Plaid may refer to:
Tartan is a pattern consisting of criss-crossed horizontal and vertical bands in multiple colours. Tartans originated in woven wool, but now they are made in many other materials. Tartan is particularly associated with Scotland. Scottish kilts almost always have tartan patterns. Tartan is often called plaid in North America, but in Scotland, a plaid is a tartan cloth slung over the shoulder as a kilt accessory, or a plain ordinary blanket such as one would have on a bed.
Tartan is made with alternating bands of coloured (pre-dyed) threads woven as both warp and weft at right angles to each other. The weft is woven in a simple twill, two over — two under the warp, advancing one thread at each pass. This forms visible diagonal lines where different colours cross, which give the appearance of new colours blended from the original ones. The resulting blocks of colour repeat vertically and horizontally in a distinctive pattern of squares and lines known as a sett.
The Dress Act of 1746 attempted to bring the warrior clans under government control by banning the tartan and other aspects of Gaelic culture. When the law was repealed in 1782, it was no longer ordinary Highland dress, but was adopted instead as the symbolic national dress of Scotland.
Plaid is the second studio album by guitarist Blues Saraceno, released on February 28, 1992 through Guitar Recordings.
All songs written and composed by Blues Saraceno, except where noted.
Some will say it's too late so don't change the story
There's too much at stake to grow
Yesterday was so great, just bask in the glory
Don't let your feelings show
And I say, oh yeah, like a man with a condition
I wait for my heart to stop
They say, stay down, gotta plan, hold that position
You can't afford a flop
Pack my suitcase with my game face
Stay the same pace and put away the dreams I?ve had
Let my hair grow, find some old clothes
Let the world know that my politics are plaid
I'm not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me?
Just pass that ammunition
This prisoner's about to bust free from your chains
For so long you told me to keep it familiar
Just play what they all would buy
I can wear this blindfold, stick to your story
But I gotta ask myself why
And I play those songs for so many seasons
Till I'm sure I'm losing my mind
And I say, oh no, gotta have a much better reason
To leave all my dreams behind
I must change it, rearrange it
Stay the same thing and become your favorite fad
With the scene through, I gotta be true
I can't be you, polyester comes in plaid
I'm not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me?
Lord, pass some ammunition
This prisoner's about to bust free from your chains
I'm more than just excited
Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back
I got to find myself
Now everyone's invited to ride this train
Till we run clean out of track, clean out of track
With the scene through, I gotta be true
I can't be you, polyester comes in plaid
I'm not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me?
Better pass some ammunition
This prisoner's about to bust free from your chains
I'm more than just excited
Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back
I got to find myself
Now everyone's invited to ride this train
Till we run clean out of track, oh
I'm not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me?
Just pass some ammunition
Prisoner's about to bust free from your chains
I'm more than just excited