Song parody of
London Lockdown
by Nigel Brown
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I stepped off the train
From Rayners Lane
Only the smell of the brakes remains
No buskers call
Down these tiled walls
The escalators have stopped now
I walk up to the top now
The barriers are open to the world
No taxi ride
Or buses glide
Blowing grit and diesel in my eyes
To Denmark street
My dreams once were complete
Now hiding in this ghost town
The shutters are all closed down
The guitars left there hanging in the dark
My heart has stopped
At Camden Lock
I turned when I heard a pin was dropped
But the stalls are all gone
And the tourists to where they came from
No neon signs to tempt me
The tattooist's chairs are empty
And no one visits Amy anymore
The streets are bare
Around Soho Square
No folks are drinking over there
There's only you
On Shaftesbury Avenue
No one pouring from the theatres
With their programmes and their posters
No more rickshaws taking prisoners for the night
The time stood still
Against his will
Only the moon was passing by
I'll see you around
In London town
When all of this is over
When the daylight see's us sober
And we'll stand upon your shoulders once again
I stepped off the train
From Rayners Lane
Only the smell of the brakes remains
No buskers call
Down these tiled walls
The escalators have stopped now
I walk up to the top now
The barriers are open to the world
No taxi ride
Or buses glide
Blowing grit and diesel in my eyes
To Denmark street
My dreams once were complete
Now hiding in this ghost town
The shutters are all closed down
The guitars left there hanging in the dark
My heart has stopped
At Camden Lock
I turned when I heard a pin was dropped
But the stalls are all gone
And the tourists to where they came from
No neon signs to tempt me
The tattooist's chairs are empty
And no one visits Amy anymore
The streets are bare
Around Soho Square
No folks are drinking over there
There's only you
On Shaftesbury Avenue
No one pouring from the theatres
With their programmes and their posters
No more rickshaws taking prisoners for the night
The time stood still
Against his will
Only the moon was passing by
I'll see you around
In London town
When all of this is over
When the daylight see's us sober
And we'll stand upon your shoulders once again
