Norman Lamont

Norman Lamont

 Edinburgh, Scotland, GBR

Intelligent, quirky pop.


Lamont, a considerable force on the Edinburgh acoustic music scene, offers a fine selection of well crafted and intricate compositions. Drawing a wide range of audiences, Norman Lamont's songs are quirky but instantly memorable, bearing lyrics that are by turns funny, articulate and spiritual. Sometimes described as a surrealist, Lamont's songs overflow with vivid imagery.

Spirits hover above a couple making love, wolves stand in the shadows, the jilted find eyeballs in unexpected places and Bob Dylan wanders through a landscape of Dylan clones. The arrangements are based on guitars and strings, quirky and always catchy, ranging from rock to haunting ambient.

Winner of the Edinburgh Acoustic Idols 2006 awards for best CD and best acoustic act. His songs and instrumentals have been featured in two indepentdent films (Ferry Forth, made in Scotland and Godot, made in the USA)

He is currently working on Romantic Fiction 2, for November release.



Written By: Norman Lamont

I went to the doctor, he said
Where do I begin?
You got this thing about Nicole and it’s getting underneath your skin
I went the next day, he said Where do I start?
You don’t seem to want to fight it and it’s eating up your heart

I went to the priest and he said Man
You are the victim of forces we don’t fully understand
He said From where you're hanging now you ain’t got far to fall
So if you’re gonna burn, well, best burn with Nicole

I went to the analyst
He said That’s fifty quid
If it’s not your superego, man, it’s gotta be your id
I was still there on his couch as the night began to fall
Free associating fantasies about Nicole

I went to my mother and she said Son
You seem to have forgotten that I’m still your number one
I said Mother dear there’s a clock upon the wall
Frozen at the moment when I met Nicole

I went to my wife and she said Joe
If you’re gonna tell me something tell me something I don’t know
She said I’ve got some sympathy for what you’re going through
Cause ever since I saw her, man, I love her too.

The Ballad of Bob Dylan

Written By: Norman Lamont

He flew in from Miami with a bagful of bones
I was singing in the airport bar, just to pay off some loans
Two sleepless eyes in an unmade face
He saw me at the bar, he said "This must be the place!"
Said he was looking for a room for the night
He said his name was Bob Dylan, I said "Ha ha, right!"

He spent the night at my place on a couple of chairs
In the morning he was up and off and down the stairs
I found him in the marketplace, busking for cash
Playing my guitar in a rough and ready kind of fashion
A voice like a hangover looking for a cure
I said you sound like Bob Dylan, he said "Why sure."

Twenty miles away, high security hospital
They were looking for a guy who'd jumped the wall
They were looking in the streets they were looking in the zoo
No way of knowing what this kind of man might do
They only thing they'd got on him while he was away
Was he was into Bob Dylan in a big big way.

My friend with his busking made a couple of pounds
And with a couple of mine that got a couple of rounds
We sat there reminiscing back down the line
To the sixties, how we hadn't recognized them at the time
When this guy burst in, grabbed my friend by the sleeve And says he's Bob Dylan - I thought Man, time to leave

They got stuck into each other, I never saw the stranger's face
Barman's yelling at me Get these guys outta the place
Spitting out language, they were spitting out blood
It was like watching Cain and Abel, before the flood.
Got out to the street and the stranger was gone
My friend Bob Dylan just picked up his bag of bones

(This is what he told me ...)

'That guy there used to be a country western star
Who put down his roots and never wandered far
With his Jewish mama and five kids on the farm
It had been too damn long since he'd done any harm.
His wife cut his throat, he had to get born again
I got his job, he's been after me since then.'

What about the bones? He said 'I carry them with me
They remind me of a guy I knew in 63
He could have been a big shot, I told him back then
But he turned into a junkie - well I ain't no judge of men.'
That was his tale, as the evening wore on
When I woke up in the night Bob Dylan had gone.

He'd taken my guitar and my cowboy boots
My country singing tie and my country singing suit
Left me his bones, and some kinda book
It might have been a Bible, I never got time to look
'Cause they kicked down the door, they walked in real slow
They said 'We're looking for Bob Dylan' I said 'Whaddya know?'

These days I don't work much, guess I'm past my prime
I'm growing me a beard, that passes the time
I'm living in the country but I'll get across the wall
When I get a better grip of my short-term recall
Some days I feel bitter, some days I feel worse
I just write another song and play it to the nurse.

