The Biggest Village

by Gordon Duthie

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Produced by Gordon Duthie.

All songs written by Gordon Duthie.

All musical parts / instruments performed by Gordon Duthie.

Recorded during 2016 / 2017 in Aberdeenshire, Scotland.

Mixed and Mastered by Kevin McNoldy.

Art Direction / Design by Gordon Duthie.

Thanks to Siobhan, William, Jennifer, Heather and all my other family and friends that have supported me in one way or another.

© Gordon Duthie 2017

www.gordonduthie.com

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releases October 10, 2017

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Track Name: Burning Boat
Growing apart is natural
When you burn at different ends
Could meet in the middle one day
To resolve our differences

This industry is tough
But the money is good
Hard manual work
White collar livelihood

Relationships are hard work
I get bored easily
Nasty and ruthless
Fake sincerity

The promise that kills me
That road trip round the coast
It will happen
The passenger is a ghost

Filling cracks with paper
Sent it down
Running from debts
Is normal in this town

Filling cracks with paper
Sent it down
Running from debts
Is normal in this town

Completely obsessed
The brokers are clowns
They don't have the passion
To turn this all around

I wanted it so bad
Old habits die hard
Distant reality
Scrapped in the shipyard

Filling cracks with paper
Sent it down
Running from debts
Is normal in this town

Filling cracks with paper
Sent it down
Running from debts
Is normal in this town

The wreath around a model
No body in the box
The bigger man did
Actions above the talk

Call to the cliff side
The final straw is found
Woken up by the law
Smoke bellows out

Filling cracks with paper
Sent it down
Running from debts
Is normal in this town

Filling cracks with paper
Sent it down
Running from debts
Is normal in this town
Track Name: Emotional Vampire
Seal was broken
With a friendly pour
A world opened
To a vulnerable soul

Nature or nurture
Isolation tank
Grey mist outside
Red emotional bank

The past fades away
Blurs out of focus
Work erodes
After the morning roll

No fear of enemies
Or their constant threat
New positive change
Or a risky bet

Midday rising
Not monetising
Their enterprising
When I'm not revising

Midday rising
Not monetising
Their enterprising
When I'm not revising

Came to study
Not to rot with you
Dark reality
Rotten stale spew

Green with envy
Behind that shady door
Biting necks
Under the floor

Injecting sugar
When heads are turned
No exercise allowed
Only dreams are burnt

Peaking early
Not growing up
Go get a job
Honour or luck

Midday rising
Not monetising
Their enterprising
When I'm not revising

Midday rising
Not monetising
Their enterprising
When I'm not revising

Received a favour
Rubbed it in my face
Entitled to a living
Front of disgrace

Midday rising
Not monetising
Their enterprising
When I'm not revising

Midday rising
Not monetising
Their enterprising
When I'm not revising
Track Name: Fear of Expression
Head down on the table
Quiet and glum
The rules are simple
Don't praise anyone

Local is terrible
It's never any fun
No mass exposure
An audience of one

A life at sea isn't easy
No escape from the men around
No place for emotion
A constant proving ground

Hiding drink under the table
Hungover on Christmas Day
Living in a fantasy
That everything's OK

Old school operations
The way its always been done
Speaking out of turn
Gets a ruler off your thumb

Old school operations
The way its always been done
Speaking out of turn
Gets a ruler off your thumb

October SAD syndrome
Another bleak winter
Thought hibernation
The spring won't linger

Exams were easy
I failed my real agenda
They don't know that
Blowing tales to Brenda

Nobody in this closed loop
Knows internal struggles
Didn't bring up a fool
In this tiny bubble

Breaking down is not an option
Even with diagnosis
Hide your ignorance son
It's better that nobody knows

Old school operations
The way its always been done
Speaking out of turn
Gets a ruler off your thumb

Old school operations
The way its always been done
Speaking out of turn
Gets a ruler off your thumb

Before the meeting
I had a lot to say
In the heat of the moment
Words fell away

Afterwards
Jokes flew in my head
No cocky response
Went flat instead

Being a recluse
Gets things done
Coping with distractions
Isn't very fun

Typing instead of speaking
Staring at screens
Stalking online
Before the rise of machines

Old school operations
The way its always been done
Speaking out of turn
Gets a ruler off your thumb

Old school operations
The way its always been done
Speaking out of turn
Gets a ruler off your thumb
Track Name: Hidden Agendas
Higher education is a waste of time
When you can lie and always climb
When cars outweigh liabilities
Trouble is never far away

Brought here with false promises
No challenges or love
The cold and dark flat
Seems there's nothing above

