Spirit be.
Spirit be of Islay.
Spirit we know you follow Isle to Isle.
Our origins, roots, blood thicker thank water all resonate from the pond of make some fuck'n fire.
The bridges are mended, all snug in their sling and we look to the island for some spiritual maze.
Won't come.
You know why?
Because living and loving and living Coastal/Island life is more than a wee heart can take.
Takes care, conscious, love and beware plus a massive amount of gusto that many cannot share. Coastal/Atlantic life lived is raw and we want it so.
So let us Graham/Kellow/McIntyre yelp "Ay Ya" make our presence known.
We be com'n, strong and loving fast. We be swift with devotion and memory of the past. We are of the clan to represent good and true, for stories to be told to our new borns who require the rule.
Love is love.
Pain is pain.
Live your life for a bottle or for a massive wonderful Plane.
Islay, we are here for you Always, never the same.
