I micht ha’e been contentit wi’ the Rose Gin I’d had ony reason to suppose That what the English dae can e’er mak’ guid For what Scots dinna—and first and foremaist should. I micht…

  Stravinsky’s Rite Of Spring mixed with the Simpsons’ Springfield song is a riot.   see also:

  Puir Burns, wha’s bouquet like a shot kail blaws —Will this rouch sicht no’ gi’e the orchids pause? The Gairdens o’ the Muses may be braw, But nane like oors can breenge and eat…

Here they come. Stramashing down your street. The second volume of Reckless 2026 stramash-ups. Tracks: Golden Sunshine I Know Where I’m Going Remember You’re A Vicious Womble All That Is Delicious Is Not Nutritious Be…

  I put some bread oot fir the wee birds ti eat I fought the craw and the craw won I fought the craw and the craw won My cats wouldni chase them – they’re…

  O Scotland is THE barren fig. Up, carles, up And roond it jig. Auld Moses took A dry stick and Instantly it Floo’ered in his hand. Pu’ Scotland up, And wha can say It…

  Niche If you want Talking Heads and Jonathan Meades – I got that Talking Meades Methil Machine Music with Lou Reed – I got that James Joyce with The Ramones Sleaford Mods and ice…

  Dae what ye wull ye canna parry This skeleton-at-the-feast that through the starry Maze o’ the warld’s intoxicatin’ soiree Claughts ye, as micht at an affrontit quean A bastard wean! Prood mune, ye needna…