tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11119774.post-1047874976551315852008-04-11T11:04:00.006-04:002008-04-11T11:47:50.436-04:00Today would've been the 50<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuart_Adamson">Stuart <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Adamson</span></a>, member of <a href="http://www.the-skids.co.uk/website/">The Skids </a>and the voice of <a href="http://www.bigcountry.co.uk/home.php">Big Country.</a> It's no secret that I am a child of the 80's and loyal to my 80's pop/punk bands. "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkr_2G3Jlko">In a Big County</a>" is one of my all time top 5 favorite songs. (I defy you to hear the line "come up screaming" and not want to start some sort of revolution.) Stuart was not only a unique voice, but an accomplished songwriter. (You'll often hear that he could make electric guitars sound like bagpipes. He was an English-born Scot, so no wonder I like him.) You can read about his untimely passing in the links, but I'll stick to the positive stuff here. Happy Birthday, Stuart. You are missed.<br /><br /><br /><strong>In a Big Country</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(I encourage you to watch the video linked above for this song, just to see him in action.) </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><em>I've never seen you look like this without a reason</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Another promise fallen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">through</span></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Another</span> season passes by you</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I never took the smile away from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">anybody's</span> face</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">And that's a desperate way to look</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">For someone who is still a child</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />In a big country dreams stay with you<br />Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside<br />Stay alive<br /><br />I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered<br />But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered<br /><br />I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert<br />But I can live and breathe<br />And see the sun in wintertime<br /><br />In a big country dreams stay with you<br />Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside<br />Stay alive<br />Stay alive<br /><br />So take that look out of here it doesn't fit you<br />Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded<br />Pull up your head off the floor—come up screaming<br />Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted<br /><br />I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered<br />But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered<br /><br />I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert<br />But I can live and breathe<br />And see the sun in wintertime<br /><br />In a big country dreams stay with you<br />Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside<br />Stay alive (repeat 3)</span></em>arthist99http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435863531654999329noreply@blogger.com