Feel the Power

Feel the Power is a song written by musician, broadcaster and former Fort William Shinty and Scotland Internationalist, Gary Innes to highlight and celebrate all that is great about the Women's Shinty game. Recorded in GloWorm Studios in Glasgow, all musicians gave up their time and talents to record 'Feel the Power' as a charity single, with all money raised being donated to the Women's Camanachd Assosiation to help with its development.

The musicians were
Mischa Macpherson - Lead Vocals
Kim Carnie - Backing Vocals
Siobhan Miller - Backing Vocals
Innes White - Guitars
Rory Matheson - Keys
James Lindsay - Bass
Mark Scobbie - Drums
Gary Innes - Accordion

Oban Lorne Shinty Club Singers/Clappers
Annmarie Maclean
Caroline Smith
Shelley MacCuish
Pamela MacNab
Claire Douglas

Glasgow Mid Argyll
Orla McCarthy

Recorded and mixed by Ross Saunders - Dusty Reel

Norman Strachan - Video
Hugh Dan Maclennen - Photographs
Neil Patterson - Photographs

Feel the Power Lyrics.

Verse 1
This world in which we live in
Keeps changing every day
From politicians down the road
The music that we play
But stay with me a moment
Just till we address
The pioneers of our sport
Who’ve fought to gain success

Chorus
Feel the power of the wind
The shifting of the tide
The power from with in
Each time that you collide
Use the power of the swing
To help you feel alive
To sink or swim, to lose or win
It’s in you to decide.

Verse 2
At primary it was easy
Gender didn’t apply
But once we hit our teenage years
Games would pass us by
Then in the 90’s this all changed
Upon consideration
Now we’ve over 20 clubs
Our own Association

Chorus

Verse 3
The level of commitment
And constant aspirations
The aches, the pains, the breaks, the sprains
Display our dedication
Two decades now behind us
Like a wildfire not slowing
Flames now tear across the pitch
Momentum is still growing

Chorus

Middle 8 vocals
Ah Ah Ah

Verse 4
The white lines before us
The old guards’ loyalty
Now rejoice in the fact
We’ve changed our history
Songs like The Caman Man
Sing of wood swinging brothers
But here’s to our daughters, our sisters,
Our wood swinging mothers

Chorus