LYRICS

Down On Deptford Broadway

Raise A Wreck

With a flash of her eyes and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor
With a flash of her eyes and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor
Oh raise a wreck from the ocean floor
Raise a wreck from the ocean floor
With a flash of her eyes and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor

With a sight of her frame and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor
With a sight of her frame and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor
Oh raise a wreck from the ocean floor
Raise a wreck from the ocean floor
With a sight of her frame and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor

With the catch of her song and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor
With the catch of her song and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor
Oh raise a wreck from the ocean floor
Raise a wreck from the ocean floor
With the catch of her song and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor

With the grace of her style and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor
With the grace of her style and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor
Oh raise a wreck from the ocean floor
Raise a wreck from the ocean floor
With the grace of her style and not much more
She could raise a wreck from the ocean floor

Trouble On Oxford Street

There was trouble on Oxford Street
I lost a little blood and a couple of teeth
There was hassle on Oxford Street
Learnt a little lesson to watch my cheek

Past Piccadilly and just past drunk
I ruffled the hair of a couple of punks
And there was panic on Oxford Street
Among the mist of the drink and the fists and the feet

There was trouble on Oxford Street my sweet
There was trouble on Oxford Street

It went off like Krakatoa
Like Rocky Balboa
I didn’t know where I was
Please excuse the bruises
Drink got me into this
I didn’t know where I was

There was tension on Oxford Street
On the last night bus to the A&E
Oh, it must have been such a pretty sight
Signing on with a blackened eye

There was trouble on Oxford Street my sweet
There was trouble on Oxford Street my sweet

It went off like Krakatoa
Like Rocky Balboa
I didn’t know where I was
Please excuse the bruises
Drink got me into this
I didn’t know where I was

There was trouble on Oxford Street my sweet
Pushed my luck and it knocked me off my feet

There was trouble on Oxford Street
I lost a little blood and a couple of teeth
There was hassle on Oxford Street
Learnt a little lesson to watch my cheek

It went off like Krakatoa
Like Rocky Balboa
I didn’t know where I was
Please excuse the bruises
Drink got me into this
I didn’t know where I was

Georges Glass

So we’re all philosophers drinking down the pub again
Where drunken words are sober thoughts and we’re not shy in sharing them

In the hazy corner of our favorite local drinking den
We’ll put the world to rights, we’ll all stick our two penneth in

Wisdom and opinion, like the beer round here does freely flow
Calling for last orders, there’s a lock-in for those in the know

In the hazy hour of a Friday night with best of friends
We’ll put the world to rights, it’s on each other we depend

Follow your fearless heart
Walk on down your own path
Tomorrow in focus at last
The world through the bottom of George’s Glass

With Whisky comes a wisdom that is difficult to argue with
Playing devils advocate for fun and for the hell of it

But in the hazy hour we will all remain the best of friends
And with a passion to the death, each other we will still defend

Casualties of bloody war with causes we’re all fighting for
If you need some company, well here we’ll share it liberally

In the hazy temple your old faith it will be reaffirmed
We’ll put the world to rights, put it down as one more lesson learned

Follow your fearless heart
Walk on down your own path
Tomorrow in focus at last
The world through the bottom of George’s Glass

What Can I Say?

What can I say to make it all ok?
What can I sing to bring back yesterday
What can I shout about when edges fray
What can I say? What can I say?

A summer of gold unfolds through my window
Evening at last to cast the long shadow
I won’t raise a song and dance when edges fray
What can I say? What can I say?

And the corn grew tall since you’ve been away
And I miss you still in every way
As the days grow short the summer does fade
And I miss you still what can I say

A seasonal change it came one dark Wednesday
A palette of blue and green turned red and grey
What can I shout about when edges fray
What can I say? What can I say?

And the corns all gone since harvest day
And I miss you still in every way
As the nights draw in and memories fade
And I miss you still. What can I say?
I miss you still. What can I say?

