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Listen to Fred and me at the BBC

If you missed my spot on Fred MacAulay’s Radio Scotland show on Monday, here it is in glorious, em, mono as we talk about how we first met, my book, the rock’n’roll lifestyle and how everything has changed since oor day.

Now, Rock Radio was a family station so the BBC are even more careful, and I couldn’t quite tell my Ozzy story the way I did in Billy Rankin’s School of Rock. So here’s that wee bit from the book, told the way I’d prefer to tell it…


Shit in the dark

Once when Nazareth played in Little Rock, Arkansas, Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne were staying at our hotel, and came down to our concert.

Ozzy was meant to be on the wagon at the time, so Sharon wasn’t too happy when she caught him in our dressing room taking a swig of out of a Jack Daniel’s bottle. After a serious rammy, she stormed off back to the hotel.

Ozzy came back with us after the gig then went off to bed. Next morning at breakfast, he came down alone.

‘Where’s Sharon?’ we asked.

‘She’s gone, replied Ozzy. ‘But she was in bed when I got back last night’.

‘So how to you know she’s gone?’ we wanted to know.

‘Bit of a no-brainer really,’ he said. ‘There’s a massive great shit in my suitcase…’


Buy Billy’s third album Shake

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After the heat of my Naz departure had cooled a little, Karin at Polydor was keen on me doing a third solo album.

She had done promo work for Growin’ Up Too Fast with me in 1984. I began writing and demoing the songs required. Despite her positive opinion of them being “some of the best songs you’ve ever written,” market changes in general meant rock was not being heard, played or signed any more.

Eventually I decided to give it one year of concentrated effort, using every contact I could and exploring alternate possibilities: Tony Rocker, gigs with The Spiders From Mars (which led to a single deal for All The Madmen being offered and knocked back) and even an audition for The Wildhearts, which I was particularly crushed to lose out on, being too old. Eventually I took an HGV driving test and got a ‘real’ job.

Shake has been made possible by various advances in technology enabling the artist to record and deliver their product to the public without record company involvement or financial support. Barry and Kenny were my record company for Shake and without them….

Hopefully, future recordings will be made available in this way (past and present recordings too!) In the meantime, it’s great to finally see all the hard work come to such a perfect album – I’m well chuffed!

Shake track listing:

Goodbye Miracles

Nobody Home
Hammer Comes Down
Take My Hand

Friend

Nobody Calls Me That
Do It!
Colour My Love
Walk Out
Money & Girls
Don’t Keep Me Waitin’
One In A Million
Get Inside Of You

Bonus track: Dream On (1979 demo)

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Rock’n’roll will never die

ROCKER Billy Rankin has seen it all – and done even more. He has toured the world “with every band on the planet”, played in front of crazed audiences of thousands and met all his music heroes.

ROCKER Billy Rankin has seen it all – and done even more. He has toured the world “with every band on the planet”, played in front of crazed audiences of thousands and met all his music heroes.

Now the former guitarist with Nazareth has come full circle as a DJ on 96.3 Rock Radio, Scotland’s first classic rock station and the first in the UK to be broadcast on FM.

The station has just marked its first birthday with a mega bash at The Garage, starring the Sensational Alex Harvey Band, Gun, Thunder and others, raising over £12,000 for Nordoff-Robbins Scotland, a music therapy charity.

Scots legend Frankie Miller was guest of honour at the gig, which may now become an annual event.

Kirkintilloch-born Billy is delighted to join such Rock Jocks as Tom Russell and Wild Willie – playing, as he puts it, “tracks by all the bands I’ve got the dirt on”.

“I was invited in by Jay Crawford, the programming director, on a totally different matter.

“I lent him a tenner about 20 years ago and thought I was going to get it back – instead he offered me a position as a presenter.

“But I’m having a great time here. I was a musician for 30-odd years and I’ve got a lot of interesting stories.

“I know my music, so I’m able to say more than just here’s another one from Van Halen’. I can actually tell you what I did to Van Halen.”

Our ears prick up. What did you to Van Halen?

“Not half as much as what I did to Iron Maiden,” he laughs.

Read the full article at www.eveningtimes.co.uk


Top Rankin

THE ROCK GOD is in the house and no one seems to know it. Fuxake, good lyric that, innit? Translation: Billy Rankin is playing to about 50 people in the Crowwood Hotel outside Muirhead, and most people aren’t listening because they think he’s just another pub guitarist. And okay, he is a pub guitarist, but he’s a pub guitarist who used to play to 15,000 people a night, every night.

Yes, we’re talking about the long-lost days when it meant something to be in a Scottish rock band. Nazareth and the Sensational Alex Harvey Band ruled the fukkin’ world, man, and the noisy bastard currently rocking out in a corner of the hotel lounge was up there, part of it all, touring the universe, earning gold disc after gold disc, wearing silly outfits and generally having a brilliant time.

