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

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

Light and Music, Paisley Abbey.

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

Martyr;s Grave (24).JPGYesterday 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

Snow Scenes 2

On Saturday 16th and Sunday 17th January Paisley was covered in a blanket of pure white, it’s all just pretty much melted away but the memories sledging down Saucel Hill will last a life-time. If I remember to back them up, my pics might too.  Warm wishes, Rashelle x

Renfrewshire Remembering Hiroshima

MB  DSC_8790DSC_8791  Anne, Collom and Mhairi

“There is no war that serves any other purpose than to destroy but there is something that is different, an extra dimension, nuclear weapons because when a bomb falls and it’s victims are taken on instant impact it’s horrendous but when a nuclear bomb falls for those that survive, it’s only the beginning.  Gums will bleed, hair will fall out in clumps, skin will begin to erode, children will be born deformed with disabilities, they will be born with instant disadvantages, and yet, we have not seemed to learn from this.” Mhairi Black M.P. 

“What we must remember is what our purpose is, our purpose is to make sure this never happens again and the reality is that no matter where nuclear weapons exist, that no matter whose hands those nuclear weapons are in, we are one step away from this kind of event happening, so long as they exist in our society. So let’s keep going, let’s keep bringing this to the forefront of political debate and let’s make sure that the victims of this disaster and any other disasters are not forgotten and we make sure they are remembered through fighting for that better society.” Mhairi Black M.P. 

The Wishing Well, Paisley

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Whispered wishes,

hidden depths.

A holy book,

no bubbling brook

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silken red layers

gently opening

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bolts of brass,

forgotten tales

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I seek

I find

nothing

quenches

the thirst

within

to

know

more

Detail from the book reads:-

John, Chapter IV

13 Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again:

14 But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.

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