Scottish Fiction

I'm not really one for posting poetry, but I always thought this was really great. It's from Idlewild's 'Scottish Fiction', as written and read by Edwin Morgan.

It isn't in the mirror
It isn't on the page
It's a red-hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls
Of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a Red Road rage
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction
Scottish fiction

It isn't in the castle
It isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters
As they break to show
The new Black Death
With reactors aglow
Do you think your security
Can keep you in purity
You will not shake us off above or below
Scottish friction
Scottish fiction

Memories of London...

A little musical homesickness today, here's some wonderful things I used to (and still do) listen to in the 3 year gap between Holland and America... I miss you all.

Kings Of Convenience: Toxic Girl

Lowgold: Mercury

Ooberman: Million Suns

Embrace: You're Not Alone

Idlewild: Little Discourage