The Angel Lyrics
Because the lyrics of this song in English and translation are over 1000 words, and it would be too confusing to include the entire text, so I will open a single chapter for everyone to read.

"The Angel"

Lyricist: Louis Dunford
Composer: Louis Dunford
As I walk these streets alone
When I walk these streets alone
Through this borough I call home
Through this place I call home
Upon the baron fields of Highbury
On the pitch at Highbury
Neath the stadiums of stone
Under the stone stadium
Through the turnstiles at The Angel
Passing through the turnstiles of the Angel

See the homeless on the green
Seeing the homeless on the green space

From The Cally to The Cross
From Cali Street to Cross Street
And every shit all in between
and everything in between

Pass the church, the mosque, a crack den
Pass by churches, mosques, and KKY dens
And the offie on the corner
And the kiosk on the corner

See the brasses from the brothel
See the bronze statue in the kiln

That pretends to be a sauna
Pretend to be a sauna
Watch the bedlam in the bookies
Watch the chaos at bookmakers

See the winners and the losers
see winners and losers

Seeking solace from their sorrows
seek solace from their sorrow

In the local battle cruisers
On board the local battle cruiser
Through the madness in the market
Through the madness in the market
Weathered faces turn to greet ya
The weathered face turns to say hello to you

"Hello guvnor, how's your mother?"

"Hello, sir, how is your mother?"

"You alright son, be lucky geeza"

"Are you okay, son? Be lucky, Giza."

Double pie and mash and liquor
Double pie, mashed potatoes and white wine

A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap
A cup of Rosie Lee's tea

Or watch retired gangsters bicker
Or watch retired gangsters bickering
Everyday in Arthur's cafe
Every day at Arthur's cafe

The little ****ers causing trouble
These little bastards are causing trouble

For the cozzers make you smile
Because these people make you smile

You meet ya muckers for a couple
when you and your friends are together

Forget your troubles for a while
Forget your troubles for now
From The Thornhill to The Hemmy
From Thornhill Restaurant to Hemmy Restaurant
All the faces are the same
All faces are the same
The manor might be changing
The estate may be changing
But the people still remain
But people never forget their original intentions

North London forever
forever north london
Whatever the weather
No matter how the weather changes
These streets are our own
These streets belong to us And my heart will leave you never
my heart will never leave you

My blood will forever
my blood will always be
Run through the stone
flowing on the stones of north london
As I walk these streets alone
When I walk these streets alone
Through a kingdom made of Chrome
Through a chrome kingdom
I see them ripping up the cobbles
I saw them break pebbles
And tearing down our childhood homes
Destroying our childhood homes

I see the architecture changing
I see changes in architecture
Watch the history disappear
Seeing history disappear

And the skyline rearranging
Skyline rearranged

Into towers of veneer
A tower that turns into a veneer

But I see the remnants of the London
But I see what's left of London
That they thought they could erase
But I see what's left of London
Every time I hear the old school
They thought they could erase it
Talk about the good old days
Whenever I hear the older generation talking about the good old days

Every time I watch the football
whenever i watch football

Or have a ruby ​​with the lads
Or when eating rubies with my friends

See an hoister selling clobber
Saw a man selling chewing gum

Or a dealer shooting bags
or a dealer shoots the bag
It's in the single mothers juggling
This is in the "magic" of single mothers
A baby and a job
a child and a job

In every single brother struggling
In every struggling brother

That wound up in the dock
They were all sent to the dock
It's in the roots and the foundations
it exists in the foundation and foundation

Still clinging to the land
Still stick to this land
It's in the bricks that built The Morland
Among the bricks that built Moran

And Popham that still stand
and Popham still exists
It's in my family and my friends
it's in my family and friends
In every gram and every Benz
In every gram and every Mercedes
It's in the roots that you inherit
It's in the foundation you inherit

When a generation ends
when a generation ends
It's in the ruins of your youth
it's in the ruins of your youth
And the faces of your past
and your past faces

Cause the manor may be changing
Because the estate may be changing
But the people always last
But people never forget their original intentions

North London forever
forever north london
Whatever the weather
no matter what the weather is
These streets are our own
These streets belong to us

And my heart will leave you never
my heart will never leave you

My blood will forever
my blood will always be
Run through the stone
flowing on the stones of north london
 The officially released version is guitar playing and singing, live moderator keyboard playing and singing + band. The video is really hard to review. Interested book friends can go to station B to check out the video.

  
 
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