Cet écossais est un grand. Il n'a que 25 ans et chante depuis pas mal d'années déjà. Bourré de talent ce type et joli avec ça. Un poète qui raconte de belles histoires dans ses chansons, de belles histoires comme celle-ci qu'il a écrit à 19 ans, en 2006. Il me rappelle le regretté et génial Ano Birkin.
Cross the border into the big bad world
where it takes you 'bout an hour just to cross the road
just to stumble across another poor old soul from
the dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
I fight with my brain to believe my eyes
and it's harder than you think to believe this sadness
that creeps up my spine and haunts me through the night
and life is good and the girls are gorgeuos
suddenly the air smells much greener now
and I'm wondering 'round with a half pack of cigarettes
searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
where'd the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from
walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
you see millions of people with millions of cares
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone
Life is good, and the sun is shining
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffles by them
Trying to pretend that they've got some space
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know