Topic: New town lament
Here in England, after WW2, they built 'new towns' to cope with the exodus and need for housing of Londoners. My parents were typical of this generation and I was born, 47 years ago in a new town. It was a fresh, exciting and pleasant place to grow up. Now, it is a festering hell-hole. So I wrote some lyrics, which I'm in the process of morphing into a song ... apologies for the negativity of the whole thing ! Quick notes - the Reverend is a guitar playing friend of mine and staffies are awful status dogs that the scum infesting these Isles own to make themselves look tough.
town of my birth, I have travelled so far
now it hurts me to see just how dirty you are
but the Reverend, he still strums away on his black guitar
who are you people and when did you come
how did you strike those proud Londoners dumb
you've got all the money but still you keep asking for some
with your staffies and benefit books and fake gear
burgers and scratchcards, fags and your beer
muggers and robbers are having a ball
christians are drowned out by cheap alcohol
sometimes I wonder if I am in England at all
and where are the children dancing round maypoles ?
who stole the flowers from outside the old cenotaph ?
now how I wish I had never come back
to see how my new town is under attack
they celebrate Englishman's head coming home in a sack
and there's staffies and benefit books and fake gear
burgers and scratchcards, fags and their beer