ah.... Scotland, one of the islands of sons and daughters of the Gael,
where the green-green grass of home requires three hundred years of cultivation,
before it's properly responsive as horticulture.
A country where they expect you to look up and see a sky blue flag,
with a big white cross on it, before the heavens.
This offshore overseas lowlander is also here for you.
There was this flugelhornist, this Scottish flugelhornist,
she typed from fa awa, her server had broke in twa,
and now she's sighin', her heart is cryin',
for all the providers her end using used to know.
You could wait a thousand years now.
and... and... even though teddy's a Duckmeister,
I should be more than a Rearadmiralappasionatta,
losing hundreds of messages when a domain rebuild happened here,
a couple of years ago.
Hey, if lots of messages is what does it for you, teddy bare it all the way.
I'm sorry, it's the blues talk coming out of me.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I didn't see Jimi Hendrix.
You're right, I don't want to know.
I did catch some blues up there, feeling sad I couldn't afford Marshall stacks,
all the effect changes he went through, the Stratocasters, oh yeah...
yeah, you just don't be no average white bland.
