Tag: Paisley
Heavenly Love
A tribute to my Uncle Bill Roy
I know why you couldn’t wait
your love had wedged the gate
keeping it open for you to slide through
so once again she could be close to you.
You slipped off when you had the chance
To be reunited in the eternal dance,
Free at last from your earthly bounds,
you smile and laugh as you spin her round
You don’t hear the angels serenading
As they join you both in celebrating
heavenly love returning home.
My Love for Irene Roy
What love has connected
no distance can divide
I am always with you,
in the love you have inside.
Until we meet again my love
I’ll never be far away.
Tune into your heart
where I’ll always stay
Together in the laughter,
together in the tears
As we have always been
during our many happy years
Until we meet again my love
don’t think I’m far away
Tune into your heart
where I’ll always stay
The Clubhouse Mixtape Remastered

Shall we take a trip down memory lane to Somewhere Only we Know where we all went a tad Insane in the membrane. Where stair dwellers, and shoe gazers, met boys in hats wearing velvet blazers, over and over again. Doc boots on a Hippychick, New Shoes, to the carpet stick! My Generation had no Geordie Shores for our Teenage Kicks, just Newcastle Brown Ale and plain, old sick.
They told me I’m an indie kid until I started to rave but Freaky Dancin‘ was all I really craved. This Music is Shit play some Kylie. There She Goes again, the DJ’s laugh, looking a tad wily. You’re Unbelievable, Rashelle, it’s too cheesy to be cool but singing Hallelujah and Spinning Around I knew I was Nobody’s Fool. I was Losing my Religion but I had found My Church and on the door, we were greeted by a guy we called Big Lurch. In the Clubbie, an Unfinished Symphony had begun, Dancing in the Dark we were shone on by The Suns and as Shiny, Happy People twirled under a Waterfall we were introduced to a girl named Victoria by a band called The Fall.
She’s a Rainbow we discovered Dancing Naked in the Rain as we teleported to a Mersey Paradise over and over again. We got to know The Shamen who taught us to Move any Mountain and fed our souls with spiritual food before introducing us to a shady guy named Ebenezeer Goode.
I missed the party when The Farm came to town and as they sang All together now at Tracey’s, wee Shelley did frown. We made for the border and networked a lot, we were a tad naughty but never got caught. From Soul to Soul to Robbie’s Angel, we have stories to tell and though we had Sympathy for the Devil we didn’t go Straight to Hell. With No Limits, we wandered into Strawberry Fields and discovered Groove is in the Heart, Learning to Fly, as we planned the Revolution we’d start.
On the Last Train to Transcendental we went a bit mental as we asked What Time is Love? And,/ in the light of the Blue Sunshine danced with a Looking Glass Girl wearing The Glove.
Another Brick in the Wall left us quite dazed but as The Doors opened, we were no longer fazed. On a Perfect, Fairground Attraction trying to get some action but it seems I can’t get no Satisfaction. Still, I Feel Good, as I down a Funky, Cold Medina before I Turn Around and see myself as a Dancing Queen crowned by Abba.
His Girlfriend in a coma, plays In the Dark, as we remember old friends who on our hearts left a mark. Feeling ridiculous as we Sit Down with James, before we Jump Around to House of Pain. Wearing My Favourite Dress wondering Should I stay or Should I go? before tequila slammers get me in a mess. I Wanna be Adored but it’s Closing Time so grab your coats, there’s a party at mine.
Where’s me Jumper? I Scream over the noise as I fall into the eyes of a gorgeous boy. “Are you going to go my way?” I whisper, Like a Prayer as someone cries “Touch me, I’m Sick” from the Clubhouse stairs. “Help!” he moans as he spews into his combats, while wearing a kaftan. “Everything’s Gonna be All RIght, Just Relax and Enjoy Yourself, Rocketman.”
“ I Knew You Were Waiting” I beamed. Things Can Only Get Better, unless this is just a D-Ream. “Ever fallen in love? he asks as I swoon, under the light of The Whole of the Moon. This could be a Perfect Day if you Touch Me, I think to myself, maybe I’m being Naive and I’m really on the Highway to Hell. It’s a Sin, but I can’t resist this Temptation. Electric Dreams fill my mind and deliver a New Sensation and my heart explodes in Fascination.
You’re a Wild Thing, little Foxy Lady he whispers as the Purple Rain soaks us under the light of the moon. Be My Bloody Valentine, I plead. He nods and reply’s “I will be, Soon.”
“Do you remember the first time?” I asked “What’s the story, morning glory? in the Love Shack?”
“Is this A Kind of Magic? you whispered back . We walked home together, hand in hand, and with One Kiss, we transported to Wonderland.
Mods, rockers, sinners and saints, Under the Bridge back in the day.
Imagine that, now all that’s left to say is Thank You for the Music to friends new and old, from down Paisley way.

