Karaoké The Angel (North London Forever) Louis Dunford

As I walk these streets alone through this borough I call home

Upon the baron fields of Highbury 'neath the stadiums of stone

Through the turnstiles at The Angel see the homeless on the green

From The Cally to The Cross and every shithole in between

Pass the church, the mosque a crack den and the offie on the corner

See the brasses from the brothel that pretends to be a sauna

Watch the bedlam in the bookies

See the winners and the losers seekin' solace from their sorrows in the local battle cruisers

Through the madness in the market weathered faces turn to greet ya

Hello guvnor how's your mother

You alright son, be lucky geeza

Double pie and mash and liquor

A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap

Or watch retired gangsters bicker everyday in Arthur's cafe

The little fuckers causin' trouble for the cozzers make you smile

You meet ya muckers for a couple

Forget your troubles for a while

From The Thornhill to The Hemmy all the faces are the same 'cos the manor might be changin' but the people still remain

North London forever

Whatever the weather these streets are our own

And my heart will leave you never

My blood will forever run through the stone

As I walk these streets alone through a kingdom made of Chrome

I see them rippin' up the cobbles and tearin' down our childhood homes

I see the architecture changin'

Watch the history disappear

And the skyline rearrangin' into towers of veneer

But I see the remnants of the London that they thought they could erase

Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days

Or every time I watch the football and have a ruby with the lads

See an hoister sellin' clobber or a dealer shootin' bags

It's in the single mothers jugglin' a baby and a job

In every single brother strugglin' that wound up in the dock

It's in the roots and the foundations still clingin' to the land

It's in the bricks that built the Morland and Popham that still stand

It's in my family and my friends

In every gram and every Benz

It's in the roots that we inherit when a generation ends

It's in the ruins of your youth and the faces of your past 'cos the manor might be changin' but the people always last

North London forever

Whatever the weather these streets are our own

And my heart will leave you never

My blood will forever run through the stone