The Liberty Of Norton Folgate

Album: The Liberty Of Norton Folgate (2009)
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  • This is the story of the Liberty of Norton Folgate

    Old Jack Norris, 'The Musical Shrimp'
    And the cadging ramble
    A little bit of this
    Would you like a bit of that?
    But in weather like this
    You should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
    A needle and thread
    The hand stitches of time
    Battling Lavinski versus Jackie Burke
    Bobbing and weaving an invisible line
    So step for step and both light on our feet
    We'll travel many a long, dim, silent street
    Would you like a bit of this
    Or a little bit of that missus
    A little bit of what you like does you no harm
    You know that

    The perpetual steady echo of the passing beat
    A continual dark river of people
    In their transience and in its permanence

    But when the streetlamp fills the gutter with gold
    So many priceless items bought and sold

    So step for step and both light on our feet
    We'll travel many a long, dim, silent street - together

    Once round Arnold Circus
    Up through Petticoat Lane
    Past The Well of Shadows
    And once back round again
    Arm in arm with an abstracted air, to where
    The people stared at the upstairs windows
    Because we are living like kings
    And these days will last forever
    Cos sailors from Africa, China and the Archipelago of Malay
    Jump ship ragged and penniless into Shadwell's Tiger Bay
    The Welsh and Irish Wagtails - mothers of midnight
    The music hall carousal is spilling out into bonfire light
    Sending half crazed shadows, giants
    Dancing up the brick wall
    Of Mr. Truman's beer factory
    Waving bottles ten feet tall
    Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel,
    Tower Hamlets or Bangle Town
    We're all dancing in the moonlight
    We're all on borrowed ground
    Oh I'm just walking down to
    I'm just floating down through
    Won't you come with me?
    To the Liberty of Norton Folgate

    But wait, what's that
    Dan Leno and a Lime house Gollum

    Purposefully walking nowhere
    Oh I'm happy just floating about (have a banana)
    On a Sunday afternoon
    The stall holders all call and shout (to no-one in particular)
    Avoiding people you know
    You're just basking in your own company
    The Technicolor worlds going by
    But you're the lead in your own movie
    Cos in the Liberty of Norton Folgate
    Walking wild and free
    In your second hand coat
    Happy just to float
    In this little taste of liberty
    A part of everything you see
    There coming left or right
    Trying to flog you stuff you don't need or want
    And a smiling chap takes your hand and drags you
    In his uncles restaurant (here, here, here, here)
    There's a Chinese man trying hard to flog you moody DVDs
    You know you've seen the film, its black and white, it's got no sound
    And a man's head pops up and down right across you wide screen TV
    Only a fiver (how much?)
    Alright two for eight quid
    (‘Ere y'ar, look look, I'm giving it away)
    Cos in the Liberty of Norton Folgate
    Walking wild and free
    In your second hand coat
    Happy just to float
    In this little piece of liberty
    You're a part of everything you see

    Cos it's steady old fellows, pickpockets,
    dandies, extortioners and night wanderers
    The feeble, the ghastly upon whom death had placed a very sure hand
    Some in shreds and patches,
    reeling inarticulate full of noisy and inordinate vivacity
    Which jars discordantly upon the ear and
    give an aching sensation to both pair of eyeballs
    (noisy and inordinate vivacity)

    In the beginning I'd the fear of the immigrant
    In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
    He's made his way down to the dark riverside

    In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
    In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
    He made his home there by the dark riverside

    He made his home there down by the riverside
    They made their homes there down by the riverside
    The city sprang from the dark river Thames

    They made their home there down by the riverside
    They made their homes there down by the riverside
    The city sprang up from the dark mud of the Thames
    I say it again

    Cos in the Liberty of Norton Folgate
    Walking wild and free
    And in your second hand coat
    Happy just to float
    In this little taste of liberty
    Cos you're a part of everything you see
    Yes you're a part of everything you see

    With a little bit of this
    And a little bit of that
    A little bit of what you like does you no harm
    You know that Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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