Great words Chris.
Times past but the sentiment is still the same. Have you ever heard Back Buchanan Street (which doesn't exist by the way) by Harry & George Dison.
A fella from the corpy, just out of planning school,
has told us that we've got to move right out of Liverpool,
They're moving us to Kirkby, to Skelmersdale or Speke,
but we wanna stay where we used to play in Back Buchanan street.
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Don't wanna go to Kirkby, don't wanna go to Speke,
don't wanna go from all we know in Back Buchanan Street.
I'll miss the corner pub with the parlour painted red,
likewise the green godesses, likewise the overhead,
and lots of other things, like putting out the cat,
cos there's no back door on the 14th floor of a corpy tower flat.
I'll miss the Mary Ellens, me dad'll miss the docks,
me gran'll miss the wash house where she washed me grandad's socks,
they've pulled down Paddy's market where me ma once had a stall,
and soon their picks and shovels will be through our backyard wall.
Don't wanna go to Kirkby, don't wanna go to Speke,
don't wanna go from all we know in Back Buchanan Street.
From Bootle to the Dingle, you can hear the same old cry,
stop mucking round with Liverpool, at least until I die.
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