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Mark Ayling
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Proud City Father
take me by the hand and lead me through the streets of this old city that i thought i knew so well but it's forever changing, the faces, the accents like the traffic lights directing rows and rows of dirty buses, black taxis, people rushing home to their own important lives not caring about anyone or realising that they are part of something so much bigger
take me by the hand we'll go down to the river and see the energy of nature now tamed and used for our amusement and commercial ventures tread carefully through broken glass and dogsh*t watch your back against the setting sun the place comes alive with twinkling lights and limousines expensive shoes, designer labels and matching accessories to die for but we can't follow the fashions of this city it's best left to those in the know
take me by the hand we'll head out to the west and see what the wealth of the city has created rows and rows of lavish houses, landscaped gardens an air of emptiness wrapped around the middle classes there's safety in these streets no rumblings of violence felt across the ghettos just a sandwichboard headline of reassurance that reads 'the property boom rides high!' but down beneath the westway a young girl prepares to sleep Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com under a binbag like this city cold and alone
take me by the hand we'll find our way east past boarded-up shop windows on dark rainy streets clashed cultures reacting to living together in towerblocks with views over the city's square mile so far from their grasp but in a one-bedroomed flat at the top of the world a young boy sits plotting world domination
i'll take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of this old city that i love through rotting corpses of enterprise where society once stood proud now just a shell of it's old self but still with a beauty unmatched through tourist traps and royal flags past homeless beggars and wealthy moneymen through leafy parks and walls of steel fly-postered streets once full of burnt-out squats now recycled as unaffordable living complete with ensuite and all the echoed whispers of history
and it's still calling
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