The Sacred Scrolls Of Pop - Henry Priestman

The Sacred Scrolls Of Pop - Henry Priestman
Oh I went down to Memphis to
See what had become
Of those little works of art
That hung out there at the sun
And I hit the Motor city
I was looking for the scene
Of the sound of soul that
Helped to fuel a million teenage dreams
Oh
Nobody could help me
They said they were all lost
To the bureaucrats and bean counters
That only count the cost
No one could save me
They said it was too late
But I'll keep on keeping on
Until I reach heaven's gate
Oh I'm looking around
But I ain't hit the spot
I need three minutes now
That'll make my heart stop
Oh so tell me that it's too late
It's a race against the clock
But I'm still looking around
I'm searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Looking looking
Gonna keep on looking
So I sail on down the Mersey
To fee that beating heart
But I had to wade through heritage
Before my trip could start
Yet in the highlands and the valleys
In the urban sprawl and smoke
There's a torch held high and shining
And while it burns there's still hope
Oh I'm looking around
But I ain't hit the spot
I've done thirty years now
There's no way I can stop
Oh so tell me that it's too late
It's a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
I'm searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Some say they crashed and burned
They met a sorry end
But I believe they're out there
And they will be found again
I hear an old guitar
And a battered tambourine
Someone blowing harp and I feel I'm seventeen
Again
Oh I'm looking around
But I ain't hit the spot
I need three minutes now
That'll make my heart stop
Oh so tell me that it's too late
It's a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
Yeah I'm looking around
But I ain't hit the spot
I've done thirty years now
There's no way I can stop
Oh so tell me that it's too late
It's a race against the clock
But I keep looking around
I'm searching for the sacred scrolls of pop
Looking looking
Gonna keep on looking
Looking looking
Gonna keep on searching
Looking
Gonna keep on looking