The Angel (North London Forever) (Live From Hammersmith|Explicit)-Louis Dunford

歌手 : Louis Dunford

专辑 : Live from Hammersmith (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:02

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The Angel (North London Forever) (Live From Hammersmith|Explicit) - Louis Dunford

Lyrics by：Louis Dunford

Composed by：Louis Dunford

As I walk these streets alone through this borough I call home

Upon the baron fields of Highbury 'neath the stadiums of stone

Through the turnstiles at The Angel see the homeless on the green

From The Cally to The Cross and every s**thole in between

Pass the church the mosque a crack den and the offie on the corner

See the brasses from the brothel that pretends to be a sauna

Watch the bedlam in the bookies see the winners and the losers

Seeking solace from their sorrows in the local battle cruisers

Through the madness in the market weathered faces turn to greet ya

"Hello guvnor how's your mother"

"You alright son be lucky geeza"

Double pie and mash and liquor a Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap

Or watch retired gangsters bicker everyday in Arthur's cafe

The little f**kers causing trouble for the cozzers make you smile

You meet ya muckers for a couple forget your troubles for a while

From The Thornhill to The Hemmy all the faces are the same

'Cause the manor might be changing but the people still remain

North London forever

Whatever the weather

These streets are our own

And my heart will leave you never

My blood will forever

Run through the stone

As I walk these streets alone through a kingdom made of Chrome

I see them ripping up the cobbles and tearing down our childhood homes

I see the architecture changing watch the history disappear

And the skyline rearranging into towers of veneer

But I see the remnants of the London that they thought they could erase

Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days

Or every time I watch the football and have a ruby with the lads

See an hoister selling clobber or a dealer shooting bags

It's in the single mothers juggling a baby and a job

In every single brother struggling that wound up in the dock

It's in the roots and the foundations still clinging to the land

It's in the bricks that built the Morland and Popham that still stand

It's in my family and my friends in every gram and every Benz

It's in the roots that we inherit when a generation ends