Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
From Roddy “the best known song from this album, and maybe my best known solo song. Written with John in the Dudley Drive flat. We were listening a lot to The Band then (and now also!) i suppose we were going for that feel. Quite country, relaxed, stoned.
not that we were stoned.
‘Your face it held...
If you never leave the highlands
Like you're drowning under rain
And your sadness tastes like whiskey
And my body breathes the same
And i'll drain my wisdom empty
Just to feel that space again
But you know nothing is as silent
And my secret is my silence
My secret is my silence
And my silence is in vain
I'm sick of living in these buildings
That were built in blood and rain
But from the warm side of the window
The views always look the same
But your face it held the stories
Full of dreams it can't contain
But you know nothing is as silent
And my secret is my silence
My secret is my silence
And my silence is in vain
But you know nothing is as silent
And my secret is my silence
Any my secret is my silence
And my silence is in vain
And you held on to a country
From the kailyard to the grave
And you spoke in quickly written verses
Hidden in your gaelic name
To approach land without a harbour
To find your way home
And you approach land without a harbour
And find your way home
And you approach land without a harbour
And find your way home
And you approach land without a harbour
And find your way home
And you approach land without a harbour
And find your way home
And you approach land without a harbour
And find your way home
By a nicotine flame
But you know nothing is as silent
And my secret is my silence
Any my secret is my silence
And my silence is in vain