Biografia:
Brian McNeill is a multi-talent Scottish folk musician and song-writer. He was a founder member of Battlefield Band.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse]
F G C
I was listening to the news the other day
F G C
I heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say
F G C
He was proud to be Scottish, by the way
F G C
With the glories of our past to remember
F G C
"Here's tae us, wha's like us", listen to the cry
F G C
No surrender to the truth and here's the reason why
F G C
The power and the glory's just another bloody lie
F G C
They use to keep us all in line
[Chorus]
F C F C
For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
F C G
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
F C F C
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
F C G
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real
[Verse]
F G C
So farewell to the heather in the glen
F G C
They cleared us off once and they'd do it all again
F G C
For they still prefer sheep to thinking men
F G C
Ah, but men who think like sheep are even better
F G C
There's nothing much to choose between the old laird and the new
F G C
They still don't give a damn for the likes of me and you
F G C
Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it's due
F G C
And mind your bloody manners when you pay!
[Chorus]
F C F C
For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
F C G
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
F C F C
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
F C G
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real
[Verse]
F G C
And tell me will we never hear the end
F G C
Of puir bluidy Charlie at Culloden yet again?
F G C
Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen
F G C
Leavin better folk than him to be butchered
F G C
Or are you sittin in your Council house, dreamin o your clan?
F G C
Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land?
F G C
Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand
F G C
And count all the Princes in the queue!
[Chorus]
F C F C
For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
F C G
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
F C F C
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
F C G
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real
[Verse]
F G C
So don't talk to me of Scotland the Brave
F G C
For if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing left to save
F G C
Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave
F G C
While you wait for the Tartan Messiah?
F G C
He'll lead us to the Promised Land with laughter in his eye
F G C
We'll all live on the oil and the whisky by and by
F G C
Free heavy beer! Pie suppers in the sky! -
F G C
Will we never have the sense to learn?
[Last Chorus]
F C F C
That there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
F C G
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
F C F C
And I'm damned sure that there's plenty live in fear
F C G
Of the day we stand together with our shoulders at the wheel
Aye there's no Gods
F G C
I was listening to the news the other day
F G C
I heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say
F G C
He was proud to be Scottish, by the way
F G C
With the glories of our past to remember
F G C
"Here's tae us, wha's like us", listen to the cry
F G C
No surrender to the truth and here's the reason why
F G C
The power and the glory's just another bloody lie
F G C
They use to keep us all in line
[Chorus]
F C F C
For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
F C G
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
F C F C
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
F C G
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real
[Verse]
F G C
So farewell to the heather in the glen
F G C
They cleared us off once and they'd do it all again
F G C
For they still prefer sheep to thinking men
F G C
Ah, but men who think like sheep are even better
F G C
There's nothing much to choose between the old laird and the new
F G C
They still don't give a damn for the likes of me and you
F G C
Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it's due
F G C
And mind your bloody manners when you pay!
[Chorus]
F C F C
For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
F C G
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
F C F C
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
F C G
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real
[Verse]
F G C
And tell me will we never hear the end
F G C
Of puir bluidy Charlie at Culloden yet again?
F G C
Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen
F G C
Leavin better folk than him to be butchered
F G C
Or are you sittin in your Council house, dreamin o your clan?
F G C
Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land?
F G C
Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand
F G C
And count all the Princes in the queue!
[Chorus]
F C F C
For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
F C G
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
F C F C
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
F C G
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real
[Verse]
F G C
So don't talk to me of Scotland the Brave
F G C
For if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing left to save
F G C
Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave
F G C
While you wait for the Tartan Messiah?
F G C
He'll lead us to the Promised Land with laughter in his eye
F G C
We'll all live on the oil and the whisky by and by
F G C
Free heavy beer! Pie suppers in the sky! -
F G C
Will we never have the sense to learn?
[Last Chorus]
F C F C
That there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
F C G
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
F C F C
And I'm damned sure that there's plenty live in fear
F C G
Of the day we stand together with our shoulders at the wheel
Aye there's no Gods
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