This track had been sitting in recording machine for 18 months it needed a finish, a eureka moment. So verily one late September I shaped G barre chord an octave higher and bingo that moment had arrived.
This song itself is a true story that has been seen, not just in the town where I grew up in England, but throughout the world .
Pic from "The Thames Facing East"
There's no laughter in the streets no more, the children have nowhere to play. Street upon street of emptiness. The spirit of this town is starting to decay
Where once stood the corner shop, peeling posters now fill its windows. Consumer city has moved out of town. A sad testament to the town that lost its soul. The town that lost its soul.
A minute of silence please, to the town that lost its soul. This once breathing metropolis is laying in state , a tragic end, its heart beats no more. There's no mourning or obituary, of that I'm sure.
So let's raise a glass to the movers and shakers the big money makers. Who played with our lives like monopoly, world domination. Our fate sealed with a throw of a dice. Who destroyed the lives of the average Joe, because we are all easy come, easy go. Just so long as we make a bit of dough. So how many Mercs is it going to be, 1,2,3? So lets raise a glass to you the big money makers. CHEERS!