Ye cannae beat a boiled egg

One day this love will all blow over
Time for leaving the parade
Is there a place in this city
A place to always feel this way
And hey, there's a red car in the fountain

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I don't have a new song to share so I will let you decide if you fancy downloading one from a year and a bit ago. It's not folk music, as you will already know if you listened to any of my other stuff. THis isn't quite so painful. Just a spraff. "y'know nuthin'"

to the wise... there. are. none. Not from me.. . I believe in keeping that stuff to myself.

But, for all of you--- ALL of you, a very happy and fulfilling new year
And silky kisses all over
xxx

little known man

Because I always feel like running
Not away, because there is no such place
Because, if there was I would have found it by now
Because it's easier to run,
Easier than staying and finding out you're the only one...who didn't run
Because the thing I fear cannot be escaped, eluded, avoided,
 hidden from, protected from, gotten away from,
Not without showing the fear as I see it now.

Click to download or listen

wrong again. the end is not nigh not nigh not nigh. So, rest yer worried head and bury those fears in yer palpi soul for another wee while. But the end of what? the world... that's what the old guys with the placards in 70's Glasgow used to mean when I was only wee. Thats what I think anyway! Something to do with sinning and punishment and all that codswallop. I don't know for sure really.

. An end, not of life. not of living...  the end is of the world -- as perceived in my mind. and that's just a lot of shite. it isn't a wonderful thing or an episode to be cherished. it's a simple fight for survival with all sorts of demon monsters attempting to thwart you at every opportunity. These monsters are almost invariably human monsters. created not by mothers, not by families. These fuckers are formed by society and they are evil on this earth. they will do you. they will smash you and scare you. they will always be there to wield their power and the more you conform the more you become part of the monster. don't conform and you must keep on running because they won't let you be. Not as you are. not as independent, not as free,  not as wonderful or kind. the culture insists on fear, blame and greed.

one day I had a fledgling wren in the hood of my top. I put my top on and a wee tiny baby wren was suddenly part of my clothing. He didn't seem too keen on leaving but I urged him/her on, and off it went into the trees where a mummy wren was soon in attendance. That wren was very small.
I worked for a man this summer who found a young pigeon in his shoe when he was getting ready to go out in the morning. The man was keen on nature. But still, wasn't very pleased at the pigeon chick because it had shat in his shoe a lot and it was really stinky he said.
He had a rib of a whale in his front garden. He'd found this on a beach when he'd lived on the Orkney Isles. He now has a bird feeder that feeds more sparrows than I've seen for years. Such a lot of sparrows.

And the everyday living goes on and on in this cold dark winter punishing me, for what crimes I have no idea. The people here seem to think it's ok. It's just another winter... but. It's bleak. All this driechness. And the sun. The sun can hardly be bothered to raise itself. It gets as high as the roofs of the houses and shoots across westward casting chimney stack shadows onto the cold damp streets. One minute I'm blinded by the low lying sun next minute it's gone and the winter darkness is the blinding agent.

What do I want?... What do you care? I'm at a junction. Crossroad. intersection. waiting for the time to help me make up my mind. And where is it next.... it's away I suppose, because its never here. Always somewhere else. The place I'm at is always not the place to be.

I am a Little Known Man. is my latest offering to you and, to the gods that so often misguide me.
Now run along and take with you any ideas you might posses about where I am going to be soon.
Enjoy the present
love and everything good
  ..ed

getting ready to escape again

Well, I've been crushing the symptoms
but I can't locate the cause.
Could God really be so cruel?
To give us feelings that could never be fulfilled. Baby!
I've got my sights set on you. I've got my sight set on you
And someday, someday, someday, you'll come my way.
But when you put your arms around me
I'll be looking over your shoulder for something new
'cause I ain't ever found peace upon the breast of a girl
I ain't ever found peace with the religion of the world
I ain't ever found peace at the bottom of a glass
sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive.

This is the new thing, the next step, and the future beckons with miriad colours shades and under construction esplanades.
The hurt of growing up and the pain of starting again means I seem to always be in a state of being never quite sure what's going on and what's coming and what's gone. One thing for sure is that everything changes. And the past week has seen these ever changing wheels rotate until I find myself beside myself and conversing even, with the familiar face of a passing self. An episode that could develop into brain fever despondency and madness. Yet I sleep sound and rise in the morn with chattering birdies crackling in the air. The starling rises before I do, much to my delight as its audible chatter never fails to entice a smile on my soporific lips.
My first yawn heralds the initiation of another day. But. Having cracked a smile before the realisation of having to face yet another wearisome day signals the possibility of further illuminating moments. I rise

And for me to poke a finger in the eye of this precious life we are blessed with... oh yeah, aren't we blessed.. with pain suffering famine disease, and G.R.E.E.D.
Together or apart. it's all one really. Life is about forgetting and not learning. experiencing and not erudition.
Life is about dying. Everything leads to death and everyone needs to garner knowledge to accept the single and only inevitable.
And so for all the millions of visitors to this humble self deprecating blog. Ha. Right!

