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Some Scotland Songs.

The amount of love that I have for the UK has not been talked about much lately. But let me tell you, it is great.

So I am writing this in advance, setting it up and letting the internet hit publish while I am somewhere mid-Atlantic, en-route for a ten-day work trip to Glasgow.

I've known for the last six months or so that this song is going to be key to this trip:

It's the lyric "Give me something to believe in, Give me something to believe" that gets me. I'm convinced that this is the way many university students are thinking.

Paolo Nutini is from Glasgow and a fantastic artist. Although, the fact that he never stands up straight or opens his eyes while performing gives him the look of a perpetual stoner. Which is possible.

Over the last week, I've been reminded of how much I love this song:

I really can't do this on my own. And I don't particularly want to. So this is my prayer.

I can't write about Scotland without including this next song. I think it's illegal.

In the fall, I saw Dougie perform live. I blogged about it, and how we each have our own "Caledonia."

Last pick.

Forgive the footage from 1989. Just goes to show how classic this folk tune is...I expect to hear it at least once during the week, either at a pub or the ceilidh.


Jess said…
Heather just introduced me to Glasvegas. Check out their song "Geraldine". I think it's pretty appropriate for vision casting, too.

here's the version with lyrics:

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