The Jasmine Minks - New Backing Singers

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

The Development of the Jasmine Minks

Okay so Jim and I shoot the breeze via texts for the first time in a while...life's hectic with families, geography, work etc....but things are stirring again...time for new songs and a new album....I don't know what's happening but I know it just right...We should talk about it - aye right! - Just get it done.

Minks can be vicious creatures when provoked - so don't do it okay!

Things to do.....

1) Load Pro Tools onto computer - done
2) Retrieve Guitars from Loft, Ricky 12 String and the Strat - working on it - Acoustic is doon stairs
3) Make an FCUK of a noise -working on it -  in progress

ha ha, ah ha ha, ha ha......we're on the air.....

Finzean Tea Rooms

Fit fine in Finzean, Rare,

A cuppie o' tea, an a sconie.

Jam as weel, n' cream ana.

Ahts Fingin for ye, nae Finzeeeeen,

Ah wis feeling yon kine awye,

Doon in i'moo, up tae high doh,

Fae the rain like!

Man, it fair maks a difference,

Fires richt inta yer barra,

Oany dooters oot there jist wrappit

Ca yer wheesht, n'yer seemit n' yer drawers,

Cause it’s Fingin tae you, nae Finzeeeeen.

D’ye ken fit I’m spiking aboot?

Div ye?  Hiv oany o’ye got a clue?

Yon Clachnaben's affa bonnie,

Wi a cuppie of tea an a sconnie.

Cause it's Fingin tae me nae  Finzeeeeen.

So, far aboot's d'ye come fae?

Kin ye spik yer ain Mither tongue?

Or are ye like a coo keekin ower a dyke?

From an existence that's far more hum drum?

This is Fingin Min nae Finzeeeeen.

Caramel Cups or Chocolate Krispie's?

Decisions, Decisions.

Pressure's on, budgets to be completed, but there's always a need for a tea break.

A Caramel Cup or Chocolate Crispie, oh the stress!

I've ran half marathons you know, over foreign fields and close to home,

So I'll have one of each and worry about it later.....

Seared By the Scars and Mark

Seared by the Scars and Mark,

You broke more than just your Mother’s heart,

Going right back to the start,

Good Vibrations, Motivation in art.

A strange philosophy,

Hangs on my wall, stares back at me,

Stirs latent memories,

Those crazy Tilly boy’s will always be.

And when Pat held your hand,

Body to Soul, Soul to Man,

No more Mark, Scars, own goals,

Just your spirit still strong, so strong.

Do you still stand free?

Wherever it is, you may be,

Is the pain all gone released?  

No more addiction, c’est, c’est fini.

Seared by the Scars and Mark,

You broke more than just your Mother’s heart,

Going right back to the start,

Defending all we know.

All we know.

Is there anybody there? Can you hear me Mother?

Blimey - what's happened here for the last four years? Nadda. 

I lost my blog mojo I guess but I'm on a dose of blogger viagra and ready to work my weird again.  As I sit here typing I wonder will anyone ever read this stuff?  Dunno....don't really care too much either...I'm doing it for me!

So, it's time to start ranting and raving again....might be cause I'm another four years older, fatter and baldier yet it might be that I've got something to say...don't hold yer breath like...I'm just back again for a bit and you can like it, lump it or move on.

Cheery,

Wattie Mink Esq.