Talking to Billy (that is, being talked at by Billy) is entertainment in itself. He’s no big-headed asshole – he’s a wee-headed asshole, ready to take the mince out of himself, then you, then anyone else who enters the conversation. He’ll happily tell you about his time in Nazareth, his two solo albums, the good times and the bad times. Trying to keep track of it, however, is very seriously difficult. So we won’t attempt to break the interview into nice little manageable sections. You can deal with it the way we had to – talk overkill…

BN: People say the last Nazareth album, Move Me, was their best in years. Did that make you proud? BR: Yeah, cos I did all the writing and the production and the drum programming… it was like a Billy Rankin solo album with Dan McCafferty singing. Not taking anything away from Pete Agnew, but I had to spend ages with him, basically just to get him drunk enough to play his bits!

We were going to put down the guitar and bass tracks then Darryl Sweet was meant to play the drums live over that. But he listened to the drum machine and said ‘well, that’s what I would have done, so why bother?’ So he spent all his time in the Irish pub down the road…

The band lost their spark years ago, when Manny Charlton was still with them. At that time Manny was doing all the work, and when he stuck up for himself they popped him. It was the same with me. It was like, ‘yous are all away to the pub all the time, and I’m taking over from Manny!’ Apparently this new boy they’ve got is just the same – he’s got these brilliant songs they’re going to do. But the last album was with a major record company and it did nothing, so even if they get a major album deal the new one will still do nothing. It’s past – it’s gone.

BN: It sounds as if a vast majority of it all was a pain in the arse.
BR: No, no, it wasn’t. It’s just that the amount of times I’ve been ripped off has made me a bit cynical. But I’ve managed to make a living out of what I enjoy doing… I sound a bit hard but it’s not really that bad. I mean, tonight, I’m playing here and I’m looking forward to it, because that’s what I do, it’s what I do best… I mean, I canny rewire a plug or anything…

BN: Obviously Nazareth was the high point in your career so far. What had you been doing before then?
BR: I started when I was 14, in about 75-76, and my first write-up was in the Kirkintilloch Herald. I was in a band called Phase, and you could be working five or six nights a week in Glasgow. There was the Maggie, the Houff, the Doune Castle, the Amphora, the Charing Cross Hotel… we used to have to paint moustaches on to get into the gigs to play! We’d go up to the bar and get fresh orange and lemonade, and we had a joiner in the band who was a year older than us and he’d get a lager shandy, then we’d be asked for ID… sometimes we’d lose gigs coz we were too young to play them!
BN: Then you joined Zal Cleminson’s band when you were 17.
BR: I came from the pub gigs in Glasgow to joining Zal’s band and playing in Sweden and that, playing to two or three thousand. The first five minutes were like ‘woa!’ then it would be okay.

It was the same with Nazareth – when I joined them I did a week’s rehearsal then the first gig on the tour, which was a stadium. I was like, ‘we’ll never fill that – you canny see the end of it!’ April Wine were supporting, then we went on, and you should have heard the racket when we appeared on the stage! That threw me, but after a couple of minutes I was like, ‘yeah! More of that!’

But you get the same buzz in a pub. Thing is, at a stadium you can only see the first three rows anyway… mind you, you can hear everyone!

BN: You became good mates with Alex Harvey, didn’t you?
BR: When I was with Zal’s band, Alex came to see us one night – the same night he choked my wife-to-be, but that’s another story. Anyway, I’d had a terrible gig, amps blowing up and all that, and he came over and said ‘you’re really good!’ He became a friend after that.

He was often like a father to me. ‘Drugs? Don’t take them, son, they’re no good for you,’ he’d say. He’d take them, right enough… ‘That’s a double vodka, you don’t want that, I’ll drink that…’ ‘You don’t want to go away with that woman, I’ll have her!’

But he once said to me: ‘Gigs never change – it doesn’t matter if you’re playing to hundreds or hundreds of thousands, you’ll still get the same highs and lows and the same technical problems.’ He was right – he was always right…

BN: A lot of acts have covered your songs. How do you feel about that?
BR: You find a lot of my Nazareth stuff turning up on metal bands’ debut albums – not loads, but quite a few. There aren’t really any I particularly like – the original way you did it sticks in your head as the way it should be done. With the covers I’ve heard, no one’s really changed the song – what’s the point in that? If you’re going to do a cover you should rip it apart and do something new. Nobody’s ever done that so far.

BN: What about covers by famous people? Meatloaf did one of yours.
BR: Aye, he did Burning Down from my solo album, Growing Up Too Fast. My then manager signed a publishing deal with Warner Chappell without telling me, and sent them all my stuff including my first album, which was published through A&M. So Warners thought they had those songs, but they didn’t. I found out because I got this letter saying I had to agree to cover any publishing debts if my manager went bankrupt, and I said: ‘I’m not signing anything like that!’ And they said: ‘but you must – we’ve already got Meatloaf doing one of your songs.’ So that was different, of course… But then I found the song was Burning Down. I said: ‘You haven’t got Burning Down – that’s A&M!’ so the next week they were suing the manager as well!

