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@AUTHOR: Runrig
@ALBUM: The Big Wheel

@SONG: Headlights

The headlights swing across the
naked headth. Through the silent
miles the empty spaces. With the
drinking boys. The dancing wine.
Somewhere outside the laughing
glass burns in your eye. Elvis is
still the king the long road home.
The flushed caress the trmbling
heart. She's in your arms
electric chord's accordian bands.

@SONG: Healer In Your Heart

There's a watcher waiting on the
edge of the world with the
thoughts that nver darken whn the
lights go down. In the rhythm of
living and the shifting tribe
through the cities of destruction
in these graceless times. In the
smallness of one heartbeat power
overthrow. In the oneness of the
journey for a homing soul. With
the spirits of the mighty here
since day began. A shadow rushes
through the grasslands to the
dying sun. For the universe and
the stars are around you now. But
the healer in your heart is only
a breath away. For there's
silence and there's blindness in
a raging world. But the healer in
your heart is only a moment away.

@SONG: Abhainn An T - Sluaigh

Chaneil an t-adhar os cionn
Lunnainn a nochd soileir no
dorch. Fada bho abhainn an
t-sluaigh. Gun sgial air coinneal
mor latha no reultan na
h-oidhche. Fada bho abhainn an
t-sluaigh. An sea s'am baile gun
chadal gun fhois is gun saorsa.
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh.
Casan a' gluasad an abhainn an
tuil. Fada bho abhainn an
t-sluaigh. Na cuibhlichean's
cabhaig a tionndaidh gun sgur.
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh.
Cus ag adhradh beairteas air
altair an tshaoghail. Fada bho
abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cach gun
dochas gun dachaidh air sraidean
gun ghaol. Fada bho abhainn an
t-sluaigh. Leis gach dath s'gach
creideamh gach cainnt as gach
cearn. Fada bho abhainn an
t-sluaigh. Gach ceist is gach
freagairt sios an abhainn gu
cuan. Fada bho abhainn an
t-sluaigh.

@SONG: transl. The Crowed River

The skies above London are
neither clear nor dark. The great
candle of daylight and the stars
of the night cannot be seen. In
this city that never sleeps there
is no quit no stillness.
Footsteps keep moving. The river
in full flood. The relentless
wheels keep turning without
pause. Many worshipping wealth at
the world's altar. Others without
hope or home on streets that hold
no love. With the various races
creeds and languages from all
corners of the globe. Each
question and answer rushing down
the river to the ocean. The need
to be far from the crowded river.

@SONG: Always The Winner

When you close your eyes there's
a frightened pride that lives
for you. That your mothers life
and your fathers eyes can't
hide. You had no choice didn't
ask the dice too fall for you.
Still your courage comes like
thunder through the skies. So
you carry time down the tortured
line where mysteries show. Well
hidden from lifes learned and
lifes wise. Mans useless ways
and worthless conversation lie
well exposed and humbled in your
smile. Always the winner, the
victor and the giver. Somewhere
through that winter you'll never
be alone. For evermore the
winner. The taker and the giver.
Somewhere through that winter
you will not grow old. Still you
run out in the morning with the
boys and the girls. The miracle
of innocence on a head of curls.
We'll search every reason
wherever we roam to find a place
for these broken hearts and
bones. We'll keep a fire on the
hillsides after the summers gone
and we'll wait here till the
war-wounded come home.

@SONG: This Beautiful Pain

Day was young and desire was
stirred. Summer was all but
gone. Light was fading from the
side of your face. Sinking low
in the corn. All that's constant
and wise I still see in your
eyes it was always this way from
the start. Right here whre I
stand on the last of the land.
Bur you're still breaking the
heart. Now all I have is rushing
right through my hands. Sailing
over the seas. Down that tide
where fresh and salt combine.
All victories are released. We
who wrestle the years have
traded our fears for a glimpse
of ecstasy in the dark. Turning
ice in the fire but still we're
denied. But you're still
breaking the heart. The skies
turned red without failure. They
held their promise and dread
till the last. You put all of my
youth in my future. You put the
future back into my past. So
shine a light and shine it
brightly now. You know it all
takes it's course. And all the
many ways I've tried so hard to
reach this potent source. On the
day behind time across the
divide. Along the cord came all
light out of dark. Now I stand
amaze in this beautiful pain.
But you're still breaking the
heart.

