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Pagan's Folly Check oot pagansfolly.ca Friends of Paul's and now friends of all whisky lovers, this great poem belongs to Inga from the band. "Paul, This poem actually came about after one of our band practice nights when we had been sitting around drinking a bottle of Glenfiddich that had been given to the band as a gift and we were all commenting on the fact that we never felt "drunk" when we drank whisky but rather felt "stoned" (of course not that any of us would know what that felt like!). Thanks for sharing the poem, maybe one day it will become a song! Slainte Inga" |
Stoned on Scotch The amber liquid glistens in the crystal of the glass It’s calling me to listen to its song The master adds the key to bring the flavour to its best, A drop or two of water for the dram A peaceful easy feeling by the Eagles on the deck To match the mood that only I can feel Though the bottle that it came from is empty and it’s gone, There’s plenty more to make me feel surreal And I’m hoping that it’s glory I can steal
The smoky peaty tang fills up the air around my head While the fiery liquid lingers o’er my tongue It passes o’er my lips and travels right down to my heart And plucks the strings of all the songs I’ve sung It settles down inside me and I feel it deep within It warms the very essence of my soul Though there’s no-one here besides me, I don’t feel like I’m alone All the masters of this craft are there of old And I’m feeling like its glory I have stole
The night is getting slower as I pass the time away With that peaceful easy feeling coming down All my senses are vibrating yet my body feels so still A heaviness of comfort brings me calm The tangle o’ the isles is weighing deep within my heart The Scottish bards will take it up a notch And I’m thinking that the drinking of this fine old barley dram Makes me feel like I am really stoned on scotch And I’m thinking that it’s glory I should watch! |