But Meatloaf was already recording it. Rotten cover version – he really murdered it… he did it with African backing singers and all that, and he had all these lassies singing the chorus, and no live drums and all the synthesiser stuff, and this song’s about the Jacobite rising – you know, a really Scottish song! Still, I got the money for it…

Barry Manilow held one of my tunes for two years – no one else could do it because he was holding it. The businessmen were saying ‘don’t give that out to anyone else until you hear otherwise – Barry might be doing it.’ So the big-nosed bastard sat on that for two years. He didn’t use it, but he did an Ian Hunter (Mott the Hoople) song, Two Ships, which made Ian rich again – that was murder too – you want to have heard it! oooh…

BN: What has been your most memorable moment?
BR: Playing the Mick Ronson memorial gig at the Hammersmith Apollo in London. I modelled my whole style of playing on Mick – as far as I’m concerned he’ll always be the guvnor. Trevor Boulder (Spiders from Mars basstard) used to say: ‘you remind me that much of Ronson, the way you play, the way you stand, even when you give the guitar to the audience and let them play it’ – I got that from Ronson – ‘You just look like Mick with dark hair, you know?’

So when Mick’s sister Maggie went to do the tribute concert, she told Trevor and Woody (Woodmansey, Spiders drummer) to pick a guitarist to replace Mick. There were plenty of other people up for the job but Trevor told me: ‘there’s nobody else I want to do it – playing with you is as near to playing with Ronson as you get’.

Bill Nelson, one of my heroes, played too, but he didn’t have Ronson’s style. I do coz I learned to play off Mick. And there were some great rock moments that night. I kept meeting Rolf Harris and just saying: ‘you’re Rolf Harris!’ and he was trying to be polite about it. But when you’re right in the middle of the stage, during the encore, and some long-haired big-nosed wee Scotsman comes up and says: ‘You’re Rolf Harris’ for the third time, you start to lose patience! I was sharing a mic with him and Tony Visconti. We were doing All the Young Dudes and Rolf didn’t know it, so he’s up covering for himself: ‘Aw-eee-ung-ooooo’ and I’m going: ‘You’re Rolf Harris’…

I don’t want to talk about personalities… but a couple of my mates were at the gig, big Queen fans, and they were trying to talk to Roger Taylor, and he was pretending he couldn’t understand them… Then he’s playing drums on All the Young Dudes, and I’m up with Roger Daltrey and Rolf Harris and all that, and Woody’s up hitting drums and cymbals beside Roger. So at the end of the song Woody turns to shake his hand and Roger snubs him and just disappears.

After the show, Woody was grumbling about it, and I said: ‘what are you waiting for? Doon ti’ his dressing room – I’ll come with you!’ Because I’ve spent the week teaching all the stars the Scottish way to deal with things, the way Alex Harvey taught me: ‘Awa’n’ lie in yer pish!’ So we spent a while rehearsing it and then…

Woody: Hey, Roger!
Roger: Yeah, man, wassup man?
Woody: You snubbed me back there.
Roger: Sorry, man? Wot yoo on about, man?
Woody: You snubbed me.
Roger: Wot, man?
Woody: On the stage. You snubbed me.
Roger: Nah man, sorry man, yeah man…
Woody: No, I don’t want to shake your hand…
Me: Go for it, Woods!
Woody: Away un’ lie in yur pish!
Roger: …away and wot? Sorry man? Wot yoo on abaht, man…?

But it was a great concert, and I’ve got it all on video except the bits with me in it – there’s one bit with me walking off the stage and that’s it…

BN: What was the biggest gig you ever played?
BR: 280,000 in Budapest. We were headlining to get 280,000 bottles flung at us! A film crew were making Grizzly II that night. It was like this 45-foot Rupert the Bear with a wee toy tree like you’d have in your khazi, and a guy at the top of it shouting ‘No No Get Away You Nasty Bear.’

So they were setting it at a Woodstock kind of thing, and they had a stage with actors pretending to be the headline band. It was like a Kiss set – they had elevators and bombs going off and everything. Nazareth were the real headliners but they had to go on after us.

So the bear’s at this rock festival and it gets out and goes rampaging and killing people…This concert was set up for that, so they’d set the scene with Wishbone Ash and the usual crew, and we headlined and we got pelted – it should have been the highlight of our career but we got pelted!’

So then the actors go on, Predator they were called, miming to taped music. We’re talking to the ‘singer’ before he goes on, saying: ‘have you ever played to anyone before?’ and he’s saying: ‘no – you guys are amazing playing in front of all that – I just have to mime.’

He came up on an elevator and he was meant to jump up and grab the mic, but there’s 280,000 people looking at him so he just froze! They had to do it three times – they had to give him something to calm down, and the audience were all like, ‘hold on a minute, we’ve heard this bit, why does that guy keep coming up and standing still and going back down again?’

