Louis Dunford - The Angel (North London Forever) - Live in North London

Louis Dunford - The Angel - (Live in North London) Listen to Louis Dunford - Live In North London: LouisDunford.lnk.to/LiveInNorthLondonAY Get my album Last Orders (Deluxe): https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/lastordersAY Follow Louis: Instagram: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY Twitter: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY YouTube: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY TikTok: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY Facebook: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY Lyrics: 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 Seeking 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 causing 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 'Cause the manor might be changing, 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 ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our childhood homes I see the architecture changing, watch the history disappear And the skyline rearranging 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 selling clobber or a dealer shooting bags It's in the single mothers juggling a baby and a job In every single brother struggling that wound up in the dock It's in the roots and the foundations still clinging 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 'Cause the manor might be changing, 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