Going out for social bonding
I can't see it here
Fights and lewd behaviour
Sad junk food and tears

Jealous retail managers
Add to the misery
When the big boss comes in
I can feel their obvious pain

To let signs
Are never far away
Break you down
The north east way

To let signs
Are never far away
Break you down
The north east way

To let signs
Are never far away
Break you down
The north east way

To let signs
Are never far away
Break you down
The north east way

Machiavellian delusion
The hard granite door
Blaming those at the top
Is the simple cure

Looking for lambs
Who will sell their soul
A placement of corruption
In a black hole

The work night out is the moment
When lines are crossed for good
There's no going back from deviance
You working class fool

Threats keep them in business
So harbour secrets aren't told
No such thing as gummys
When your forced to wear a blindfold

To let signs
Are never far away
Break you down
The north east way

To let signs
Are never far away
Break you down
The north east way
Track Name: Jump Before You're Pushed
Boast about the good times
Self pity when it's bad
Those hours of nothing
Made them deal that ugly hand

Freedom comes easy
With a notice letter
A couple of weeks
With no scrutiny or pressure

Dodgy expenses
Football violence
Tedious bravado
Pitching silence

Nothings owned
Plenty owed
Garages full
In empty homes

Didn't read
Took the credit
You'll always know
History edit

Didn't read
Took the credit
You'll always know
History edit

Didn't read
Took the credit
You'll always know
History edit

Didn't read
Took the credit
You'll always know
History edit

Miles do the work
Gums flap till they hurt
Backs are stabbed
Linking in pervert

Tails between legs
Doing it for the family
A secret side
Hidden from reality

Creditors suffer
Dividends are paid
First class flights
From a town of dismay

Where is the crisis
White metalwork
Will it come back
Benefits and perks

Didn't read
Took the credit
You'll always know
History edit

Didn't read
Took the credit
You'll always know
History edit

History edit

History edit

History edit

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History edit

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Track Name: Liquid Religion
Moment of weakness
One of those sinners
Where I used to pray
Now makes me shiver

Kick off a wing mirror
Reflecting jealous life
The old congregation
Lie in afterlife

He wouldn't go for anything
Now he won't stay away
Early on Sunday
Means the break of day

I take it all in
Grandchildren sing
Invisible pews
Used for one night flings

An empty past
Turned into bars
Praise the liquid
Religion is dead

An empty past
Turned into bars
Praise the liquid
Religion is dead

An empty past
Turned into bars
Praise the liquid
Religion is dead

An empty past
Turned into bars
Praise the liquid
Religion is dead

The chips were down
I looked above
The dice was thrown
In the hope of luck

Stained glass windows
Colourful characters
From bible stories
To sticky floors

Balconies were full
Of the quiet types
The ledge is now jumped from
A weapon in bar fights

Praying for peace
Harmonious world
Destroyed by developers
Sin unfurled

An empty past
Turned into bars
Praise the liquid
Religion is dead

An empty past
Turned into bars
Praise the liquid
Religion is dead

An empty past
Turned into bars
Praise the liquid
Religion is dead

An empty past
Turned into bars
Praise the liquid
Religion is dead
Track Name: Paper Chaser
Granite dreams
Revolve around stuff
Leaving exams
Equals no hard luck

Dripping black gold
Flee the villages
A small town clan
Adds resilience

Self help books
Written by crooks
Who know that genes
Don't just power looks

Over qualified
Selling nuts and bolts
Chrome and glass
No Kaizen notes

Dangerous entitlement
Is easy to acquire
Simply forgetting
It backfires

Dangerous entitlement
Is easy to acquire
Simply forgetting
It backfires

Those days were great
Shadowing the master
Business coming in
No sign of disaster

Over sincere
Seen as a plus
The truth is
Your always bossed

Character escorted
By a table full of rentals
Hero to zero
In one tragic night

Those evil winking eyes
When the thrust was broken
Jumping on graves
With no time for remorse

Dangerous entitlement
Is easy to acquire
Simply forgetting
It backfires

Dangerous entitlement
Is easy to acquire
Simply forgetting
It backfires

Bribing them with presents
The best ever
Spinning plates
Home from home

Gifts for workers
With open mouths
The silent grafter
Will soon be out

Master of bull
Controlling situations
Winning all the time
False circle of trust

Part-time prophet
No financial worries
A clear mind
Its easy doing nothing

Dangerous entitlement
Is easy to acquire
Simply forgetting
It backfires

Dangerous entitlement
Is easy to acquire
Simply forgetting
It backfires

Dangerous entitlement
Is easy to acquire
Simply forgetting
It backfires

Dangerous entitlement
Is easy to acquire
Simply forgetting
It backfires
Track Name: Record Store No More
Once a street of art
With a small screen left
The lights went out
With little regret

