city of the dead

Some overdue photos of Glasgow Necropolis,

which was begun in the 19th Century,

and inspired by Père Lachaise in Paris...

Because y'all know I love me a good cemetery.


Approach via the "Bridge of Sighs"; so called because it was
the funeral procession route in Victorian Ggow (also Venice-inspired).


From there, you get a nice view of Ggow Cathedral.


Through the dark streets they go searching
to see God in their own way/


Save the night time for your weeping, your weeping.


So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring/


For the curses to be broken.


We go underneath the arches where the witches are in the saying/


There are ghost towns in the ocean, the ocean.


God is in the houses and God is in my head/


And all the cemeteries in [Glasgow].


I see God come in my garden but I don't know what he said/


For my heart it wasn't open, not open.


Singing la la la la la la eh/


There's no light over [Glasgow] today.


There is a queen buried in Glasgow Necropolis.


The Queen Of The Gipsies.


They're calling you some kind of ghost/


But I know that's not true.


Cause time and time again I spoke/


And I have spoke with you.


They're saying I am some kind of ghost/


But that's so hard to say.


Maybe I'll go/


Maybe you're safe.


No there's no way to say.


And I would love you/


To come over.


At the summit.


Those who are dead are not dead/


They're just living in my head.


And since I fell for that spell/


I am living there as well.


Time is so short and I'm sure/


There must be something more.


You thought you might be a ghost.


You thought you might be a ghost.


You didn't get to heaven but you made it close.


You didn't get to heaven but you made it close.


And to those that I love/


Like a ghost through a fog.


Like a charmed hour/


And a haunted song.


Track a ghost through a fog.


A charmed hour... a haunted song.


There's no light over [Glasgow] today.
xx