Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Overture , by - Madness. Release date: 30.03.2017
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Overture , by - Madness. Overture |
| But in weather like this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat |
| A needle and thread the hand stitches of time |
| Battling Levinsky versus Jackie Burk |
| Bobbing and weaving, an invisible line |
| So step for step and both light on our feet |
| We’ll travel many along dim silent street |
| Would you like a bit of this, or a little bit of that? |
| (Misses) |
| 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 it’s transience and in it’s 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 along dim silent street (together) |
| Once round Arnold Circus, and 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 stare |
| Out of 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 Shadwells Tiger Bay |
| The Welsh and Irish wagtails, mothers of midnight |
| The music hall carousel enspilling out into bonfire light |
| Sending half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick wall |
| Of Mr Trumans beer factory, waving, bottles ten feet tall |
| Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Tower Hamlets |
| Or Banglatown. |
| 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 the Limehouse golem |
| Purposefully walking nowhere, oh I’m happy just floating about |
| (Have a banana) |
| On a Sunday afternoon, the stallholders all call and shout |
| To no-one in particular |
| Avoiding people you know, you’re just basking in you’re own company |
| The technicolour world’s 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 |
| They’re coming left and 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 |
| (ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar) |
| There’s a Chinese man trying hard to flog you moody DVDs |
| You know? |
| You’ve seen the film, it’s black and white, it’s got no sound |
| And a man’s head pops up and down |
| Right across your widescreen TV |
| (Only a fiver) |
| ('Ow much?) |
| (Alright, two for eight quid) |
| (Ee-yar, ee-yar, look, I’m givin' it away) |
| (Givin' 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 |
| There’s the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy’s, 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 |
| That jars discordantly upon the ear |
| And gives an aching sensation to both pair of eyeballs |
| (Noisy and inordinate vivacity) |
| Ohhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh |
| In the beginning was a fear of the immigrant |
| In the beginning was a fear of the immigrant |
| He’s made his way down to the dark riverside |
| In the beginning was a fear of the immigrant |
| In the beginning was a fear of the immigrant |
| He’s made his home there down by the dark riverside |
| Ohhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh |
| He made his home there down by the riverside |
| They made their homes there down by the riverside |
| The city sprang up 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’ll say it again |
| (Ha ha ha, that’s right) |
| '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 |
| And you know that |
| Ohhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh |
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