With the cèilidh danced
And whisky swirled
Now we’ve got all
The time in the world
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
With the cèilidh danced
And whisky swirled
Now we’ve got all
The time in the world
Let’s do something
She said
Different this year
I’ve had enough
Of drinking beer
I don’t mind
He said
Whatever we do
As long as it involves
Me and you
Hogmanay (Part 3)
Time
Creeping
Mine
Sweeping
Dicks
Sleeping
Women
Weeping
Hogmanay 2020 (Part 2)
Staring into a new year
Together
Holding hands
I can’t believe
Out of everyone
It’s you who understands
Hogmanay 2020 (Part 1)
I’ll give you one day
Where the sun will shine
And that day is Friday
This week
But after that
It’ll all fall flat
And it’s back
To the future that’s bleak
(Originally Posted 31.12.2020)
It’ll most likely be
Like the last four
Wondering what the fuck
I stuck around for
20/20
However
will I
make it
through
Another
year
without
you?
(Originally Posted 31.12.2019)
‘We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.’
– Robert Burns
“May the best you’ve ever seen,
Be the worst you’ll ever see.
May the mouse ne’er leave your girnal,
Wi’ a tear drap in it’s e’e.
May your lum keep blithely reekin’,
Till ye’re auld enough to dee.
May you aye be just as happy,
As I’d like ye aye tae be.”
– Traditional Scottish Toast
“New year, new me”
Is that what you want me to say?
Well, I’m not pretending
I’ll get a happy ending
Just like any other Friday
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.
You probably can’t.
You know the month, the year, the day of the week.
There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car.
You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.
Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored.
Birds are not late.
A dog does not check its watch.
Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.
Man alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
The Time Keeper – Mitch Albom
Time
Creeping
Mine
Sweeping
Dicks
Sleeping
Women
Weeping
Staring into a new year
Together
Holding hands
I can’t believe
Out of everyone
It’s you who understands
I’ll give you one day
Where the sun will shine
And that day is Friday
This week
But after that
It’ll all fall flat
And it’s back
To the future that’s bleak
I’m not ashamed
to admit
I shed a tear or
two last night
As the clock
struck twelve
It was all
a bit shit
Sitting here
all night
And drinking
by myself
Well,
that’s
another
year
nearly
over
And
what
have
I
done?
Nothing
but
prepare
for
another
year
of
misery
Just
like
the
last
one
Nothing
will
ever be
resolved
Until from
all blame
I am
absolved