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RADIO NAN GAIDHEAL
SESSION
11th November
2004 (Diardaoin 11 Samhain)
FUELLED BY
FEAR (Lyrics) (Mp3
full song)
Willie Campbell
Session
INTERVIEW (Mp3)
Willie Campbell
Session
A
WAY
AROUND THE GOSPEL (lyrics) (Mp3
full song)
Willie Campbell
Session
TALK AND MAKE NO SOUND (lyrics) (Mp3
full song)
Willie Campbell
Session
LOCAL MAN RUINS EVERYTHING (lyrics) (Mp3
full song)
Willie Campbell & Kevin Macneill
Session
WILD SIDE OF LIFE (lyrics) (Mp3
full song)
Willie Campbell
Session
FUELLED BY FEAR
(help
with wrong lyrics please!)
I’m not speaking
for you, I’ll speak for myself
You cripple and
you guide me
You cripple and
you guide me
I follow cryptic
meaning, tethered by you charm
You deliver then
remove me
Deliver then
remove me
A shaft of
sunlight levered through the rain clouds seems to blind me
Fuelled by fear
we’ve lived a hoax on impulse and constricts me
I’ve done
something I’m not proud of
Forgive me fair
weather friend I’m sinking
Fair weather
friend I’m sinking
Is progress coming
on to slowly?
It would appear
Your Christian eyes are closing
Your Christian
eyes are closing
A shaft of
sunlight levered through the rain clouds seems to blind me
Fuelled by fear
we’ve lived a hoax on impulse and constricted me
Thanks for
calling, Feeling rested
How’s my pride,
you took the last of
Gentle shove to
homeless shelter
Smug words said to
the knowing caller
I walk on
pavements Filled with panic
Blocked my ears to
wheezing traffic
Almost deaf they
never listen
I’ve made my bed
Now I lie alone in it
A shaft of
sunlight levered through the rain clouds and seems to blind me
Fuelled by fear
we’ve lived a hoax on impulse and constricts me
A shaft of
sunlight levered through the rain clouds seems to blind me
Fuelled by fear
we’ve lived a hoax on impulse and constricts me
A WAY AROUND THE GOSPEL
My soul aches
My hearts soar
How joyful to be
ill when you cultivate the cure
I’m rehearsing
My daily plan
The town might
change
But it’s the same
old grind
If I could do it
all again I would drink till I was blind
My old friend
My escape plan
Is hatching
In my head
Carrie come home
And we can find a
way around the gospel
Sweetheart what’s
wrong
There’s always
ways and means around the gospel
Everything you
thought… was wrong
But I don’t want
to forget… a thing
No I don’t want to
forget… a thing
At home on the
beech
the sun might
shine
But soon the
heavens open up and then there running down my spine
I’m soaking in
What might have
been?
My loved ones gone
They have faced
this shore
But I’m picking up
the pieces and I’m locking all the doors
Behind me
There’s no might
have been
And I’ll wake up
glad
Then I sleep again
Carrie come home
And we can find a
way around the gospel
Sweetheart what’s
wrong
There’s always
ways and means around the gospel
Carrie come home
And we can find a
way around the gospel
Sweetheart what’s
wrong
There’s always
ways and means around the gospel
Everything we
thought… was wrong
But I don’t want
to forget… a thing
No I don’t want to
forget… a thing
No I don’t want to
forget… a thing
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PETER URPETH takes a look at the fruitful
collaboration between former Astrid guitarist WILLIE CAMPBELL
and writer KEVIN MACNEIL
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THAT THE MUSIC scene in Stornoway and
the Isle of Lewis in general is in robust good shape and firing
on all creative cylinders at present is old news, with a string
of original, energetic talents having emerged to form such
embryonic icons as Sign Red, among other notable bands. But what
was good has just gotten better with the return of the native,
Willie Campbell.
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Tolsta’s Willie Campbell will be familiar to
pop-pickers for his seminal song writing and guitar work at the
helm of the once mighty Astrid. But Willie, having parted
company with his erstwhile Astrid chums, is now back in the
northern Atlantic and blowing up a storm of new material.