BN: What was the best gig house to play?
BR: The Cobo Hall in Detroit was brilliant. I lost three guitars in one night to the audience out on the catwalk, when I had a deal with Washburn. Every time I went out on the catwalk I never had the big Gibson on, I always had a Washburn, and they’d grab a hold of it and unclip it. They were biting it and ripping it apart, and I loved it! The Glasgow Apollo was brilliant. I’d seen all my heroes there and I’d used to hope I could play there one day, and I did it. I played it in 1982 just before it was knocked down…

BN: Who was the best act to support, and who was the best act to support you?
BR: One of the best tour packages we were ever part of was Rose Tattoo, Nazareth and Aerosmith. Both brilliant bands. I remember playing Toronto one night, the same night I pulled a needle out of Steven Tyler’s arm – he didn’t recognise me, he was just saying ‘hey man, help me get this out’. Angry Anderson from Rose Tattoo came into the dressing room after they’d been on, and he went up to Dan McCafferty and said, ‘Hello Dan, I’m Angry,’ and Dan said, ‘What about, son?’ They were lunatics – the bass player used to catch bottles that got flung at him, and fling them back into the audience – he didn’t care who they hit. But the audience got the message, they realised they’d better stop it!

BN: So what are you planning next?
BR: Hunners of things. I’m working with a new singer, Tony – he’s a black Mick Jagger. He wouldn’t mind me saying that, coz he is, he sings and acts like Jagger. The only thing is, Mick’s learned from experience that you can’t record a track in the studio while you’re slinging the mic about the place.

Tony and I wrote the album here in the Crowwood House – I got him good rates! Then we went to Berlin to record – it was me, Tony, Andy Wells (the drummer with Then Jericho) and Chris Childs (who’s now joined Thunder for their tour).

We were watching Tony singing a track, and suddenly he stops, takes the headphones off and disappears, and the studio tech’s like: ‘Vot’s happenink here?’ and I’m like: ‘it’s okay, he’s aff his heed, I’ll get it sorted…’ So I run after him and I start, ‘Tony, what’s wrong…’ but I don’t need to finish because I’ve guessed: ‘Have you shat your trousers?’

And he says: ‘Yeah, man, don’t tell anyone!’ which is a stupid thing to say to me. Then he runs off to the toilets. We’re six storeys up and he wheechs his underpants out the window onto Berlin high street! So eventually he goes back to the booth, and Andy says to him: ‘Hey Tony, either you’ve put your dick on back to front, or you’ve shat your trousers!’ So that joke went on all week… Hey Tony, is that a canoe in your back pocket?

Tony’s got four deals he’s chasing – I’m his co-writer. He can’t play a note so he sings a note and I batter about – we’ve got a chemistry. It’s honest rock’n’roll. A lot of people don’t like his singing, but he’s got a thing about him. It’ll be hit or miss… it’s more Stones-like, geared for Tony’s voice.

By this time we’re all anecdoted out, a danger when in Billy’s company. Fortunately he has to go away and play an acoustic set, with his stunning voice, genius guitar and silly stamping-board. The Rankin set is memorable for Ziggy Stardust, Get It On, various SAHB and self-penned numbers, and a serious educational moment when the teenyboppers discover a certain well-known Boyzone song is in fact a Cat Stevens song! Billy follows this with a full-electric set featuring himself on lead/rhythm guitar and vox accompanied by DAT recordings of himself.

He was always the wean in a crowd of older musicians, which leaves him around 35 and with plenty of time to do it all over again. And if that doesn’t work, he could easily get away with a Rollins-style gig/lecture tour, such is the enterainment value of the man.

SEEMINGLY the only person who can keep the Rankster under control is his wife, a source of constant support etc etc and plenty of putting down…
BR: We’ve known each other since we were weans. I used to put her windows in because she lived in the Catholic street and I lived in the Protestant bit. Then her eight brothers grew up so I gave her some respect after that. She used to buy petrol for the van in the old days. She’d say “Are you sure you want me to come on the road with you?” I’d say “Aye, hen, I love you. I don’t want to be without you. Can you gies a fiver for petrol?” She worked in a bank so she had a credit card and a cheque book, so the band could say “The cheque’s in the post.”

She’s never been over-impressed with the music business. A&M phoned me when my solo single, Baby Come Back, charted in the Billboard top40. I shouted to her: “I’m in the top 40,” and she said “That’s a lot of record sales…who’s buying it?” Then she goes: “That’s the one you wrote in the lavvy, isn’t it?” I used to keep my gold and platinum discs in the lavvy til she said they lowered the tone of the room…


Rock stars ‘fire’ lead guitarist

In a shock move Fife rockers Nazareth have sacked founder member Manny Charlton and installed a replacement – in the shape of guitarist Billy Rankin.

Drummer Darrell Sweet said this week that, “musical and personal differences” had led to a new core line-up for the band after 22 years. While no-one was prepared to talk in detail about the split which occurred shortly after the charity fund-raising concert at East End Park last month – Manny said this week, “Basically I was fired.”

He went on, “I thought that we might have been able to resolve things, but obvoiusly the rest of the guys reached an impasse.”

The guitarist, who co-wrote much of the band’s material with singer Dan McCafferty, says that he plans to “put out feelers” in the business and send off demo tapes of songs he has written in the hope of finding a recording deal. Manny emphasised that there is no acrimony between him and his successor, who has worked with the band in the past, and he said, “I have a lot of respect for Billy. He is a talented guy.”

Explaining that Nazareth regard the affair as an internal matter, Darrell said, “This is basically our business, albeit to a certain degree we are in the public domain.” He went on, “Nobody was happy about how things were going and as it happened the three of us decided to stick together and Manny was asked to leave.”

