First of all a little background...
I've dipped in and out of this group many times before but I've struggled with my place in all this and have lost count of the number of times I've thrown in the towel ...only to pick it up again.
A bit older now and more accepting of the fact I'm a hobby songwriter and I write these songs for fun now and dreams of any recognition beyond that are well and truly put to bed.
I am fairly prolific on the songwriting front - I started back in 2018 under the illusion of being a "band" but it was just me and a bass guitar and some effects and I released three EPs using this bass only set up... then I started dablling in more conventional electric guitar and released an EP paying tribute to my Grunge influnced days, followed by another album of bits and pieces that further developed my guitar playing.
I then hit a big lull and took down all my music as I was convinced I was done with it.. only to re-release it under my own name as a songwriter.
Now I find myself in some sort of punky / folky / trad scots territory which I will be honest I never saw coming.. which brings me to my latest song.. The Deal... it was influenced by the film highlander (and maybe slightly by tenacious D / Tribute
)
Spotify link
https://open.spotify.com/album/7qob7RtNXVBp6q55paMusS?si=RR1n9TUgTVavINynX9QfUgApple music link
https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-deal-feat-richard-ross/1743825460?i=1743825461youtube link
i=j0WWT2f6eHmX_4TR
and lyrics below
From the sleep of the dead
I was roused from my bed
and a pistol was thrust in my hand
We do or we die
was the rallying cry
my brothers and I made our stand
When the call to advance
filtered out through the ranks
well I shook from my head to my toes
Would I ever return
to the place that I yearn
from this field where the wild heather grows
Well we fought and we bled
keeping score with the dead
and with little remorse I’ll confess
I stared down my foe
but my blade was too slow
and his spear found its mark on my chest
I remember that day
as I faded away
and the light left my eyes as they closed
then the world turned to black
I was dead on my back
in a field where the wild heather grows
Well the devil he rose
from his throne made of bones
and he said there’s a road you can take
but it carries a toll
and the price is your soul
if a deals what you are willing to make
so my thoughts turned to home
and the life that I’d know
and I begged for forgiveness and chose
Then I opened my eyes
staring up at the sky
in a field where the wild heather grows
Precious few from that day
made it back from the fray
and returned to the home that we knew
My family they wept
I was bound by my debt
to the devil and payment was due
so they pushed and they jeered
driven on by the fear
I was exiled in nought but my clothes
though my body survived
sure a part of me died
in that field where the wild heather grows