Name On My Soul

by Kilted Kings

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* Slainte mhaith. Slainte mhaith Here's to your good health one and all If you're soul feels rather thirsty And you hear the craythur call Then raise up your glass Say, “Slainte mhaith” Many times in my life I forgot the kindness code I reaped the sorry seeds that I sowed But when I gave, instead of took That's when my spirit growed My charity turned into liquid gold Your work week was a bare You're feeling rather low You head down to the pub to watch a show There the singer makes you smile And the beer it makes you glow So give some money to the musician before you go
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There's a wren on a rock wall Thorny gorse grows all around It is miles to the ocean And to auld Galway town My feet feel so weary The miles feel so weary Without you by my side So I'll pick this purple flower For the day we reunite Here's a flower, my darling From the banks of Ross Lake It will sit by my bedside Til your form I embrace I walk the Aran Islands Honeysuckle is all in bloom The rock roads seem harder With my heart missing you Though the beer is ever flowing And the craic is quite grand Though the music may be growing It is lonely in this land. The sun rises too slowly Over Galway's brisk bay Crashing waves seem to slow us As we sail from the quay I see you by the pierside And my heart starts to soar In my hand is your purple flower Now you're mine once more
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Blue Sun 02:40
They terraformed the lands of many fine worlds Then bloodied our hands with our boys and our girls They offered us cans of food that curdled And piled on chains by the ton. * Blue Sun. Blue Sun. Another corporation With their hand on the gun Blue Sun. Blue Sun. Free yourself to run From Blue Sun You see their emblem emblazoned on crates On walls, on wombs, even on your dates You may fall victim to their seductive gaze So raise up your hands to shun Their manacles we'll cast off our tired wrists. Their suits we'll pummel with our bloodied fists Cut through the red tape and expunge the vile cyst That cripples our will to run So raise up your voice and shout to the firm Let those who control know what it feels like to squirm Their products we won't buy, but oh they shall burn For this is their will undone
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Oh, the summer time is coming, And the trees are sweetly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather. Will you go, lassie, will you go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather, Will you go, lassie, go? I will build my love a bower By yon clear and crystal fountain, And all around the bower, I'll pile flowers from the mountain. I will roam the country o'er Through that dark land so dreary; And all the spoils I find, I'll bring to my darling dearie. If my true love, she won't have me, I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather. Oh, the summertime is coming And thre trees are blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather.
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Ride On 04:25
True you ride the finest horse I've ever seen Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wild and green You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to Ride on, see you, I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to When you ride into the night without a trace behind Run your claw along my gut, one last time I turn to face an empty space, where you used to lie And look for a spark that lights the night Through a teardrop in my eye
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I'll tell Belladonna ‘neath the Party Tree Let's have fun Come dance with me If she won't dance Then I'll ask Daisy We'll skip til the sun Comes up over the trees * Jump up and down Let your teeth gleam Shout your love now 1-2-3 Sing a song down on one knee She's the prettiest hobbit You've ever seen The prettiest hobbit You've ever seen The moon looks down On our hungry cheer Let's raid old Mungo's Mushroom field If we lose our way ‘Neath a cloudy night We'll chase young coneys Til the broad daylight We'll laugh and we'll eat Our honey cakes As we roll in the grass Down by the lake The swan calls out “Go home my friends” To the Party Tree We'll start again
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O flower of Scotland When will we see Your like again That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie thick and still O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held That stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain But we can still rise now And be the nation again That stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again O flower of Scotland When will we see Your like again That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie thick and still O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held O flower of Scotland When will we see Your like again That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again
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I walked down a dusty old road. I didn't know what I'd find or where I'd go Tree limbs hung low, and they blocked my view I saw you through the branches and I wish I knew... ye You wrote your name on my soul And I feel like I'm out of control You wrote your name on my soul That's how it is, I'll go with the flow We looked at each other, in the shadows I'm sure I couldn't see You stepped closer and your beautiful face lit up at me. I took your hand in mine and we wandered off down the road It feels so right. It's like I've always known You wrote your name on my soul We laughed as I twirled you about You wrote your name on my soul Then held your breath as I touched your mouth [bridge] On the wheels of time, we traveled the globe. As we reeled through life our adventures overflowed Our love only grew. Our love oh how it grew How did you know that I would be so in love with you. We walked through fields of green as high as our knees In the valley of love, we sat beneath a tree Our lips were red from cherries and a long kiss We lay there for hours til the stars shone down on our tenderness You wrote your name on my soul I saw it in the constellations You wrote your name on my soul And my blood is pumping elation [solo] Your name on my soul, Your name on my soul You wrote your name on my soul, Your name on my soul You wrote your name on my soul I don't know what you did to me You wrote your name on my soul But it's all that I was meant to be You wrote your name on my soul And I'm happier than I've ever been You wrote your name on my soul And our story will never end.

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Become the Hero of an Epic adventure of powerful, lilting Celtic World music. Sing. Dance. Smile. Because we wear kilts, and You are royalty!

Kilted Kings are Marc Gunn on autoharp and vocals and Randy Wothke on percussion and background vocals.

We met 15 years ago at the Texas Renaissance Festival. Randy was playing drums with the bagpipes and drums quartet, The Rogues. I was playing autoharp and singing with the Celtic Renaissance duo, Brobdingnagian Bards. Fifteen years later...

In 2015, we launched Kilted Kings at the Paradox Pub at the Louisiana Renaissance Festival. Something amazing happens when musicians click together. You can see it on the smiles of people in the audience. You can hear it in their voices. You can feel it your own feet. That's what happened with us.

The first time we finished playing "Name On My Soul" at the end of our show, a fair maiden came up to the stage, with cash in hand, asking if the song was on a CD. It wasn't. Yet through the rest of the faire, pirates and fairies, lords and ladies, and even those in mundane clothing asked if we had a CD.

That's why we recorded a CD. Thank you for supporting our music!

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released February 2, 2017

Randy Wothke on percussion and bkg vocals
Marc Gunn on vocals and autoharp

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Marc Gunn Atlanta, Georgia

Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats--Sci F'Irish music.

He breathes new life into the autoharp, which continues to surprise musical veterans and fans alike for its unique sound and spirited energy. It’s like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic.
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