For you then. my single devotee. my only friend. my shining light in this all pervading gloom.
I am giving. I'm a giving sort of fellow...
here below lies, a link to download a faustain recording in MP3 format.

getting ready to escape again

don't let the inevitable discomfort you.

with love and emotion, I bid you well

  ..ed

of less than 15-- a short playing long player

I am angry I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin 

My irritability keeps me alive and kicking

I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit 

I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

the newest lp by faustain the great is now complete and crap. Yep. It's the latest thing and no doubt about it. Recorded 100% in Scotland. It's a kind of small lp considering it has just less than 15 tracks. Won't take long to listen to, if you don't like a track don't worry, it'll be finished by the time you realize!. Simps, cannae beat it. It might be shite but it doesn't last for long. Minimum annoyance. And if you do like it you can listen to it over and over again, many times. 

The image below takes you to a download site to access the album, or  ***here***

 my special last thought of climbing the beech tree nearby and contemplating the risks. Common danger associated with possible accidental fall. I won't forego caution if the urge takes me to have an attempt at a scaling.

The country I am from is a plaincrash. and 55% of the people endorse this. I fancied something very different and beautiful.

I wont start prattling on a load o'rubbish like ah normally do. just keep it short and not linger. Curt, I need to be curt. Just say what I intend to impart and that's it ...out of here. away to buggery and fast as a shite on a bike. It's just that I've got a funny feeling in my head just now; a warm confusion sort of sensation. I bit kind of crushing in on me too. This might be important in a non physiological capacity. I'm not saying it's anything. Just saying that I was aware of it. That's all. So I will carry on now and be finished.

Enjoy everything you can

as often as you can

  ..ed

I decline to elucidate on this public forum of self absorption.

Well, hello.
You can no longer depend on the land in which you were born.
You can no longer depend on any land in which you choose to place yourself.
You can no longer depend on the bed in which you lie by night,
or the room in which you sit by day.
You can no longer depend on the pillow in which you lay your head.
You can no longer depend on the existence of silence in your mind when you close your eyes.

Time to make a contribution. ....
Time I had was come and was gone and now is just remaining as a hanging thing that doesny have any aspect ratio. An enigmatic fucking waste of time in this transcendental mortal coil on which we are all dangling; like baby spiders on the breeze.

Nothing new comes to me and so I let the spraff flow in uninformed streams of pish.

Lamentably, the life I find myself to be continuing with is a tangled ball of confusion. Not gonnae spend any time de-tangling that knot of animated verve.... Verve, there's a laugh, I've never had any of that stuff. It does in fact sicken me. lets be more precise and call it inertia. This animated inertia that I find myself involved with daily.

 popped into a separate zone - like in Tarkovsky's "Stalker"- nothing quite seems right and there are questions needing questioned so as we can understand-- something, something that isn't quite linear. Something that breaks the balance of convention in a roundabout fashion. The answers I can realise, yet- they tell me nothing. but the questions they are more pure more convincing.

Brings me round to a real thing that has been happening-  The state I'm in. the flux-- the ever changing state of not having the slightest idea of what's going on in my life. Here I am Here I was Here I may be again.. So, Geographically speaking I'm all over the place. But for this moment I am residing in Colombia on a temporary basis, having escaped a claustrophobic situation that was burying me in love, loss, misunderstandings, unattainable pursuits and other unclassifiable circumstances. But over the past year or so I've had visits into the past through meetings with them people that were part my life during certain historical epochs of my existence. --This IS related to the music, in a loose sort of unhinged capacity. --  These people come and go and sometimes return--and pleasant times and memories and shared ideas, thoughts and theories are very rewarding.... I'm losing the overall narrative here-- The story was to be that of a  walk through of my life skipping all the major events and focusing on the relationship between sound and auld acquaintances-- now it's all buckled and fuckled and certainly gone astraysy.

I think I’m goin’ back
To the things
I learned so well
In my youth

I think I’m returning to
Those days
When I was young enough
To know the truth

...

Now there’s more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And everyday can be
My magic carpet ride
And I can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years

Y'know, what's best? is it dark or light?--- well, I suppose, the dark is good for night time. And light, that's good for when the day comes. So. they are equal in that respect. but I like best the light. for seeing especially. You can see better with light and it's better for the spirit of a person... to have light.




Ok. Where was I. All that stuff that never came together as it should have. I lost my way. Like in life I suppose. Losing the will the way the necessary requirements. the moments that keep us going are moments that slip away also. the reasons change too, the purpose is not remaining, the very idea of having a long happy life is just the type of shite you read about. Even a short happy life isny possible in my book. I'll settle for a wee bit of contentment, just to pull me through. Y'know how it is in these times. The struggles of everyday living coax and beguile . it's constant so it is. Ye cannae get a minutes peace without some wallaper havin' a go and messing up the ambiance. 




I will come to this again and try to explain the meaning of life to you. It's simple in it's misty milky gyratory coming and going cycle. but later/



for now my loves

 I give my love