Billy was part of the band when they were a six-piece from 1980-1983 when it also included keyboard’s player John Locke. “That was a phase in our career when we reckoned that we had done everything that we could with a four-piece band and then we reverted.” said Darrell.

He added, “There was no question of going further afield. Billy is an excellent guitarist. We wanted a change with minimal disturbance and luckily we managed to do that.”

Of the rift, Darrell commented, “Manny, being one of the main songwriters, had a lot to say about the songwriting. However, we haven’t had a hit record for six years.” Nazareth are currently rehearsing for tours in Scandinavia, Europe and America and Darrell summed up, “We are very happy about the way things are going.”

Billy Rankin, who is originally from Kirkintilloch, began his career with The Sensational Alex Harvey Band in 1978. He said, “I’ve always got on with Manny Charlton and everybody else in the band, and it was actually a big surprise when they asked me to replace him.” During his eighties involvement with Nazareth he contributed a number of songs, including Dream On, which was a number one hit all over Europe. Billy has enjoyed solo success in America.


Rankin Billy

THE SCENE: Holoway Sanatorium is a dark, forbidding edifice which dominates the skyline of the quiet village of Virginia Water, buried deep in the heart of the Surrey stockbroker belt. The ominous, archaic building looms hideously over the wary entrant as he mounts the great, grey stone steps, pulls open the heavy wood and glass doors and enters the ornate foyer. To the left is a harshly lit corridor strewn with dead and decaying leaves and clinging branches, like a mortified conservatory; to the right, a few rooms, bleakly illuminated, and scattered with debris indicating the sanatorium’s past history – as a mental asylum. The sanatorium finally closed its doors a few years ago and a set of floor plans suspended from an office wall is all that remains along with a discarded heap of patients’ admission index cards. Outside the wind howls bitterly, the air is petrified, dank and unwelcoming. And Billy rankin, guitarist with Nazareth, and now singer/songwriter in his own right has chosen to shoot his video here…

THE VIDEO: Billy Rankin has written an album called ‘Growin’ Up Too Fast’, signed a worldwide (except Japan) deal with A&M (Nazareth’s record company in the States) and is contemplating getting a band together to tour with this new material providing the album takes off satisfactorily. To give the thing some extra push he commisioned a video for the first single ‘Baby Come Back’, but was somewhat disenchanted with the response. Explanations, Billy… “I’ve watched MTV out in the States (Billy has just returned from a 10-week tour there with Nazareth) and every video you see’s got some long-legged blonde in it, you know? And every script I got sent was: Billy’s Girl! – she gets stolen by this guy and Billy goes out and shoots him up the arse! But I wanted to try something a bit different so I ended up writing part of it with the director, Pete Cornish. It’s just these two guys (Joe Normal & Billy Rankin, rock star) and the first guy is watching the rock star on TV. Eventually, the latter comes alive and out of the TV, and the straight guy ends up inside it! He can’t get out so he goes through all this nightmare thing! I’ve got another one to do for a song called ‘Rip It Up’, which is more of an album track, though it’s a rocker. I’m doing that basically for MTV – since it came out there’s no real need to tour around the States anymore to push your record.”

THE ALBUM: Billy Rankin joined Nazareth three years ago after fronting his own outfits around Glasgow (he belongs to the McLaine clan, incidentally, hence the tartan scarf and guitar!) and a spell alongside former SAHB guitarist Zal Cleminson. So far he’s recorded two studio albums with Nazareth, ‘2XS’ and ‘Sound Elixir’ (as yet unreleased in the UK), both of which he wrote for, and he also plays on the live ‘Snaz’ LP. During the recording of ‘2XS’ his writing skills were duly noted by some A&R men (from A&M) who were visiting Nazareth in the studios at Monserrat. They promptly offered him a solo deal, but “I turned it down at the time because I didn’t think I was ready for it. I write songs all the time and they’re all different so if I was going to do a solo album I wanted it to have some continuity, to sound like it was from the same artist going in the same direction. So I held off until I had that.” The result is ten songs that helter skelter along very much in the Bryan Adams/Rick Springfield vein only heavily daubed in rock ‘n’ roll. He’s a kind of ballsy Scottish version of the aforementioned stars, writing potential hits that drip hooks yet never forget they’re supposed to rock! Certainly, his songs are more commercially orientated than Nazareth’s output. “Yeah, I know what you mean; it’s more direct, I’d agree with that. But it’s not that far removed from the kind of power I’ve got with Nazareth, it’s got that natural power. Most of the tracks were recorded ‘live’, and all the vocals were one-takes and all the guitar solos I did as one-takes to try and keep the spontaneity. Basically the whole production was designed around the radio so when you hear it on the airwaves it’s gonna sound heavy as anything, like Billy Squier’s stuff.”

THE IMAGE: “The image the company wanted was a bit tricky because, at first, they wanted to do it as a totally new person that nobody’s ever heard of: say that I’ve spent the last 24 years up in the Highlands chasing sheep, things like that. But it soon became apparent that that wouldn’t work because the first bout of interviews I did it’d only take one person to go ‘Hey, don’t you play with Nazareth?!’ It’s been played down, certainly, it’s not a major selling point for the album. If the record takes off it’ll be on its own merits not because I’m a member of Nazareth.”