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Some of that material had a first outing in
early September in a set that also premiered Willie’s new
project with stellar Lewis poet, novelist and generally
inspirational creator, Kevin MacNeil. Their union looked good in
theory, bringing together two of the island’s most vaunted
artists of the contemporary generation, both of whom have
recently returned to live on the island.
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But, as with all cross art forms
collaborations, the proof would be found in how they manage to
negotiate the intertwining of two usually isolated elements.
Speaking during a hastily grabbed interview a
few hours before the start of their maiden gig, Kevin was clear
that working with Willie was a not a reflex against the
strictures of the blank page but an embracing of the
potentialities offered in such collaborations:
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“One of the beauties of being a writer is that
you can, quite literally, do anything. Quite literally you can
create and destroy worlds, but my incentive for doing this is
very, very simple and it is that I love music, almost every kind
of music.
“It’s very unpretentious, and we’ve an
unspoken commitment towards providing something that is
entertaining rather than self indulgent.”
“I’ve collaborated with visual artists before
and I’ve done bits and pieces with other musicians for
television and film before, but I’m excited about this project
because it exemplifies the fact that for one reason or another a
lot of artists who went away from the island to make a name for
themselves are now gravitating back to the island, in that
magnetic way that islands have, and right now it seems like a
very, very exciting time to be doing what we are doing. I hope
that this is just the beginning of lots more collaboration
between various arts.
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“In terms of what I’m doing with Willie, I
hope that it is the kind of music that would convert some music
fans to liking literature and some literature fans into liking
music. It’s very unpretentious, and we’ve an unspoken commitment
towards providing something that is entertaining rather than
self indulgent.
“The first we wrote took its title from a compilation disc of
island bands called ‘Local Man Ruins Everything’, and we made a
song that takes a wry look at what it is like being an artist
living and working in this community, because, it must be said,
this community has not always valued its artists, and that’s
changing now. Ever since I moved back a year ago, and I hadn’t
lived here since I was 18 and I am now 32, I’ve seen a lot of
changes in the attitude toward artists.”
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For Willie, the return home, life without
Astrid, the start of a new project with Kevin, the development
of his own solo material and forming a new band with Sign Red’s
Calum Macleod, means a new found freedom and an opportunity to
push the frontiers of his work. But Willie remains bashful about
the claim – universally agreed as it is – that Astrid were one
of the seminal starting points in the growth of self-belief and
success for a new generation of island rock and pop musicians,
especially as they did it all on their own terms:
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“The break-up with Astrid”, says Willie “means
that I won’t have to pander to anyone else anymore or to my
friends, because in Astrid we were all friends. It means that I
won’t have to change anything for anyone, I won’t have to make
compromises.”
On Monday night’s showing any residual
bitterness over the split is clearly being channelled into the
formation of a new set of solo material that reveals quite how
far Willie’s song writing has developed.
“It was a set that few present will forget in
a hurry.”
Kevin and Willie’s set featured ‘Local Man
Ruins Everything’ and was constructed around Kevin reading short
passages of text against a melodic accompaniment by Willie on
guitar and singing a chorus.
Kevin’s writing for these songs is witty and
shaded with dark ironies and with Willie’s gentle backing the
effect created is disarmingly ambiguous and engaging, a factor
heightened by the differences in their respective performance
manners with the laid-back, laconic humour of Macneil, against
the intensity of Campbell. On this showing, the collaboration
has huge potential to become one of the most original acts
around.
After the duet, Willie played a handful of new
solo songs and each underlined the fact that the ex-Astrid man
is a song writer and singer of immense sensitivity, honesty and
imagination. Bitterness, longing, hope, despair all are present
in equal measure in his music, but the achievement is all the
greater for the troubling ambiguity that he brings to his music.
Here are lessons learned from Lou Reed and
Michel Stipe, that the power of strong emotion is accelerated by
understatement and by the proximity of seemingly conflicting
musical moods - darkness and light blended in every single
moment. It was a set that few present will forget in a hurry.
This is powerful music delivered with raw emotion by a song
writer who is lyrically and musically inventive, and who is
surely on his way back to the top.
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