"In my head... There's some shelves that need cleaning, from basement to ceiling. I'm an open book, but I'm real shy. There's a part of me seeking and desperately needing to open up. That's strange 'cause I'm an open book, a confused girl. The only funny thing is that I don't know how to give myself advice."
domingo, 22 de febrero de 2009
Home Newcastle (hoy estoy melancólica)
I had to come to London,Cause I couldn't find a job,
But I don't intend to stay long,If I make a few quick bob
It's cold up there in Summer,It's like sitting inside a fridge,
But I wish I was on the Quayside,Looking at the old Tyne Bridge'
I'm coming home Newcastle,I might as well been in jail,
And walk the streets all day all night,For a bottle of an old Brown Ale,
I'm coming home Newcastle,If you never win the Cup again,
I will brave the dark at St. James's Park,
At the Gallowgate End in the rain,I'm coming home...
And I'm proud to be a Geordie,And to live in Geordie land,
Some people think we're bawdy,And we're hard to understand,
And they say it's just self pitty,And we're not so very tough,
But the people in the big fat City,Haven't had it half as rough,
I'm coming home Newcastle,You can keep your London wang,
I'd walk the streets all day all night,For a bottle of the River Tyne,
I'm coming home Newcastle,I wish I had never been away,
I'd kiss the ground for the welcome sound,Of me mother saying hinny howay,
I'm coming home...
And I miss the auld blind busker,Who stands at Fenwicks door,
He plays a mean accordion,You've all seen him there before
And I love the Geordie heroes,There's so many famous names,
Like Lindisfarne and Gazza,Brendan Foster and the Gateshead games
I'm coming home Newcastle,I might as well been in jail,
I'd walk the streets all day all night,For a bottle of an old Brown Ale,
I'm coming home Newcastle,If you never win the Cup again,
I will brave the dark at St. James's Park,At the Gallowgate End in the rain
I'm coming home Newcastle,You can keep your London wang,
I'd walk the streets all day all night,For a bottle of the River Tyne,
I'm coming home Newcastle,I wish I had never been away,
And kiss the ground for the welcome sound,Of me mother saying hinny howay
I'm coming home Newcastle,I might as well been in jail,
I'd walk the streets all day all night,For a bottle of an old own Brown Ale...
I'm coming home Newcastle,If you never win the Cup again,
I will brave the dark at St. James's Park,At the Gallowgate End in the rain,
I'm coming home Newcastle...
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