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Victoria Avenue
04:01
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I remember red-brick cottages and Garage doors that were all made
Of corrugated, flaky-painted steel
Sweets that they don't make no more, and Pubs that have all been closed down
I remember, days at the Swimming Pool
Crispy Pancakes for our tea, and Crackerjack on the T.V.
Days we thought would never, ever end
Wishing half our lives away in the garden where we used to play
I wonder of the cat's still buried underneath the shed?
I want to go, back to our home town
I want to see if our old house is standing strong
Or if they pulled it down and built the town around
Jockey was my dream career, but height and waistline defeated me
And an allergy to Horses - the final nail
But still I practiced for all I was worth
I built fences in the garden dirt
The bruises would take days and days to heal
Planting bulbs and building dens
In our rooms with calligraphy pens
Chas and Dave were high in the top ten
You were a BMX or a racer child - I had a tomahawk but I didn't mind
Things just seemed much simpler and much easier back then
I want to go, back to our home town
I want to see if our old house is standing strong
Or if they pulled it down and built the town around
The days were longer
The sky was bluer then
We were innocent.......
But that was then and this is now
We've got bills to pay and we own a house
Those days are all buried in History
And though I wouldn't change what we've got now
I often wonder, if somehow
We could go back there one more time for sentimentality
I want to go, back to our home town
I want to see if our old house is standing strong
Or if they pulled it down and built the town around
I want to go, back to our home town
I want to see if our old house is standing strong
Or if they pulled it down and built the town around.
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From the top down
03:51
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I went out to Liverpool, to see what I could see
Of this City that has been blighted in the pages of History
But what I found was a City of culture and flair
The 'One' precinct and the Liverpool Water' plans there
We've got to learn from it, they turned it all around
From the top down
I went up to Newcastle, to see what could be found
Of this region that lost its Industry, I'd heard pulled to the ground
But what I found was a thriving community
The 'Baltic', and 'The Sage' and 'The Jesmond Dene'
We've got to learn from it, they turned it all around
From the top down
We've got to learn from it, they turned it all around
From the top down
I went out to Westminster, I'd heard things there weren't great
But what I found there truly shocked me, and ethic-less and lawless state
The House of Commons and the House of Lords -
A house of Cards some claim
Based on the wealth of their forebears
Not on anything they do or say
These are the ones with our lives in their hands
They don't care, we just give - they just take
And until our decisions start affecting them
They're going to let us all eat cake
So let's start a revolution in the congestion zone
We are mighty, though we are small
So take your shovel and your pick, and brick by brick
Let's start dismantling Whitehall
We've got to learn from it, and turn it all around
From the top down
We've got to learn from it, and turn it all around
From the top down
We've got to learn from it, and turn it all around
From the top down, From the top down
You and me - can't you see?
There is power in a union
And we've got to turn it around.
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Royal
03:36
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Humid air or pouring rain
An eery hush, each time they came
No townsfolk seeking fame
When the boys and girls came home
A tenor bell to halt all trade
No carnival or Victory parade
But from the kerbside, respects were paid
When the boys and girls came home
A tear for those they never knew
Just the right thing to do
Now 'Royal' is how you'll be known
Since the boys and girls came home
And now you're worthy of, worthy of, worthy of....the name
You're worthy of, worthy of, worthy of....the name
And now you're worthy of, worthy of, worthy of....the name
You're worthy of, worthy of, worthy of....the name
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Coming Back
03:51
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Well, there used to be a young boy running
Trying to chase fortune and fame
But as the years go by, it's better to enjoy
Than try to play that game
Tally up the miles and the bars
Breaking down in Vans and Cars
But if you're expecting money coming out of your ears
Then you must be seeing stars
Coming Back, Coming Back
Coming Back, Coming Back
Though nobody knew I'd gone away
Coming Back, Coming Back
I'm coming back but it won't be making any news today
I don't have much advice to give and no-one ever really asks
But you can't have forgotten me, if you never followed me,
So we never shared the laughs
And those obsessed by image, how they wear their front and clothes
Now I'm part of a dirty word called 'folk'
With Sweaters in my Wardrobe
Coming Back, Coming Back
Coming Back, Coming Back
Though nobody knew I'd gone away
Coming Back, Coming Back
I'm coming back but it won't be making any news today
Well, I'm never going to Dance on ice
Because I can't do it on the floor
And I've hit more zeroes, than getting any high scores
Now talent shows are everywhere, they're our revolving door
With more judges on T.V, than in a court of law
Coming Back, Coming Back
Coming Back, Coming Back
Though nobody knew I'd gone away
Coming Back, Coming Back
I'm coming back but it won't be making any news today
Coming Back, Coming Back
Coming Back, Coming Back
Though nobody knew I'd gone away
Coming Back, Coming Back
I'm coming back but it won't be making any news today
but it won't be making any news today
but it won't be making any news today
but it won't be making any news....anyway.
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Unsung
03:59
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All the talk was of Armstong, and Aldrin
I even heard mention of Yuri Gagarin
But Alan Bean, the fourth on the scene, they forgot you
But Alan Bean, the fourth on the scene, we salute you here
We have become obsessed with the Gold, Silver and Bronze
We have forgotten it's not in the winning, it's the taking part
We just want to win the race
We've forgotten about the thrill of the chase
And so I sing my song to the great unsung
And so I sing my song to the great unsung
And Peter Gavuzzi, known in his town but not beyond
Yet he should be more famous
than Sebastian Coe, or Usain Bolt
He ran for miles, but the annals of time, have forgotten him
We should ensure, that our children in School, learn about him
We have become obsessed with the Gold, Silver and Bronze
We have forgotten it's not in the winning, it's the taking part
We just want to win the race
We've forgotten about the thrill of the chase
And so I sing my song to the great unsung
And so I sing my song to the great unsung
For every Florence Nightingale, there's a nurse without a name
Working without fanfare, in every minute of every day
For every Thomas Edison there's a man with an idea
And so I sing my song to the great unsung
And so I sing my song to the great unsung
And so I sing my song.......to the great unsung.
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Wilcox:Hulse England, UK
Previously two-thirds of established folk act ‘The Queensberry Rules’, Gary Wilcox and Phil Hulse have over 17 years’
experience of playing music together, releasing seven albums - three of these on the legendary Fellside record label.
Laden with strong harmonies and social conscience, the new songs on the 'First Born EP' are already winning praise on the pairs’ exciting new musical journey.
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