@SONG: An Cuibhle Mor

Na cuibhlichean a' tionndadh. An
rathad deas agus tuath. Na
cuibhlichean a gluasad mar tha'
saoghal iad a tionndadh mun
cuairt. Na cuibhlichean a
tionndadh, gach duthaich muir
agus tir. Tro ghleanntan tro'
bhailtean a dh'ionnsaigh an aite
agaibh fhein'. An cuibhle mor
nach stad gu brath. Tionndadh
oganaich gu aois. A' nochd tha'n
rathad mor n'ar coinneamh. Gun
am ann acg an drasda. 'S ioma la
chaidh seachad. A ghaoth a
sedeadth tro an uir. 'S ioma la
bha 'ghrian ag eirigh oirnn.
Seasamh anns an eorna nuair a
bha sin og. Aghmhor. Aghmhor. A
ruith tro na raointean 's iad
a'fas. Abaich. Orach. Coimhead
ri na speuran. 'S ioma la 'S
ioma la. Feitheamh 'son a
chuairt. Glaschu. Dun Eideann.
Inbhirnis. Sruighlea.
Steornabhagh. Obar Dheadhain. An
Gearasdan. Dun Deagh. Lunnainn.
A'Ghearmailt. Eirinn. Ameiriga.
An cuibhle mor cuibhle mor.

@SONG: transl. The Big Wheel

The wheels keep turning. The
road stretches north and south.
The wheels keep moving. Like the
globe they keep turning around.
The wheels keep turning. Through
each country land and sea.
Through the glents and the
cities towards the place that
you call your own. This is the
big wheel that never stands
still. Turning our youth to old
age. Tonight the road reaches
out before us and the present
time is the only time we have.
Many are the days that have
gone. The wind blowing through
the dust of the earth. Many are
the days that the sun rose on us
Standing in the barley when we
were young. Joyful. Joyful.
Running through the fields as
they grew. Ripe. Golden. Looking
towards the open skies waiting
for the journey. Glasgow.
Edinburgh. Invernes. Stirling.
Stornoway. Aberdeen.
Fort-William. Dundee. London.
Germany. Ireland. America. The
big wheel. The big wheel.

@SONG: Edge Of The World

All the homes on the globe are
like the television in your
eyes. A cross guarding your
heart the living years a
sacrifice. A shiver at the door
in the night, clouds cross a
black moonlight. Rushing on down
to the sound of a turning world.
There's a south by sou'westerly
force eight coming in strong.
Across the continental shelf
from the cold grey Malin beyond.
The need to keep control. The
need to stand alone at the edge
of the world. The adrenalin
infrastructure bringing on it's
troubles some more. All the laws
of the jungle stranded on your
latest shore. But the waves hold
the healer force. The years
disappear like a ghost.
Somewhere out of the sight of
the night and the light of day.
Now civilisation groans and the
news reel cries. Like a drowning
man his life in front of his
eyes. But the need to keep
control. The need to bare the
soul at the edge of the world.
And the man from St. Kilda went
over the cliff on a winters day.
At the edge of the world. At the
edge of the world.

@SONG: Hearthammer

With the eyes of a child the
wonder of it all. I used to
search the stars at night and I
felt so safe and small. Sweet
sounds from a Merseytown and my
nursery God. I wanted to ride
with Yuri Gagarin as he circled
all around my world. Lying under
the covers. Radio on. Settle
down with Caroline as she sailed
all summer long. Sweetheart of
the Rodeo. Mining Hearts of
Gold. I think it was somewhere
post Rubber Soul. There was the
first caress. There were the
Labour years. There was the man
that walked the moon something I
never really believed. The Di
Stefano twists the Charlton
goals. Now I'm still here with
the eyes of a child the wonder
never grows old. Hearthammer.
The wonder never grows old.

@SONG: I'll Keep Coming Home

When I'm away please take good
care of my heart. And when I'm
gone say a prayer for love.
'Cause there's cities and clouds
in my eyes. The empty streets
and the raining nights. Wherever
the highway unwinds I'll keep
coming home. Love on a wire.
Strangers walk out on the town.
Long distance words. Outside
leave the night to the young.
Cause its touchdowns runways and
roads. The bright lights the
silver and gold. Wherever the
moment goes cold I'll keep
coming home. I'll keep coming
home to you.

@SONG: Flower Of The West

Sunburst. The morning moar. The
light of God. The heart of
youth. I look around me. My eyes
find their rest on this garden
the flower of the west. Sunrise.
The colour frontier. The ageing
light. The sight that knows no
fear. I look over Orinsay to the
Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter.
And the road to Ahmore. The
silent skies. An innocent heart
Holding the moment away from
time in the dark. All I see. All
I know. Is touching the sacred
earth warming the hallowed
ground. I survive the childhood
universe and I step the naked
heath where the breathing of the
vanished lies in acres round my
feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch
Fada and the flatlands to the
east where the dark blue mass of
Eval meets the rising Rock of
Lee. Between the Crogary and
Mairi I started to descend Loch
Aongais on my left hand side I
look across to Clett. Collies
barking on the outrun Dunlin
dancing on the sand. Breakers
show round Corran Vallique and
empty the Atlantic on the
strand.