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lost in london. a true story from 198?

words – andy tillison
music – andy tillison & guy manning

i ended up in london several hours ahead of time,
in the small hours of the morning and they’d even closed the circle line,
i’d hitch-hiked it in one lift! the kind of trip of which you dream –
until one day you don’t need it, then you get it!… so it seems.

i wandered in from acton, even p-ssed the bbc,
imagining that one day they’d all be interviewing me,
i’ve got a rendezvouz this morning with virgin a & r
i’m a hopeful with a bag of tapes, and shank’s pony for a car…

i’m a yorkshire kid in london – and i need lots of sp-ce
winding roads and open fields you don’t have in this place,
i’m here to see your empire, is it true what i have heard?
you’ve got more people here than sweden,
but it’s the loneliest place in the world.

found an “all-night-cafe” but i didn’t stay too long,
i didn’t have much money (besides, this was someone else’s song)
i saw the aisles of knightsbridge. i even gigged the albert hall!
but in all the hours of wandering, talked to n-body at all.

mcenroe was losing, for the first time which seemed – wrong!
and the virgin guy was watching while he listened to my songs,
i don’t know if he heard them with so much drama on the screen,
but i didn’t sign a contract, – it was andy: “love-fifteen!”

i was a yorkshire kid in london, i didn’t understand,
all the chaos and the “mind the gap!” in your gold-paved business land,
i was so small you could have eaten and never sensed the taste,
i was david, you – goliath
but my stones just went to waste.

instrumental…

at brent cross shopping centre, thumb pointing back up home,
a wiser man is waiting for some kindly soul to pull over,
i end up with protesters, who tried to stop a war,
but they went ahead and fought it, and i guess to me that matters more.

we’re all yorkshire folk in london when it comes to being heard,
we give our all but no-one hears or notices one word,
and thought a million voices tell us not to go and take iraq,
we still went in, and we still haven’t come back.

poignant instrumental.

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