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Thanksgiving Day
Are you going on Thanksgiving Day
To those family celebrations?
Passing on knowledge down through the years
At the gathering of generations
Every year it's the same routine
All over, all over
Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day
Papa looks over at the small gathering
Remembering days gone by
Smiles at the children as he watches them play
And wishes his wife was still by his side
She would always cook dinner on Thanksgiving Day
It's all over, it's all over
It's all over the American way
But sometimes the children are so far away
And in a dark apartment on the wrong side of town
A lonely spinster prays
For a handsome lover and a passionate embrace
And kisses all over, all over
All over her American face
It's all over, it's all over, it's all over
'Cause today she feels so far away
From the friends in her hometown
So she runs for the Greyhound
She'll spend hours on the bus but she'll reach town
For Thanksgiving Day
Come on over, come on over
Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day
Come on over, come on over
Come on over, come on over
Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day
At a truck stop a man sits alone at the bar
Estranged in isolation
It's been a while now and he seems so far
From those distant celebrations
He thinks back to all the mistakes that he made
To a time when he was so young and green
Innocent days when they both looked forward to that
Great American dream
Now it's all over, it's all over, all over
And all over America people are going home
On Thanksgiving Day
Now Papa looks out of the window
The sight brings a smile to his face
He sees all his children coming back home
Together on this special day
Come on over, come on over
Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day
Come on over, come on over
Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day
Come on over, come on over
Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day
Come on over, come on over
Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day
Yours Truly, Confused N10
Dear sir or madam, I don't normally write to the press
But the neighbourhood where I grew up is really quite depressed.
Society is crumbling but the media's obsessed with boobs, bums,
Dot-com millionaires, fame, fashion, FTSE shares
But people they couldn't care less.
While parliamentary yobbos shout abuse around the house
Do-gooders and reformers lead our nation to defeat.
While murderers and terrorists get compassionate release
You're out now. You're back on the street yeh, back on the street.
That's why I remain yours truly, confused N10.
I close my eyes and lay back and I think of England.
I dream about that green and pleasant land we knew as England.
That throne of kings, that sceptred isle set in a silver sea
Has turned into a laughing stock divided without harmony.
That's why I remain yours truly, confused N10
The burglars have ransacked all the houses in the street
While Mercs and Posches double park with sheer impunity.
When towed away the ponces plead to all and sundry
Referee what about me?
So forgive my lack of confidence and total low esteem
But the dog eat dog society has deemed us all has-beens.
While our smiling bland spin doctors slyly lead us down the track
to a stab in the back.
I'm much too terrified to go out at night but the television's boring.
They're vandalising all the cars on the street
but I won't lay down and take defeat.
That's why I remain yours truly, confused N10
Thank you goodnight
London Song
There's a room in a house in a street in a manor in a borough
that's part of a city that is generally referred to as London
It's a dark place, a mysterious place
And it is said that if you're born within the sound of Bow-Bells
you have the necessary qualifications to be christened a Londoner
[It's a cruel place, it's a hard place]
But when you think back to all the great Londoners
William Blake, Charles Dickens, Dick Whittington,
pearly kings, barrow boys, Arthur Daley, Max Wall
and don't forget the Kray twins
But if you're ever up on Highgate Hill on a clear day
you can see right down to Leicester Square [London, London]
Crystal Palace, Clapham Common, right down to Streatham Hill
North and South, I feel that I'm a Londoner still [London, London]
Chiswick Bridge to Newham and East Ham
Churchbells ring out through the land
You were born in London, England
[London, London, through the dark alley-ways and passages of London]
And there's a tap by a reservoir, leading to a stream,
that turns into a river estuary that eventually opens to the sea
[London, London]
And there's a docker by a wharf, sending cargo overseas,
unloading foreign trade from a large ocean vessel
in the mighty metropolitan port of London
[London, London, through the dark alley-ways and passages of London]
When I think of all the Londoners still unsung
East-enders, West-enders, Oriental-enders
Fu Manchu, Sherlock Holmes, Jack Spock, Henry Cooper,
Thomas A'Becket, Thomas Moore, and don't forget the Kray twins
There's a part of me that says "Get out"
Then one day I'll hear somebody shout
"Sounds to me like you come from London Town"
But if you're ever up on Highgate Hill on a clear day,
I'll be there [I'll be there]
Yes I will be there [there]
Through the dark alley-ways and passages of London, London
London, London, through the dark alley-ways and passages of London, London
London, London, through the dark alley-ways and passages of London, London
Storyteller
I'll tell you a story to pass on to the end,
as told to me so long ago by my good friend
As we huddled round the log fire, we laughed the whole night long,
as he told me a tale passed on to him by a wanderin' vagabond
My friend told me the story and I'll pass it on to you
It was handed down this century and he swore that it was true
And in the morning I could see him fade
Was it fact or fiction? Who can say?
(Storyteller) I believe ev'ry word you say
(Storyteller) I bet you told a good tale in your day
He tried to tell the people, but the people wouldn't hear
him spinning yarns and telling tales from yesteryear
(Extra verses from extended edit in brackets:)
[Those old romantic legends
Are falling on deaf ears
So my friend said, 'This is why I'm leaving here']
Then he smiled and finished his story
He said "Will you pass it on for me?"
(Storyteller) I'll tell that tale for you
(Storyteller) Somehow I'll get your message through
My friend told me the story and I'll pass it on to you
It was handed down this century and I swear that it is true
[Then they crowded round to listen
So I told them loud and clear
Those tales about a time of old that disappeared
Now they hunger for the history
and the tales my friend passed on to me
(Storyteller) Here is your lonesome tale
(Storyteller) You know in the end you did not fail
(Storyteller) I'll sing that song for you
(Storyteller) Somehow I'll get your message through.
I'll tell you a story to pass on to the end,
as told to me so long ago by my good friend] |
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