Callum Mor

from Ten Told Tales by Richard Buchanan

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lyrics

Dark shapes move at the edge of his sight
and merge with the shadows.
What from Hell is out there tonight?
Only the de’il knows.
His fire has been taken. There’s damp on the floor.
He holds that glass of whisky so tight.
Poor Callum Mor, poor Callum Mor.

A howling wind is banging his gate.
He’s going to let it.
His darkest demons are staying up late.
Sleep? He can forget it.
Is that something behind him. He’ll not turn to be sure.
If it comes it’ll come. He’ll just have to wait.
Poor Callum Mor, poor Callum Mor.

A baleful host sits in judgment on him
with malign intention.
He’s revisiting all of his sins.
There’s no hope of redemption.
There have been so many he could be punished for.
A judge would not know where to begin.
Poor Callum Mor, poor Callum Mor.

The dawn, like mist, seeps into his place
through cracks in a window.
Glazed eyes gaze out from a sunken face
propped on an elbow.
From off in the distance, the screech of a craw.
He greets this day with familiar distaste.
Poor Callum Mor, poor Callum Mor

With his coat flaps ragged like abandoned ships sails
he leans into the breach,
where flotsam, kelp and a broken shell trail
are strewn up from the beach
to where someone or something has put fish around his door.
One eye is watching that got snagged on a nail.
Poor Callum Mor, poor Callum Mor.

This cursed gift that came from the deep
must never be taken.
It’s a judgement handed down and it's time now to sleep.
All hope forsaken.
He walks with those fishes down to the shore
and takes them back with a penitent leap.
Poor Callum Mor, poor Callum Mor.

See his door hanging loose on the latch
like when I last came
and tried to give him a piece of my catch.
Then just leave him alane.
He’s never been gone this long before.
I always kent he was from a bad batch.
Poor Callum Mor, poor Callum Mor.

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from Ten Told Tales, released August 30, 2019

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Richard Buchanan Scotland, UK

Former bass player with legendary Scottish 90s folk rock under-achievers The Lost Soul Band, Richard now writes, performs and records songs that draw from a wide range of influences.

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