Belmont Street
A shadow of itself
Sharks and dives
Mirror empty shelves

Physical connections
Are lost in the past
Digital convenience
Collector outcasts

A slow industry
Smoking cigars
Peer to peer networks
Landed from Mars

Independents died
Corporates cried
Clinging to games
Sales diversified

Independents died
Corporates cried
Clinging to games
Sales diversified

A culture office
Replaced the last strand
Hard to make up
In fairyland

Cobbled streets
Junk in the cracks
Liquor churches
Playing the tracks

Supposed to be closer
More connected
Further away
Every day

Sit in the house
It's too easy
Those hours waiting
Completely needy

Independents died
Corporates cried
Clinging to games
Sales diversified

Independents died
Corporates cried
Clinging to games
Sales diversified

Middle men are gone
Desperate for relevance
Mass marketed
For lifestyle benefits

There are less dreamers
Looking for fame
Struggling devotees
Still doing the same

Work work work
Get paid paid paid
Too busy feeling pockets
Vibrating away

Gormless glances
At plastic toys
Search engines
Background noise

Independents died
Corporates cried
Clinging to games
Sales diversified

Independents died
Corporates cried
Clinging to games
Sales diversified

Independents died
Corporates cried
Clinging to games
Sales diversified

Independents died
Corporates cried
Clinging to games
Sales diversified
Track Name: Sitting by the Shore
Sitting on the Broad Hill
Horizon stands still
Nobody far, nobody near
Rotten wood and sandy shoes

The monthly cheque
Ties me to this bench
In the place
With traffic bottlenecks

I never saw another land
Short sighted and stubborn
The glint of the station
Did enough to catch my eye

No fishing boats in the harbour
Their cargo isn't required
Our city doesn't need them
Just the towns with nothing tonight

Checklists and books
That are not academic
Their white collar son
Another generic

Checklists and books
That are not academic
Their white collar son
Another generic

I've been doing this for years
Looking for answers
The long blue reflection
Has always been there

Is the twitch from the cold
Or the mental stranglehold
I can see the masts
Through the ghost ship hold

Obsessed about vessels
Compulsive desire to look
A disorder of a hobby
Not in any school book

An official diagnosis
Will only hurt the ego
Inner acceptance is fine
For now anyway

Checklists and books
That are not academic
Their white collar son
Another generic

Checklists and books
That are not academic
Their white collar son
Another generic

Tall tales go up this coastline
Everything is always fine
Made for life
Without doing time

Running down the boulevard
Kills two birds with one stone
I look healthy and active
My mind drifts to the shore

Looking back makes me nervous
My spirit went to waste
I'm on an upward curve now
Although that maybe misplaced

Confident and carefree
Away from that bench
I look up there now
And can never forget

Checklists and books
That are not academic
Their white collar son
Another generic

Checklists and books
That are not academic
Their white collar son
Another generic
Track Name: Who You Know
Moving to older classrooms
Changes lives
The weak get weaker
Kings step down

A toilet cubicle
I can just fit in
Dictators dictated
Threats scratched on the door

Lazy teachers
Hated back
Their energy's long gone
We're sold as a con

Reinvention's easier
The further away you go
Running from life
With shadows you can't outgrow

This city is a village
Where the past is always near
Round every corner
Has potential of fear

This city is a village
Where the past is always near
Round every corner
Has potential of fear

This adult environment
Is populated by kids
The same insecurities
Capped at the end

Assessment days are wasted
Uncle sealed the job
Another privileged one
On the pile to rise above

Old school networks
Lets the wealth flow
Banks and buildings
Assets château grown

The only one whose trying
It's not the done thing here
Relatives and purse holders
Rule and sneer

This city is a village
Where the past is always near
Round every corner
Has potential of fear

This city is a village
Where the past is always near
Round every corner
Has potential of fear

A harbour man
A harbour man
A harbour man
A harbour man
A harbour man
A harbour man
A harbour man

A harbour man in the country
No ties to the land
He dreams of the sea
Spad in hand

Dirty overalls
In a city boutique
A rural outcast
A working class freak

Poor connections
Only get you so far
Digging graves and cutting grass
Is the summer of caviar

No help from anyone
Did it on my own
Familiar words
A self made groan

This city is a village
Where the past is always near
Round every corner
Has potential of fear

This city is a village
Where the past is always near
Round every corner
Has potential of fear