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Written and performed by Abigail Parry and myself for Burns Night 2016 at the Beer Boutique in Putney, with mild guitar accompaniment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(intro)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ground Control to Major Tom,
Is there a bard of rustic song?
But with a frater-feeling strong, here heave a sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ground Control to Major Tom,
Alas, how chang\u2019d the times to come!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

i.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One fond kiss, and then we sever;
One farewell, alas, for ever!
Never gonna fall for
Modern love. Walks beside me.
Modern love. Walks on by.
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not when it\u2019s sought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deep in heart-wrung tears I\u2019ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I\u2019ll wage thee.
Oh lordy. Oh lordy.
You know I need some loving.
The shrieking of nothing is killing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Wham, bam, thank you, ma\u2019am.
I gotta straighten my face.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I \u2013
Which came as some surprise. I thought you died
a long long time ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hot tramp, I love you so.
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o\u2019 life shall run.
Don\u2019t you wonder sometimes
\u2018bout sound and vision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time, he flexes like a whore,
falls wanking to the floor \u2013
catch the moments as they fly
and use them as you ought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Catch the moments as they fly \u2013
there\u2019s a starman waiting in the sky.
Believe me, happiness is shy,
and comes not when it\u2019s sought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

iii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you remember a guy that\u2019s been
in a masonic song?
I heard a rumour from Kilmarnock:
my love is like a red, red rose.
Great chieftain o\u2019 the pudding-race,
I\u2019m haggis, hope you\u2019re haggis too.
(A mother\u2019s lament for the death of her son.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beware o\u2019 bonie Ann;
Your heart she will trepan
In wood and wild, ye warbling throng.
Her blush is very like the morning, orning, orning, orning, orning.
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

iv.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I walked by myself, I said to myself,
And myself said again to me
Let the children lose it. Let the children use it.
Let all the children boogie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I answered myself, and I said to myself
Whatever be my degree
You\u2019re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks wait so patiently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home.
I\u2019m the laughing gnome and you can\u2019t catch me
Said the laughing gnome.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ha ha ha. Hee hee hee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

v.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ve got your mother in a whirl.
Her grief-worn heart\u2019s wild-eddying swirl.
She\u2019s not sure if you\u2019re a boy or a girl \u2013
Dark-muff\u2019d, outstretch\u2019d, down headlong hurl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hey, babe, your hair\u2019s all right.
Ye, like a rash-buss, stood in sight.
Hey, babe, let\u2019s go out tonight.
The star\u2019s shoot down wi\u2019 sklentin\u2019 light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You like me and I like it all,
Through the ragged roof and chinky wall.
We like dancing and we look divine.
Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You love bands when they\u2019re playing hard,
When thowes dissolve the snowy hoord.
They put you down, they say I\u2019m wrong,
So vengeance \u2018arm, ensanguin\u2019d, strong,
You tacky thing, you put them on
Beneath the milk-white thorn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rabbie, Rabbie, you\u2019ve torn your kilt.
Rabbie, Rabbie, yon ale is spilt.
Rabbie, Rabbie, nae mair shall flow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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