A summer spent without you
Is a summer put to waste
Another summer I can’t face
Won’t you come on home?
Come on home
What do you say?

The leaves they went brown and down they all did fall
The naked old tree and me we’ve seen it all
There’s nothing to shout about when edges fray
What can I say? What can I say?

And the corn grew tall since you’ve been away
And I miss you still in every way
As the days grow short the summer does fade
And I miss you still. What can I say

Cathy

Drama surrounds her wherever she goes
My head says to leave her, my heart says ‘I don’t know’
I’m gonna explode

Our wires crossed, I got lost in chaos and sparks
I like it but I fight it, well this thing hit me hard
I’m gonna explode

Oh Cathy you’ve got me on my knees
My Knees, my knees, my knees
Oh Cathy still you’re the one I need
I need, I need, I need
Oh Cathy

I’m craving, I’m shaking, escaping I’ve tried
Oh Cathy you have me, and it can’t be denied
I’m gonna explode

Oh Cathy you’ve got me on my knees
My Knees, my knees, my knees
Oh Cathy still you’re the one I need
I need, I need, I need
Oh Cathy

I love you with every sinew
You’re my everything
My blazing summer, my cool autumn
My dark winter, the welcome spring

Oh Cathy you’ve got me on my knees
My Knees, my knees, my knees
Oh Cathy still you’re the one I need
I need, I need, I need
Oh Cathy

Six Whiskies

It’s throwing out time
The sun hits my eyes
The sweet inspiration
Of Farringdon station

I’ve nowhere to be
I’m aimlessly free
Kicking the cans in
Paddington basin

Six whiskies in me
I stumble through this pretty city
I sing it until they arrest me
And I declare my undying love for you

West end my friend
Dance with me again
The drunks and their antics
The hopeless romantics

And there on the wind
A familiar ring
Half pence and farthings
Say the bells of St. Martins

Six whiskies in me
I stumble through this pretty city
I sing it until they arrest me
And I declare my undying love for you

Through all that we’ve shared
The stormy and fare
Our ages are showing
But the river keeps flowing

Still I’ve nowhere to be
I’m aimlessly free
Like all of those dole days
Down old Deptford Broadway

Six whiskies in me
I stumble through this pretty city
I sing it until they arrest me
And I declare my undying love for you

This Is War

The lovers and the ne’er do wells the fakers and the wastrels
Thrown together in this filth and fighting for survival
The dancers and the chancers and the ones to be avoided
The thinkers and the drinkers and the downright disappointed

The winners and the sinners, the broken and the tragic
The losers and the bruisers and the frantically romantic
The soon to be somebodies, the fallen and the has-beens
The witty pretty city kids, the ravers of the new scene

This is life and this is war
This is us we’re fighting for
This is London, this is now
We’ve all got something that we’re fighting for
This is war

The rushing and the pushing this old town it pulls ‘em to it
The highways and the byways and the river running through it
The brick and mud is in my blood, we know each others secrets
Well never shall I be untrue and never shall I leave it

This is life, this is war
This is us we’re fighting for
This is London, this is now
We’ve all got something that we’re fighting for
This is war

Raise your cannons, raise your colours
Flash against the sky above us
Fight the fight, the fight we live with
Keep your wits about you

This is war
This is London, this is now
This is war
A siren sounds a wake up call
This is war
London bridge is falling down
This is war

Ten Thousand Voices

All is still in the dead of night
Nothing stirs by the blue moon light
And from the harr, a battle cry
A trail of light lit up the sky

I hear ten thousand voices singing
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay
Cross fell and dale the sound is ringing
Too-lai-ay
I hear ten thousand voices singing
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay

Rambling all alone
No one to call my own
At last, to here she steered
All hell broke loose when she appeared

I hear ten thousand voices singing
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay
Cross fell and dale the sound is ringing
Too-lai-ay
I hear ten thousand voices singing
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay

