Ian Bruce

Recorded live at The Riverside Club, Glasgow
Ian Bruce - Vocals, Guitar, Bodhran
Ian Lowthian - Accordian, Keyboards
Ian Fraser - Fiddle, Viola
Special Guest Ian Murray - Percussion

WHERE I SHOULD GO (Ian M. Bruce)
Two forward, one back,
One forward two back.
Three forward, three back where I started.
Steps to the side knock me off my stride.
Pin me to the spot where I'm spinnin'.

CHORUS. I wanna know where I should go.
It seems I have no way of knowin'.
Where is my bed?
Where is my head?
Where the hell am I going?

I am me.
It's all I can be.
I know what I want but can't go there.
Things people say stand in my way.
Pin me to the spot where I'm spinnin' around.

I'll be no star.
I won't go so far
But people they still try to own me.
Don't do that, do this. Take care who you kiss.
Pin me to the spot where I'm spinnin' around.

I'm just a man
With no master plan.
I try very hard to hurt no one.
So why should they care how I wear my hair?
Can't they just take me as they find me?

DARK LOCHNAGAR (Words - Lord Byron; Air - D.C. Ramsay)
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses.
In you let the minions of luxury rove.
Restore me the rocks where the snowflake reposes
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love.
Yet Caledonia, belov'd are thy mountains
Round their white summits, the elements war
Though cateracts foam 'stead of smooth flowing fountains.
I sigh for the valley of Dark Lochnagar.

Ah! There my young footsteps in infancy wander'd
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid.,br> On chieftains long perished my memory ponder'd
As daily I strode through the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
Gave place to the rays of the bright Polar star.
For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story
Disclos'd by the natives of Dark Lochnagar.

Shades of the dead, have I not heard your voices
Rise on the night -rolling breath of the gale?
Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Round Lochnagar, while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy car;
Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers,
They dwell 'mid the trempest of Dark Lochnagar.

Years have rolled on Lochnagar since I left you!
Years must roll on ere I see you again.
Though nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you
Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.
England thy beauties are tame and domestic
To one who has roamed o'er mountains afar.
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic
The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar

YE JACOBITES BY NAME (Robert Burns)
Ye Jacobites by name
Lend an ear, lend an ear.
Ye jacobites by name lend an ear.
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim.
Your doctrines I maun blame
You shall hear, you shall hear.
Your doctrines I maun blame -
You shall hear.

What is right and what is wrang
By the law, by the law?
What is right and what is wrang by the law?
What is right and what is wrang?
A short sword and a lang.
A weak arm and a strang for tae draw!

What makes heroic strife
Famed afar famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife?
To whet the assassin's knife.
Or hunt a parent's life, wi' bluidy war.

Then let your schemes alone,
In the state, in the state.
Then let your schemes alone in the state!
Then let your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun,
And leave a man undone to his fate.