hey jamesie (hanging from the walls of our estate) by mcbee (paul T)
My first baby steps at a kind of experimental ‘protest song’ - which I’ve dedicated to my wee brother James T.
Combination of subject matter with electronicky ‘bothy ballad’ style verses with my rough sung/spoke delivery in N.East scottish vernacular means that its not exactly easy listening but ‘hopefully-provoking’ (;-)
Course if yer fay aberdeen - ye’ll hae nay probies eh?
verses
kids home at eight, prison at eighteen, AIDS at twentythree
wrapping presents for his boy, he died on christmas eve
doon it i station, pink police faces, didnae ken fit to say
couldn’ae lift yer coffin- though, six pounds wiz a’ ye weighed
schemie, beastie, junkie, is a’ they had tae say
another loon like jesus- hangin, on the walls of our estate
chorus
hey……. Jamesie, hey, hey (repeat)
music and lyrics - Paul T
