Hotel California if it were an illegal drinking den in the Hebrides скачать в хорошем качестве

Hotel California if it were an illegal drinking den in the Hebrides

Bothan Eoropie, Isle of Lewis, Ness Guga, Stornoway Cops, Hebridean Bothan Culture. Welcome to the Bothan Eoropie—the Ness version of a certain famous hotel, where there’s no pink champagne on ice, just a room full of Nisheachs draming long into the night. This Really Rough recording tells the story of a cold night on the peat track, a Tilley lamp in the dark, and a surprise visit from the Stornoway police. From the smell of Guga in the air to the "mental" legal defense on Monday morning, this is a tribute to the lively, "hoaching" spirit of the North Lewis bothan scene. LYRICS On a cold dark peat track force ten in I heard a loud commotion outside on the There aint no mirrors on the ceilings my hair Strong smell of guga rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw the village ram Gave me such an awful fright I had to find a dram There they stood in the doorway I heard the crack of a can I was thinking to myself I hope it Tennants and not Skol Then they lit up a Tilley And showed me the way There were voices in the dark I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Bothan Eoropie Such a lively place Such lovely place They’re giving it laldy at the Bothan Eoropie Any time of year moor As a bunch of Stornoway cops came charging through the door They seized all the whisky counted all the cans Took down the names of the women and the men So we called up our lawyer got him out of bed He said These mental Stornoway cops must be off their head It was just a ceilidh they have no evidence Come the court on Monday you’ll have a strong defence Welcome to the Bothan Eoropie Such a lively place Such lovely place They’re giving it laldy at the Bothan Eoropie That’s no surprise Ain’t no pink champagne on ice Just a Bothan full of Nisheachs draming long into the night Sharing their stories singing their songs A peat stove burning bright and Sheltered from the storm The last thing I remember I was running for the door As a chorus of voices sang “We work offshore” Sorry said the Elder as he took hold of my sleeve You’re stuck inside the Bochan now You can never leave Real People. Real Places. Real Stories. Credits: Lyrics: Original parody by Norman Paterson (Bothan Eoropie) Music: Based on "Hotel California" by The Eagles Recorded at: Ivy’s Attic (Really Rough Recordings) Were you ever at a ceilidh that got interrupted by a "force ten" or a charging copper? Whether you prefer Tennants or Skol, hit Subscribe to join the Ivy’s Attic community. I’d love to hear your "Bothan" alibis in the comments!