THE FUTURE: “I’m gonna get a band together in the States. When I recorded the album I used an American producer (John Ryan) but did it in England to get a European feel, though with an American commerciality – so I wanted the same when I get the band together, Americans who play like Europeans. There’s nothing definite lined up, it depends on how the album does. I’ll either go on a whistle-stop interview tour or get a band together, rehearse and possibly take a support tour, something like that. But I’m not gonna go and do the bloody clubs, that’s for sure! I’m not leaving Nazareth or anything, though… the only reason I would leave at any point would be when the band splits… but there might be times, if the solo thing takes off, when they’ll have to get somebody else in to do a tour in my place.”


Shake

Goodbye Miracles
Nobody Home
Hammer Comes Down
Take My Hand
Friend
Nobody Calls Me That
Do It!
Colour My Love
Walk Out
Money & Girls
Don’t Keep Me Waitin’
One In A Million
Get Inside Of You

Goodbye Miracles

Bye, bye miracle, goodbye, bye miracle
Goodbye, bye miracles, goodbye
Bye, bye miracle, goodbye, bye miracle
Goodbye, bye miracles, goodbye

Sittin’ in a cornfield, Tennessee
I can see you, sure as hell you see me
There’s a lack of good feedin’, there’s a sack of good reason
In the back of my neck, there’s a pain ain’t relievein’

Need some sign, some guarantee
If the sun’s gonna shine, let it shine on me
Tell me what have I done to you?
What have I gone through?
What am I to do without your love?

Bye, bye miracle, goodbye, bye miracle
Goodbye, bye miracles, goodbye
Bye, bye miracle, goodbye, bye miracle
Goodbye, bye miracles, goodbye

If only my friends could see me now
Pissin’ in the wind ‘til the midnight hour
If I had some pride, I’d be whippin’ my hide
Then deliver you the body with a note that rhymes

One of these days you’ll be crawlin’ back
One of these days when the sky turns black
When a pig flies by in a pink tie-dye for you
What am I to do without your love?

Bye, bye miracle, goodbye, bye miracle
Goodbye, bye miracles, goodbye
Bye, bye miracle, goodbye, bye miracle
Goodbye, bye miracles, goodbye……no

Gimme a sign, gimme one of your lines
‘bout stickin’ your head in the oven tonight by five
One in the eye, what a pleasant surprise
I can almost feel the turning of the knife inside
So clinical, goodbye my miracle, goodbye

Bye, bye miracle, goodbye, bye miracle
Goodbye, bye miracles, goodbye
Bye, bye miracle, goodbye, bye miracle
Goodbye, bye miracles, goodbye

Sittin’ in a cornfield, Tennessee
I can see you, sure as hell you see me
There’s a lack of good feedin’, there’s a sack of good reason
In the back of my neck, there’s a pain ain’t relievein’
Need some sign, some guarantee
If the sun’s gonna shine, let it shine on me
Tell me what have I done to you?
What have I gone through?
What am I to do?
If only my friends could see me now
Pissin’ in the wind ‘til the midnight hour
If I had some pride, I’d be whippin’ my hide
Then deliver you the body with a note that says goodbye
I said goodbye, oh goodbye, just goodbye, I said goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I said goodbye, let me tell you

One of these days you’ll be crawlin’ back
One of these days when the sky turns black
When a pig flies by in a pink tie-dye for you
What am I to do without your love, without your love?
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I said goodbye, I said goodbye, I said goodbye, I said goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Nobody Home

Hell’s Bells again, message from the heavens
Let it slide, just let it slide
Won’t take the blame
Say, leave your name and number, thanks, bye
The call comes thru, the call comes thru
Then the call comes thru an’ we don’t know what to do

Strangers from the sky drop by
You can see it in their eyes
They’ve got nothin’ much better to do
Better than you
Take to your beds
Try an’ take to covering up your heads
Quit spoiling the view
Then the call comes thru
An’ they don’t know what to do

They call and they call
There’s no-one listening, nobody
They call, they call, they call and they call
There’s no-one answering, nobody
Nobody home

Home, home on the Range
Never seen a better way of stuffin’ that stuff
Right up out of view, out of the blue
It’s only painful when you laugh, don’t laugh
When you’re dealin’ with psychopaths
Only thing you can do
Then the call comes thru, an’ we don’t know what to do

They call, an’ they call
There’s no-one listening, nobody
They call, they call, they call, they call
There’s no-one answering, nobody
Nobody home

In the alligator rain, ten seconds on the clock
When your feet have caught fire tellin’ Hell`n yellin’
“Make it stop, just make it stop!”
There’s a toll-free you can dial, got everything on file
It’s a mediator, radiator, second-class taper to talk
Then the call comes thru, an’ we don’t know what to do

They call an’ they call
There’s no-one listening, nobody
They call, they call, they call and they call
There’s no-one answering, nobody
Nobody home

