We say we're not like them A generation ago We came on the same ships we were hidden below We came seeking protection Away from the strife Away from the struggles and the hardships of life I'm not an incomer My parents were ghosts Sir I was born here So where would I go? There's ghosts on the motorway The world is on fire There's ghosts on the sandflats as the water gets higher and higher There's ghosts in the brothels Behind thick stony walls There's ghosts and their children in prison food halls I'm not an incomer My parents were ghosts Sir I was born here So where would I go?
Absolute perfection. Such a gentle touch on accordion, beautiful timbre in Kris' voice, haunting violin playing. Heartbreaking atmosphere. Repeat play...
RIP Clem, sorry you couldn't find peace on this earth. I'll have a beer with you and laugh at your crazy hats in the next one. Keep a place for me mate.
And here in the UK outside number 10 Downing Street and outside the home of our deplorable Home Secretary Suella Braverman. Herself of immigrant parents!
You're right, we should only have one kind of art and it should consist purely of works designed to further one groups political ends - that's definitely the kind of society I can get excited about being part of.
"where would I go"... every time I hear these words, sung in this ethereal way, it just makes my heart melt.
Every time I hear this I am transfixed. Perfectly played, perfectly sung, and perfectly written.
We say we're not like them
A generation ago
We came on the same ships we were hidden below
We came seeking protection
Away from the strife
Away from the struggles and the hardships of life
I'm not an incomer
My parents were ghosts
Sir I was born here
So where would I go?
There's ghosts on the motorway
The world is on fire
There's ghosts on the sandflats as the water gets higher and higher
There's ghosts in the brothels
Behind thick stony walls
There's ghosts and their children in prison food halls
I'm not an incomer
My parents were ghosts
Sir I was born here
So where would I go?
beautiful.. could have been written for the Clearances x
Absolute perfection. Such a gentle touch on accordion, beautiful timbre in Kris' voice, haunting violin playing. Heartbreaking atmosphere. Repeat play...
This is hauntingly beautiful.
Beautiful beyond words.
Beautiful, not quite sure what to say but one of those songs that touches the soul.
RIP Clem, sorry you couldn't find peace on this earth. I'll have a beer with you and laugh at your crazy hats in the next one. Keep a place for me mate.
Hauntingly beautiful, pardon the pun.
Such a beautiful haunting song. Just lovely. You have a huge fan here on Vancouver Island Canada🎶🎶💕
Heard this on BBC radio Scotland - beautiful!
A perfect song, perfectly played.
I can't find the words to say simply how much better this is than modern pop music songwriting
Perfection ❤
Is maith liom an t-amhrán seo go mór. Tá glór álainn ag Chris.
Aontaím leat.
Sub for uploading this video, seen them live (Green Man Festival...2013 -I think-)
, fucking great.
We should be playing this on loud speaker outside number 10 and BRAVERMAN’S house too!
I wish someone would sing this at a Trump rally
Sorry Chip, they wouldn't listen, they wouldn't understand.
@@guywallace1430 sadly, no. :(
And here in the UK outside number 10 Downing Street and outside the home of our deplorable Home Secretary Suella Braverman. Herself of immigrant parents!
what is bbc alba
The channel for the living language of Gaelic (Scottish)
They have some amazing music programmes :)
Alba is the Gaelic word for Scotland.
WTS is that dolly cam doing? Relax champ! Half speed at least.
The song may be beautiful BUT WE need an Anthem like "Talking About A Revolution" not this suicide'-inducing sludge
why should it be either or ?
Have you tried talking to your doctor about your problems?
You're right, we should only have one kind of art and it should consist purely of works designed to further one groups political ends - that's definitely the kind of society I can get excited about being part of.
:-D
Chill oot, everything has its place.