Made in England, England, England,
Made in England, England
A song for you and everyone
That inhabit dear old Albion
Her coastal waters heave and ho
As waves of travellers come and go
Who decides who guards the rights?
The Ballad of Britain begins tonight
Turning left on Lahore and Leeds
Children spilling across the streets
Football chanting undulates
Searching for Anglo Saxon ways
White admirals won’t amalgamate
Pakora and pint, ironically great
With me ruby murray, kebab in a hurry
Fags and Becks from the corner shop
Head to toe in Pradamark
I’m made in England, England, England
Made in England, England
To Trinidad via Notting Hill
Mosely’s henchmen fear instil
Jerk and joint, accuse and point
The bottom rung we must exploit
Whilst weary workers worn out by debt
Don’t know who to vote for next
From Brummie via Bangladesh
The hunger for cheap never rests
Rana Plaza our Bullring serves
Foreigners are thieves and perves
Pile ‘em high and sell ‘em cheap
The gentle sigh as foundations creak
credits
from Shadows,
released March 29, 2017
Written by O'Hooley / Tidow
Irish singer-songwriter Oisin Leech's acoustic folk music is characterized by its muted beauty and intimate, solitary quality. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2024
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Darling Charms - Would've thought NK would have learned her lesson after the Port 'n' Brandy 😘 xx
This whole EP is bangin' btw. Beautiful work xx Gill Loomes-Quinn