Love and Laughter , Rashelle
The Clubhouse Mixtape

Shall we take a trip down memory lane to when we went Insane in the membrane. Where stair dwellers, and shoe gazers, met boys in hats in velvet blazers. Doc boots on a Hippychick, new shoes, to the carpet stick! No Geordie Shores for our Teenage Kicks, was it Newky Brown or plain, old sick.
They told me I’m an indie kid until I started to rave but Freaky Dancin‘ was all I really craved. This Music is Shit please play some Kylie. There She Goes again, the DJ’s laugh looking a tad wily. You’re Unbelievable, Rashelle, it’s too cheesy to be cool but Spinning Around I knew I was Nobody’s Fool. I was Losing my Religion but I had found My Church and on the door, we were greeted by a guy we called Big Lurch. In the Clubbie, an Unfinished Symphony had begun, in the darkness we were even shone on by The Suns.
I missed the party when The Farm came to town and as they sang All together now, wee Shelley did frown. We made for the border and networked a lot, we were a tad naughty but never got caught. From Soul to Soul to Robbie’s Angel, we have stories to tell and though we have Sympathy for the Devil we didn’t go Straight to Hell. With No Limits, we danced in Strawberry Fields where we discovered that the Groove is in the Heart and on the Last train to Transcendental we went a bit mental.
Another Brick in the Wall left us quite dazed but as The Doors opened, we were no longer fazed. On a Perfect, Fairground attraction somehow we survived every fatal attraction. His Girlfriend in a coma, plays In the Dark, as we remember old friends who on our hearts, left a mark. Feeling ridiculous as we Sit Down with James, before we Jump Around to House of Pain. Wearing My Favourite Dress wondering Should I stay or Should I go now? before tequila slammers get me in a mess. I Wanna be Adored but it’s Closing Time so grab your coats, there’s a party at mine. Where’s me Jumper? I scream over the noise as I drown in the eyes of a gorgeous boy. “Ever fallen in love? he asks as I swoon, under the light of The Whole of the Moon. Do you remember the first time? you whispered “What’s the story, morning glory?” in the Love Shack. “Is this A Kind of Magic? I whispered back.
Mods, rockers, sinners and saints, with trains overhead back in the day.
Cheers, Rashelle
Extended version coming soon – Watch this Space
Misericordia et Pax
It commemorates Abbot John Hamilton, one of the three natural
sons of James Hamilton, first Earl of Arran. Appointed in 1625,
through the favour of his father, he exercised great influence over
his brother James, second Earl of Arran, Governor of Scotland
during the minority of Queen Mary. He was appointed Bishop of
Dunkeld in 1543, and promoted to the Archbishopric of St.
Andrews in 1549. A firm adherent of Queen Mary, he was con-
demned by the regent Lennox, and was hanged at Stirling on the
1st April, 1570.
After the execution, the body of the archbishop was quartered, but his mangled remains are said to have been carried by his friends to Paisley, and there interred. In the abbey church is a tablet which looks as if it had once marked his grave. Upon it are the archbishop’s armorial bearings, the letters his initials J. H., and the motto he adopted, Misericordia et Pax.
Abbot John Hamilton
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She
She stood lonely on the mountain top, surveying all the World
She wandered back in time to when she was just a girl.
She looked over land and sea, her eyes wet with tears.
She searched for answers in the midst of her fears.
She walked the path back down, determined not to fall.
She answered the silent voice no-one but her could hear call.
She crumpled like a piece of paper, more than she’ll admit.
She moved forward step by step, determined not to quit.
She fell to her knees, laying broken on the floor.
She surrendered everything, leaving her baggage at the door.
She danced in the moonlight as the rain washed it all away.
She sings Halleluiah in praise each and every day.
She shines even brighter, now she walks The Way.
#TheWay #She #Halleluiah
Holy Hexagrams!
Providence has cast favour
Keep going, never waiver.
Sail with me, take my hand.
It’s time to play in wonderland.

We talked and talked for hours,
When Thoth turned up for tea.
I couldn’t believe he’d come,
That he had chosen me.
“As above, so below.”
Oh my dear, I have to go.
Call me any time, night or day.
I am only ever a thought away.
Worlds within worlds, never forget,
Live your life without regrets.
Ra’s returning, the sun will shine.
Don’t worry lass, there’s still time.
Don’t leave your destiny unfulfilled,
You have the power, you have the will,
Follow your heart, start again.
New beginnings are at the end.
“Holy Hexagrams!” ~ he exclaimed.
As he embraced me once again
Providence has cast favour
Keep going, never waiver.
Sail with me, take my hand.
It’s time to play in Wonderland.

Entranced by the Music
The fool-hearty,
the wise
the joker in guise
The message appears
before your eyes
Captivated,
enjoying the dance.
Lost in the music
totally entranced.
A heavenly chorus
immersed in light,
a heart resurrected
a wondrous sight.
Radical Roots
Yesterday the rage burned
today the tide’s turned.
With forked tongues
you speak Tannahill’s name
but you’d ignore him still
if he was born again.
You’d wave Wilson off
with cheerful glee.
While sitting on
the establishment’s knee.
Excluded, rejected,
suicidal, dejected.
His body found
in Candren Burn
Too young by far for
an unsanctified urn.
He whispers to me
from times goneby
As together we ask
Why oh why?
Radical roots under
the streets of Paisley
Unlike my friend
deaf ears won’t phase me
The martyrs rise
a radical revival
blossoming still
for our survival.
So many tales
still to be told
the Paisley pattern
of the brave and bold.
#InTannahillsTrails #PaisleyRadicals #BraveandBold