Too-lai-oo-lai-ay
From the haar a battle cry
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay
From the silence grows a roar
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay
A trail of fire lit up the sky
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay
This is what I’ve waited for

I stand await my fate
Its claim on me it stakes
I stand await my fate
And underfoot the ground it shakes

I hear ten thousand voices singing
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay
Cross fell and dale the sound is ringing
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay
I hear ten thousand voices singing
Too-lai-oo-lai-ay

Bonny Away

Come with me up to old Dumfries,
For to meet there the Anvil Priest,
Now the two of us are sixteen,
We’ll be headed for Gretna Green

In a book I did read it so,
Lovers do to this village go,
We’ll be gone in the dead of night,
Wednesday we will be man and wife

Come away Bonny come my love, Bonny away (x 2)

We wont rest on our journey north,
In the footsteps of those before,
There our travel will be complete,
Where old England and Scotland meet

Come away Bonny come my love, Bonny away (x 2)

God speed us there
Even if the storm does break
Let your young heart lead the way
Let your young heart lead the way

Come away Bonny come my love, Bonny away (x 4)

Bold As Brass

Irene’s got another lover, Irene’s got another man
Bold as brass she walks into the Hawley with him on her arm
We were lovers like no other, never to be torn apart
With the bloke from Cali Road my Irene’s gone and broke my heart

Deptford town to Caledonia, twenty dozen hearts she stole
Irene won’t be tied for long, no Irene’s got a restless soul

Irene’s got another lover, she’s got another man
Bold as brass she walks into the Hawley with him on her arm

Irene she is other worldly, she’s a beauty there’s no doubt
Here’s a word of warning boys: she’ll chew you up and spit you out

Irene’s got another lover, she’s got another man
Bold as brass she walks into the Hawley with him on her arm

A string of hearts lay bruised and battered, happens quite a lot round here
Grown men sit and tell their tale and cry into their teary beer

She’s got another lover, she’s got another man
Bold as brass she walks into the Hawley with him on her arm

Irene’s got another love (x4)

Irene’s got another lover, she’s got another man
Bold as brass she walks into the Hawley with him on her arm
She’s got another lover, she’s got another man
Bold as brass she walks into the Hawley with him on her arm
She’s got another lover, she’s got another man
Bold as brass she walks into the Hawley with him on her arm

This City

Don’t just sit there
Feeling sorry for yourself
Through the walls
A city calls

Don’t just sit there
Being terrified
Everything
Gonna be alright, alright, alright

This city got a rhythm that we move to
This city got a rhythm that we move to
And we gotta keep in moving
Gotta keep in moving
Moving, moving, moving, moving on

Don’t just sit there
There’s still fire in your eye
Loud as war
The city calls

Don’t just sit there
Cos it’s not too late
Let it in
Let it all vibrate, vibrate, vibrate

This city got a rhythm that we move to
This city got a rhythm that we move to
And we gotta keep in moving
Gotta keep in moving
Moving, moving, moving, moving on

There’s still fire in your eye
There’s still promise in the night
Can you hear the city call?
Can you hear the city call?

This city got a rhythm x 4

This city got a rhythm that we move to
This city got a rhythm that we move to
And we gotta keep in moving
Gotta keep in moving
Moving, moving, moving, moving on

The Dreich

These are the words that I stole from a bird, over and above
These are the cards I play close to my heart, my love

All through the dreich it was you I did seek, lowlands and above
Strange were your ways with a strange turn of phrase, my love

Oh my darling, my fortunate find
You do your best to be true, and I’ll do mine

These are the notes that the canny wind wrote, over and above
Roll off the sea with a blue melody, my love

Oh my darling, my fortunate find
You do your best to be true, and I’ll do mine

All through the dreich it was you I did seek, lowlands and above
Strange were your ways with a strange turn of phrase, my love

Oh my darling, my fortunate find
You do your best to be true, and I’ll do mine
You do your best to be true, and I’ll do mine

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