What's on Gordon Brown's Ipod...

[Churchill]

I'd like to think that this was written about him

Uncle Knobby by the Macc Lads

Eh Up!!

[Spacecadet]

Aqua - Barbie Girl

[Ruprect]

Turning Japanese?

If you know what this song is about you'll know what I mean

[Torran]

Johnny Cash - Hurt

Beautiful song, scarily appropriate

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

[DimPrawn]

D Ream - Things, can only get better.

[Pondlife]

D Ream - Things, can only get better.

Oh, the irony of that one.

[BA to the Stars]

Ivor Biggun - The Winkers Song

[bogeyman]

Johnny Cash - Hurt

Beautiful song, scarily appropriate

Trent Reznor's song but Cash did it better.

I hope I can get the image of McBroon mumbling it out of my head now. Thanks

[EternalOptimist]

The bogie song - d gaughan

As A cam in by Huntly Toun
Ae mornin for tae fee
A fell in wi Bogie o Cairnie
An wi him A did agree

For tae caa his twa best horses
Or cairt or harrow or plou
Or dae onything about fairm wark
A very weil cud do

Auld Bogie had a dochter
Wha's name wis Isabelle
She wis the lily o the valley
An the primrose o the dell

Whan she went out walkin
She'd tak me for her guide
Doun by the burn o Cairnie
Tae watch smaa fishes glide

Bit whan five lang months wis past an gane
This lassie lost her blume
The reid fell frae her rosie cheeks
An her eyes began tae swoon

An whan nine lang months wis past an gane
She brocht forth tae me a son
An A wis quickly caad for
Tae see whit cud be done

A said that A wad mairrie her
Bit, och, that wadnae dae
He said, "Ye're nae match for ma bonnie Belle
An she's nae match for ye"

Sae nou she's marriet tae a traiveller chiel
Wha bides in Huntly Toun
He sells pots an pans an paraffin lamps
An he tramps the kintra roun

An if she's gotten a better match
Auld Bogie cannae tell
Sae fare weil ye lauds o Huntlyside
An Bogie's bonnie Belle

[bogeyman]

Auld Bogie had a dochter
Wha's name wis Isabelle

That's news to me, sport!