Seven Nations (2000)
01. Big Dog
02. All You People
03. Under The Milky Way
04. O'er The Moor and Amoung The Heather
05. Twelve
06. King of Oblivion
07. Jig In E Minor
08. Scream
09. The Surprise Ceilidh Band Set
10. Seeds of Life
11. God
12. The Pipe Set
13. Trains
Big Dog
(Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)
Maybe we're the ones to blame
And maybe we're the ones who are insane
Well I stole a line for God
When I said set this house on fire
Get me out of here
Because man I'm growing tired
Of seeing all these faces disappear
I don't know and I don't care
But something's got to change
Something's got to change
Something's got to change around here
Listen for the sound of falling leaves
And pray for the air at night too thick to breathe
If a tree should fall at night
And there's no one there to hear
Will it make a sound?
Will it disappear?
There's no more need to fight
Because we've all been kicked around
No more to need to steal
So put the big dog down
All You People
(Written Kirk McLeod and Aiden McGovern, arranged by Seven Nations)
All you people
Won't you come into the right
There's no need to fight anymore today
All you people
All you people
It seems too strange to me
That when we can talk so clear
We leave so much in doubt
When we can talk so clear
We leave so much in doubt
All you people
While my song is in the air
You're all welcome to share
My smoke, my wine
All you people
All you people
And it seems so strange to me
When we can talk so clear
We leave so much in doubt
When we can talk so clear
We leave so much in doubt
And I still wonder that the fussing
And the fighting and the shouting's all about
Na na na na na, all you people
Na na na na na, all you people
I'm already gone
So don't wake me because I'm already gone
Don't wake me
I'm already gone
Under The Milky Way
(Written by Kilbey/Jansson, arranged by Seven Nations)
Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty
The sound of the breath fades with the light
I think about the loveless fascination
Under the Milky Way tonight
Lower the curtain down in Memphis
Lower the curtain down all right
I've got no time for private consultation
Under the Milky Way tonight
Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find
And it's something quite peculiar
Something that's shimmering and white
That leads you here despite your destination
Under the Milky Way tonight
O'er the Moor and Among the Heather
(Traditional; arranged by Dan Stacey and Kirk McLeod)
Twelve
(Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)
Out from the ashes of gray desire
Out from the dream and into the fire
I said a lot, it won't mean thing
After she's gone these words will sting
No gods could be that cruel to me
No gods could be that cruel to me
Six minutes gone and I'm still alive
And I never thought that I would survive
With pieces of eight and odd bits of string
Are all I remember when I hear her sing
No gods could be that cruel to me
No gods could be that cruel to me
And I blame the sun
And I blame the moon
I blame myself
And I blame you
Twelve minutes gone and I'm still alive
And who would have thought that we would survive
With all lines repeating and nothing rehearsed
I feel so stupid, I feel I'm cursed
I don't want to think anymore
I don't want to think anymore
No gods could be that cruel to me
No gods could be that cruel to me
King of Oblivion
(Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)
Between the refuge of the interstate overpass
And the Sun State building stretching twenty-four stories to the skies
Car tires and cat's eyes sing a lullaby
He walks the sidewalk like he's dancing on fire
He climbs the fire escape like there's no place higher than his room
He can feel all eyes upon him when he moves
If you see me I'll be hypnotized
From the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands
Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing
Hail to the King of oblivion
He's born on Friday but he's Saturday's child
From his room down the hall I hear his radio dialed to a
Broadway serenade
As ashes on beer cans make their promenade
If you see me I will be mesmerized
From my empty row I feel moved to my feet
Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing
Hail to the King of oblivion
And he looks around him
And he finds himself alone
But rewards of unconsciousness
Are yet to be had, to be had
If you see me I'll be hypnotized
From the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands
Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing
Hail to the King of oblivion
If you see me I'll be mesmerized
From my empty row I feel moved to my feet
When his song is complete I hear the people sing
Hail to the King of oblivion
Of oblivion
Jig in E Minor
(Arranged by Dan Stacey)
E Minor Jig (traditional)
The Moon Coin (traditional)
Shawn's Lament For He is in Hell (Dan Stacey)
Limerick Lassies (traditional)
Scream
(Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)
I hold my hands in front of me to block my line of sight
It seems my eyes are growing tired of staring in the light
The more I see the more I feel the less I want to know
Because if you think to much you'll blow your mind
You might just lose control and scream
I walk the line ahead of me my eyes fixed to the ground
I hear a voice that calls to me I don't dare make a sound
You can see the hate you can taste the anger
You can hold it in your hands
I could take a knife and split it open but still I wouldn't understand
And I scream from the earth
I scream at the sky
And I scream for all I'm worth
I hope you're coming soon
I hope you're coming soon
So many people
Believe in life
I hope you're coming soon
Something just occurred to me that I think I knew before
It comes to me like a creeping shadow
Like a light from a half closed door
Do I think too much or not enough
Do I even have a clue
Because here I stand a single person
Is there anything I can do
And I scream from the earth
I scream at the sky
And I scream for all I'm worth
I hope you're coming soon
And I scream from the earth
I scream at the sky
And I scream for all I'm worth
I hope you're coming soon
I hope you're coming soon
The Surprise Ceilidh Band Set
(All traditional, arranged by Seven Nations)
Scotland the Brave
Wearin' of the Green
The Rakes of Mallow
Seeds of Life
(Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)
Ooh how my mind moves to green when I close my eyes
Because green is the color of life, life I'm denied
Seeds of hope, seeds of faith
Will you grow, grow to escape
Prison walls and grow greener
And carry me far away
Ooh how the time moves so slow while my garden grows
But hope's my companion, time without, well often I've known
Well I won't, and I will
And I won't, I won't stop until
You grow strong, and grow greener
And carry me far away
Carry me far away
Take me and then arrest me
Take me, don't leave me long
Don't
Seeds of hope, seeds of faith
Will you grow, grow to escape
Prison walls and grow greener
And carry me far away
Carry me far away
God
(Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)
No I never drink my poison
No I never let you see
No I never drink my poison
Unless it's good for me
No I never ponder confusion no
Or sit around and wait to see
Or watch the outcome of a certain situation
I had in mind for eternity
Yeah it's up to me
What will be is up to me
No I never make a choice unless it's up to me
And I never give a reason
No I never sink my teeth in
No I never take a bite
No I never sink my teeth in unless I feel the right
No I never play the jokerman
Sit around and wait to see
Or watch the outcome of a certain situation
I had in mind for eternity
Yeah it's up to me
What will be is up to me
No I never make a choice unless it's got to be
And I never give a reason
It's up to me; It's up to me
What will be is up to me
No I never make a choice unless it's got to be
And I never give a reason
The Pipe Set
(Arranged by Scott Long and Dan Stacey)
Father John Angus Rankin (Jerry Holland)
The Laird of Drumblair (J. Scott Skinner)
D Reel/Humors of Cork (traditional)
Trains
(Written & arranged by Kirk McLeod)
Please don't tell me you want to go home now
There must be something, something that we could be doing
Let's stay out, the trains will run until morning
Because I don't want to go
Please don't make me go
I don't want to go home to bed now
Please don't tell me you want to sleep now
There must be something, something that we should be doing
Let's stay up the trains will run until morning
Because I don't want to go
Please don't make me go
I don't want to go home to bed now
Because when I close my eyes
There's too much time between
When I close them and the time I fall to sleep
But please don't think that I'm weak hearted
Because I don't want to go
Please don't make me go
I don't want to go home to bed now
