back the land   Father was born here in spring `24, our home had three windows, a room and a door. Living out here on the ocean was never easy, but it was all that we had, Our island was all that we had. The gouvernement came and they told us to go, pictures…

Veröffentlicht am

Call of the blood

Call of the blood I was running down the hills of Nova Scotia, with my whole family`s heritage on my back. I wish to feel and to know, where my roots are, but the picture of my youth was still painted black. Someone told me a ship waits in the harbour, so I followed down…

Veröffentlicht am

Johnny Fraser’s lights

Johnny Fraser`s lights In the storm of 48, there were lights down by the harbourline, And a crowd of people, running around and a woman was crying, She was Johnny Fraser`s wife, with a torch in her hand and tears in her eyes, Saw the incoming boats, they have always been ten but now they…

Veröffentlicht am

The cranes are coming back

The cranes are coming back   All the mountains are covered in snow, the valley is quiet and still. Now in winter our love can not grow, my heart´s getting cold and ill.  I remember last summer when we used to dance to the music down by the quay,  But I had to leave to…

Veröffentlicht am

Wolves of time

Wolves of time This night a whisper of a legend goes around And it says hide away, the wolves are coming down. A herd of evil, of some long forgotten times, lead by the scytheman, they are hasting in a line, right through the valley like a storm they´re rushing in.   They are the…

Veröffentlicht am

Islands

Islands Namesless wind blows through my hair my heart is empty now try to find myself up there somewhere on foreign shore Will I find my Island a place in an unkown heart to stay for a lifetime without being rejected ever again Silent whiser in my ears i arragne my feelings waves stroke gently…

Veröffentlicht am

Back from the edge

Back from the edge I was sitting alone in the dark room of my heart, All the candles gone out, the voices were gone, the world outside was a thousand miles apart. A book with empty pages and a glas filled up with air, none came near me, the windows were closed, like a stony…

Veröffentlicht am