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  1. HollowHorn

    Scottish Independence ...

    Looking forward to it.
  2. HollowHorn

    Scottish Independence ...

    I don't mind that the 'Chief Secretary to the Treasury' gives advice to the Chancellor, that's part of his job. It does annoy me that it was made public though. It then becomes a policy statement from a supposedly 'unbiased' official. Oh dear, this may well change my opinion on the whole dam thing: http://eveningharold.com/2014/02/13/scots-cant-leave-uk-and-keep-buckfast-tonic-wine-says-chancellor/
  3. HollowHorn

    Scottish Independence ...

    Put me down for a yes vote. It's going to be closer than a lot of people think. Sgriob, have a listen to Tommy Sheridan on the subject: http://www.youtube.com/attribution_link?a=nAES0qgskrs&u=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dh6GsEKrCvgw%26feature%3Dshare
  4. HollowHorn

    West End (and surrounding area) Arf.

    Kelvinbridge in 1968: Fjord over on Urban Glasgow provided me with the following photos (His comments also) Kelvinbridge Station during the summer of 1968,this was the scene in glorious Technicolor. Just look at the wooden detailing on those panels, not unlike that found on West Highland line stations also built by Glasgow architect James Miller. I wonder why the river was blocked from view from the station with the elaborate woodwork, was it purely cosmetic or to keep out the elements? Close up showing the attention to detail on the exterior. Check out the large oil stain next to the cut out section of the planks at the abutment and the heavily soiled stonework. Looks like someone has been furtively tipping oil into the river over a period of time! Original versions here: Large: http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3751/12371736773_2137de1ece_k.jpg Massive: http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3751/12371736773_76ec5eb947_o.jpg
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    Otago St.

    Some interesting historical information on Otago St.: http://www.hiddenglasgow.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=12260
  6. HollowHorn

    Ye cannae go aff topic oan this threid...

    Shut yir eyes and it could be Helen Keller.
  7. HollowHorn

    Clouds

    What about: Something Inside So Strong (Labi Siffri) The higher you build your barriers The taller I become The farther you take my rights away The faster I will run You can deny me You can decide to turn your face away No matter, cos there's.... Something inside so strong I know that I can make it Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong You thought that my pride was gone Oh no, something inside so strong Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong The more you refuse to hear my voice The louder I will sing You hide behind walls of Jericho Your lies will come tumbling Deny my place in time You squander wealth that's mine My light will shine so brightly It will blind you Cos there's...... Something inside so strong I know that I can make it Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong You thought that my pride was gone Oh no, something inside so strong Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong Brothers and sisters When they insist we're just not good enough When we know better Just look 'em in the eyes and say I'm gonna do it anyway I'm gonna do it anyway Something inside so strong And I know that I can make it Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong You thought that my pride was gone Oh no, something inside so strong Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong Brothers and sisters When they insist we're just good not enough When we know better Just look 'em in the eyes and say I'm gonna do it anyway I'm gonna do it anyway I'm gonna do it anyway I'm gonna do it anyway Because there's something inside so strong And I know that I can make it Tho' you're doing me, so wrong You thought that my pride was gone Oh no, something inside so strong Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong Because there's something inside so strong And I know that I can make it Tho' you're doing me, so wrong You thought that my pride was gone Oh no, something inside so strong Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong Love a duck.
  8. HollowHorn

    Clouds

    (Bob Dylan via Pete Seeger) May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful May your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young Coney Island (Van Morrison) Coming down from downpatrick Stopping off at st. johns point Out all day birdwatching And the craic was good Stopped off at strangford lough Early in the morning Drove through shrigley taking pictures And on to killyleagh Stopped off for sunday papers at the Lecale district, just before coney island On and on, over the hill to ardglass In the jamjar, autumn sunshine, magnificent And all shining through Stop off at ardglass for a couple of jars of Mussels and some potted herrings in case We get famished before dinner On and on, over the hill and the craic is good Heading towards coney island I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes Streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine And all the time going to coney island Im thinking, Would'nt it be great if it was like this all the time. Song of Being a Child (Via Van Morrison) When the child was a child It walked with arms hanging Wanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrent And this puddle, the sea When the child was a child, it didnt know It was a child Everything for it was filled with life and all life was one Saw the horizon without trying to reach it Couldnt rush itself and think on command Was often terribly bored And couldnt wait Passed up greeting the moments And prayed only with its lips When the child was a child It didnt have an opinion about a thing Had no habits Often sat crossed-legged, took off running Had a cow lick in its hair And didnt put on a face when photographed When the child was a child It was the time of the following questions Why am I me and why not you Why am I here and why not there Why did time begin and where does space end Isnt what I see and hear and smell Just the appearance of the world in front of the world Isnt life under the sun just a dream Does evil actually exist in people Who really are evil Why cant it be that I who am Wasnt before I was And that sometime i, the i, I am No longer will be the i, I am When the child was a child It gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding And on steamed cauliflower And now eats all of it and not just because it has to When the child was a child It woke up once in a strange bed And now time and time again Many people seem beautiful to it And now not so many and now only if its lucky It had a precise picture of paradise And now can only vaguely conceive of it at best It couldnt imagine nothingness And today shudders in the face of it Go for the ball Which today rolls between its legs With its Im here it came Into the house which now is empty When the child was a child It played with enthusiasm And now only with such former concentration Where its work is concerned When the game, task, activity, subject happens to be its work When the child was a child It was enough to live on apples and bread. and its still that way When the child was a child berries fell Only like berries into its hand. and still do The fresh walnuts made its tongue raw. and still do Atop each mountain it craved Yet a higher mountain. and in each city it craved Yet a bigger city. and still does Reach for the cherries in the treetop As elated as it still is today Was shy in front of strangers. and still is It waited for the first snow. and still waits that way When the child was a child It waited restlessly each day for the return of the loved one And still waits that way When the child was a child It hurled a stick like a lance into a tree And its still quivering there today Hope this helps. X
  9. HollowHorn

    New song from Mumford & Sons

    Well, here is one from the spokesman of his generation: "That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon" Here another 5 pages of the man's moon obsession: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/search/all/moon Here is another classic from the man: "I’ve seen all these decoys through a set of deep turquoise eyes And I feel so depressed" And one more howler: "We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple mur- Der On him, He ain't no Gentlemen Jim." No, if Bob ain't a poet, what chance does Marcus Mumford have?
  10. HollowHorn

    New song from Mumford & Sons

    What constitutes a lazy lyric? Mayhap this one is a tad more energetic:
  11. HollowHorn

    Make it snappy.

    Hard as it was going up, it was much harder on the way down. Pat,I was out with Gordon to-day, he was telling me that he had you up the Maryhill Burgh Halls last week (Ooo err missus!) Pretty impressive, eh no?
  12. HollowHorn

    Make it snappy.

    Made it up Ben Lomond on Sunday, hard going it was too. Took me around 5 hours (4 to get up & 1 go get down) Ben Lomond. by hollowhorn, on Flickr Ben Lomond. by hollowhorn, on Flickr
  13. HollowHorn

    Stolen statue Kelvingrove

    Oh aye, Spring forward, I forgot.
  14. HollowHorn

    Where am I?

    I think Pat's right.
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