Winter Sky

Written By: Norman Lamont

Empty woods
Duffel hoods
Snowflakes in your eye

Crows about to fly
Winter sky

Arm in arm
Silver charm
Blue light in your eye

Crows about to fly
Winter sky

Holding on
Holding on
February soon be gone

Morning run
Orange sun
On the black horizon

Crows about to fly
Winter sky

When I Went to Your House

Written By: Norman Lamont

When I went to your house
All that I said
I was going for a drive
Just to clear my head
And if he believed me
Well I left that behind
When I went to your house I'd made up my mind

When I went to your house
The sun going down
I drove through the suburbs
And out of the town
I clung to that wheel like
A ring of pure gold
When I went to your house my hands were cold

When I got to your house
I had nothing to say
The sight of you drove
All my thoughts away
And I don't know if you were
Surprised that I came
When I got to your house you just said my name

We started an avalanche
As we knew we would
And much was destroyed that was
Precious and good
But we can't help but grab for
The things that we lack
When I went to your house I never went back

The Wolf Who Snared the Moon

Written By: Norman Lamont

See - in the woods
In a clearing there stretches a wall
Flaking with ages and claimed
By the gently closing hand of ivy
There we stand
As the moon yellow stains on the night
Howling our prayers to the night
Till our shadows
Overshadow us

Sleep has you
Waking has you
Chance can have you
The fear of death too soon
Longing has you
Shame has you
And I will have you

Night has you
Silence has you
Memory has you
Conversations overheard
Fantasy has you
Heroes have you
And I will have you

And I intend to be the one, the Wolf Who Snared the Moon

Jerusalem Blues

Written By: Norman Lamont

Tom was a radical, Helen a Jew
They talked long and deeply of all they'd been through
Helen said Tom I love you like my hands
Let's fly out together and live off the land
They learned a new language in June 63
They thought it was free

Come to grief

Hassan Mohammed looks down at his hands
His family were farmers till they lost the land
The children are playing, the youngest one cries
He fears what he sees in the oldest one's eyes
His grandfather's picture is pinned to the wall
He thought he was free

Come to grief

Now Helen and Tom live in five whitewashed rooms
Out where the desert is starting to bloom
Weekends the teenagers drive to the beach
Helen and Tom keep in radio reach
They take it in turns to escort the school bus
With their guns on their knees

Come to grief

On the back of a turtle a man builds his home
Thinking this is the island of his oldest dreams
And he builds it with love and he tends it with care
But one day the turtle will come up for air
And the last thing he sees is a face like his own
In the rage of the sea

Come to grief

The parents look sadly across the old walls
Both trying to answer invisible calls
Hassan remembers when land was just land
But the children they're raising will not understand
Those children will rise up again and again
Until they are free (or they think they are free)

Come to grief

Now God speaks in riddles and we do his will
The soldier will teach and the farmer will kill
He threw us together he tears us apart
How can two bodies share the one heart?
How can two bodies share the one heart?

© Norman Lamont. All rights reserved.

If It's You

Written By: Norman Lamont

Well the spring's in the gardens and the summer's gonna roll in soon
And the red tulips burn in the green of the afternoon
And I'm driving home but I wonder what I'm driving home to
I need someone, I just don’t know if it’s you

Well I think you've gone missing and a stranger's taken your place
Or maybe I was thinking of a fictional time and place
You might feel the same but I don't want to ask if you do
I need someone, I just don’t know if it’s you

You've been kind
I've been blind
Through all those maybes stretching back

Now a silence sits between us
a silence sits between us
a silence sits between us
Like some clergy
Dressed in black

So I finish my dinner and you pass me the small talk
Now I'm feeling crowded so I'm going out for a walk.
In the west it’s red; in the east it's a deepening blue
I need someone, I just don’t know if it’s you

Now I'm coming to bed and I'm looking down at your face
You sleep like a child and there always seems to be a trace
And a word is rising to my lips but it doesn't get through
And I need someone, I just don’t know if it’s you.


2003: Living Water (live)
2003: two tracks on US indie compilation Thinking Of Bob Dylan
2004: The Wolf Who Snared the Moon (album)
2004: I Remember It All From Before (EP tribute to Incredible String Band)
2005: Romantic Fiction 1 (EP)
2007: Romantic Fiction 2 (EP)

Set List

Norman performs solo acoustic, or as a duo (The Wright Brothers), or as Norman Lamont WaveForms, improvised ambient guitar synth instrumentals.

He has recently been performing mixed ambient/song solo gigs.