The Angel - Louis Dunford

[00:00.000] 作词 : Louis Dunford
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Louis Dunford
[00:16.615]As I walk these streets alone
[00:18.404]Through this borough I call home
[00:20.477]Upon the baron fields of Highbury
[00:22.533]Neath the stadiums of stone
[00:24.578]Through the turnstiles at The Angel
[00:26.862]See the homeless on the green
[00:28.920]From The Cally to The Cross
[00:30.967]And every shit all in between
[00:33.042]Pass the church, the mosque, a crack den
[00:35.113]And the offie on the corner
[00:37.188]See the brasses from the brothel
[00:39.290]That pretends to be a sauna
[00:41.365]Watch the bedlam in the bookies
[00:43.441]See the winners and the losers
[00:45.503]Seeking solace from their sorrows
[00:47.807]In the local battle cruisers
[00:50.130]Through the madness in the market
[00:51.913]Weathered faces turn to greet ya
[00:53.742]“Hello guvnor,how's your mother?”
[00:56.038]“You alright son, be lucky geeza”
[00:57.870]Double pie and mash and liquor
[01:00.179]A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap
[01:01.950]Or watch retired gangsters bicker
[01:04.503]Everyday in Arthur's cafe
[01:06.292]The little ****ers causing trouble
[01:08.606]For the cozzers make you smile
[01:10.661]You meet ya muckers for a couple
[01:12.729]Forget your troubles for a while
[01:14.739]From The Thornhill to The Hemmy
[01:16.789]All the faces are the same
[01:19.091]The manor might be changing
[01:21.440]But the people still remain
[01:24.313]North London forever
[01:31.024]Whatever the weather
[01:35.083]These streets are our own
[01:39.456]And my heart will leave you never
[01:47.476]My blood will forever
[01:51.581]Run through the stone
[02:00.613]As I walk these streets alone
[02:02.412]Through a kingdom made of Chrome
[02:04.480]I see them ripping up the cobbles
[02:06.268]And tearing down our childhood homes
[02:08.096]I see the architecture changing
[02:10.684]Watch the history disappear
[02:12.754]And the skyline rearranging
[02:14.555]Into towers of veneer
[02:16.355]But I see the remnants of the London
[02:18.699]That they thought they could erase
[02:20.732]Every time I hear the old school
[02:22.795]Talk about the good old days
[02:24.849]Every time I watch the football
[02:26.921]Or have a ruby with the lads
[02:28.964]See an hoister selling clobber
[02:31.025]Or a dealer shotting bags
[02:33.066]It's in the single mothers juggling
[02:34.871]A baby and a job
[02:36.896]In every single brother struggling
[02:39.185]That wound up in the dock
[02:40.983]It's in the roots and the foundations
[02:43.315]Still clinging to the land
[02:45.372]It's in the bricks that built The Morland
[02:47.415]And Popham that still stand
[02:49.261]It's in my family and my friends
[02:51.094]In every gram and every Benz
[02:53.182]It's in the roots that you inherit
[02:55.517]When a generation ends
[02:57.341]It's in the ruins of your youth
[02:59.649]And the faces of your past
[03:01.708]Cause the manor may be changing
[03:03.779]But the people always last
[03:07.387]North London forever
[03:14.305]Whatever the weather
[03:18.426]These streets are our own
[03:22.574]And my heart will leave you never
[03:30.778]My blood will forever
[03:34.928]Run through the stone