Resolve, dissolve, re-call, they fall
There’s no-one listening, nobody home

They try, they lie, they cry, they die
There’s no-one answering, nobody home

Nobody home.
Hammer Comes Down

I’m looking from the window
I hear the radio playin’ my kinda town
Don’t want to be a loser
Gonna lose myself in my kinda town
You’re sellin’ me a reason
You’re tellin’ me it’s pleasin’ you
I know you’re lying

Whatcha gonna do when the hurricane hits you?
Oh yeah when the hammer comes down
Whatcha gonna do when the dealer outwits you?
Oh yeah when the hammer comes down

I’m waitin’ for the thunder
Is it any wonder that I’m cryin’ inside?
Don’t wanna go crazy
It’s never easy when you’re dyin’ inside
It’s gettin’ kinda late for you
I’m never gonna wait for you
In silent promise
Take My Hand

Silver bracelet, satin gown
Smile for me baby
Make me feel alright
Endless highway, dead of night
Don’t look in the mirror
Everything will be alright

Come on and take my hand
I’ll take you where nothin’s planned
No need to run, it’s over and done
If you take my hand

Empty faces, silent town
Dance for me baby
Make me feel alright
Don’t you cry out in the darkness
Don’t pray in the morning
We can pray for the light

All I needed was your love
All I wanted was a little company
We all need just a little lovin’ care
And comfort to get us through the night
Friend

Followin’ you around ‘cos every creep in town they wanna hold you near
Forgive my despair I’m not spoken for anywhere
I get all messed up baby everybody needs a friend

I keep a stainless mind it works every time I get so much done.
In some uncertain way you look so temperate like you would give in, some
I get all messed up baby everybody needs a friend
Aw c’mon lets dance baby everybody needs a friend.

I know what you want and everything you crave, do you understand?
Supposing you could speak would you speak to me, nothing planned?
Don’t waste my time baby everybody needs,
C’mon lets dance baby everybody needs a friend.
A friend.

Nobody Calls Me That

Call me superstitious but am I outa luck?
I can tell I’m out of favour, more than enough
Please wont you tell I’m devoid of a clue
How come I’m getting you heated?
Is it something I do?

Don’t wanna say nothin’ that you don’t wanna hear
But there’s a little demon whisprin’ in my left ear
He say, “It don’t appear likely you’re required tonight
Why don’t you take your butt elsewhere, business is tight”
I can take so much of your Autocrat-chat
But you’ve blown it big time mister
Nobody calls me that

You could’ve called me a lily-assed one-eyed clown
Could’ve called me Marie, I’d-a-never turned around
Could’ve said my mother likes to take it in back
But you’ve blown it big time mister
Nobody calls me that

Don’t often stick around when trouble begins
But your mouth’s so big I gotta fill it in
Ah you were too dumb, way too dumb to quit
So don’t patronise, ‘cos it don’t mean shit
Gonna leave here wearin’ your baseball bat
3 times a lady, boy, nobody…………calls me that!

Do It!

In a Tax-free zone, down a tin-can alley
There’s a slipper girl-thing and a man named Sally
They were talk-talk-talkin’ ‘bout a final little coffin nail
Seems, down at the Docks, the intended lies a-waitin’
And the privileged information’s gonna get wet too.
Y’can’t be too careful when it comes to being careful

Do it, do it, just do it!

There’s a man in my street keeps a flock of grey doves
An’ he’s set in his ways, wearin’ Everlast gloves
His opinion can be beat when push becomes a shove
Says he doesn’t give a monkey ‘bout youth of the day
They should all drop dead, should be taken away
Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay

Do it, do it, just do it, just do it!

There, there, there my sweet
You can sip it thru a straw; you can throw it back neat
Just don’t be hesitatin’ waitin’ for it
Cos in the ideal world I’d be coming for you
Could be tokin’ on the bale, could be sniffin’ that glue
Better stake your fakin’ reputation on it

Do it, do it, just do it!

Do it, do it, just do it!
Colour My Love

Darkness fell on me with a vengeance tonight
Now my darkness has a name
I can’t make you stay, I don’t have the right
Least of all when I’m to blame

There was a time when we could’ve reached for the skies
Dreams all painted up in blue
So what’s the reasoning behind those blue eyes?
What is left for us to do when all our dreams spin out of view?

Nothing in my eyes my love
Just a pain inside my love
Is it night or day, all I see is grey?
Colour my love

It’s hard to sleep away the images I see
When all my visions are of you
I feign indifference from thoughts that shouldn’t be
Tell myself I’ll make it through
When all I really need is you

I’ve been thinking ‘bout a time when all the world was fine
And the colour of love was yours and mine
Every bright new day was goin’ our way
And the nights were warm and long
Ain’t it funny how the change came on so fast?
And the dreams all faded
That our love would last I believed an’ I still believe
Our love goes on and on and on
Walk Out

I heard about your felony
It’s been comin’ for a long time
You say you wanna set me free
But I never get to know why
You’ve been actin’ in a curious way
You leave me nothin’ but the bills to pay

Walk out, just when I need ya,
Walk out, take a walk
Walk out, just when it pleases ya
Walk out, just take a walk

You closed so many doors in my face
But I try to keep a level head
Now someone else is takin’ my place
I’m a thorn in your flower bed
It’s never easy to say goodbye
You hang around just to see me cry

Walk out, just when I need ya,
Walk out, take a walk
Walk out, just when it pleases ya
Walk out, just take a walk

You always could rely on me
To be there when you were falling down
Now you bring me to my knees
I ain’t beggin’ you to stay around

Walk out, just when I need ya,
Walk out, take a walk
Walk out, just when it pleases ya
Walk out, just take a walk
Money & Girls

Shake!

I love getting all in a mess; I love a stranger’s distress
I like your verbal attack; I love answering back

There’s a slow train comin’ and it’s bringin’ no thrills
Just treason with a reason called money and girls
Please, Mr Postman, my heart’s in a whirl
There’s gotta be somethin’ in the sack ’bout money and girls

I love the smell of Gasoline Stations
An’ the way the League of Nations always screwed up
I love playin’ ovens in Dutch, I love doin’ nothin’ much

From the Folky in the gutter to the dyke from Hollywood Hills
They’re singin’ “Here’s another ditty ’bout money and girls.”
There’s a solitary guru sittin’ in a tower of molten guilt
Cryin’ “I’ve sinned Father, sinned ‘bout money and girls.”
Please, Mr Postman, my heart’s in a whirl, there’s gotta be
Somethin’ in the sack, somethin’ in the sack
Of money and girls

Shake!

I love makin’ fun of my nose; I love how your garden grows
Get off drivin’ real fast cars’ get a buzz eatin’ Willie Wonka candy bars

There’s a slow train comin’ an’ it’s bringin’ no thrills
There’s a friend worth believin’, It’s money and girls
Please, please, pretty please, pretty damn please
It’ll freeze an’ you won’t notice, focus, money and girls
There’s a snake in the grass and it’s closin’ on you fast but
Money and girls only thing that’s gonna last
Money and girls it’s future in the past
Better cover your ass, cover your ass
Hey you Mr Postman, my heart’s in a whirl
There’s gotta be somethin’ in the sack about money and girls
There’s a solitary guru sittin’ in a Tower of molten guilt
Cryin’ “I’ve sinned Father, sinned Father, sinned Father
Sinned Father over and over and over
Money and girls

Shake!  Shake!  Shake!

Money and girls
Don’t Keep Me Waitin’

Just gone midnight, another lonely night ahead
I could use a little love cos I’m slowly goin’ out of my head
I really wanna call you but I can do without the pain
Why’d you have to lead me on and then leave me cold again?

Don’t keep me waitin’
I’m so alone without your love
Don’t keep me waitin’
I’ve been the loser long enough

I don’t understand you I give you everything you want
There’s gotta be another way I cant rely on your lovin’ at all
Do you really want me or am I wasting all my time?
You really gotta let me know tell me baby will you ever be mine?

Don’t keep me waitin’
I’m so alone without your love
Don’t keep me waitin’
I’ve been the loser long enough

You’re so sure you can keep me underground
But one day you’ll call an’ I wont be around

Don’t keep me waitin’
I’m so alone without your love
Don’t keep me waitin’
I’ve been a loser long enough

Don’t keep me waitin’
One In A Million

As the winds of love are blowing
Where they’ll lead you, no one knows
Till the misty mornin’ finds you all alone

When I feel I’m always losin’
When it seems so hard to hold
Then I realise you’re all I need to know

One in a million dreams come true
Some never see it through
But, one in a million came to be with you

In the ever-changing story
Tender moments shining through
Hear the echoes of the pages here with you

Leaving all my cares behind me
Not afraid to run the race
All the strength I need is always in your face

When the sky is burnin’ there’s you
When the world stops turnin’ there’s you
Get Inside Of You

Get inside the stranger, get inside the danger
Get into the manger, get inside of you
Breakin’ down the stone wall, let me be your role model
Getting’ through the phone call
Get inside of you

Spread the shame of your righteous morality
Lay the blame firmly right at your door
Only from you can I get to the start of it
Only for you can I get to the heart of it all

So I’m getttin’ inside the stranger, get inside the danger
Get into the manger, get inside of you
Breakin’ down the stone wall, let me be your role model
Getting’ through the phone call
Get inside of you

I’m amazed just how long you can go without
All the craziness locked in your eyes
Only a fool could be foolish enough for you
Only a fool would be willing and able to try

So I’m getttin’ inside the stranger, get inside the danger
Get into the manger, get inside of you
Breakin’ down the stone wall, let me be your role model
Getting’ through the phone call
Get inside of you

Take a walk with me down through your innocent life
You can talk to me; it’s not a crime
Only a view from your eyes is enough for me
Only a fool would be willing and able to try

So I’m getttin’ inside the stranger, get inside the danger
Get into the manger, get inside of you
Breakin’ down the stone wall, let me be your role model
Getting’ through the phone call
Get inside of you

Get inside the stranger, get inside the danger
Get into the manger, get inside of you
Breakin’ down the stone wall, let me be your role model
Getting’ through the phone call
Get inside of you