A few weeks ago an old friend of mine from Coventry posted some lyrics that he had written around 30 years ago about our dear old home town (City of culture 2021) We agreed that I'd knock up some music for his lyrics so I managed to get the whole thing finished in a couple of sessions one day. It's a bit raw and rough but we kinda liked it like that. Thanks to Keith Fabrique for the lyrics
In desolation city on this cruel estate of ours
I have boarded up my windows and broken hearts...
Sisters on the game mothers on the drink
Every rat round my kitchen corruption on the brink
You think that that's a shame I know that it's a pity
You live somewhere else... I live in desolation city
They say I should be thankful for the caring welfare state,
Say I should be happy it's such a nice estate
They take off in their fast cars drive like hell away
In this sad old city they wouldn't want to stay
Wrap it up in silver plate it'd still be dull and shitty
Just who's fooling who in this desolation city
My father knew the old town well
From way back in the 50's
He's locked up in his castle isolation complete
Well my brother died last weekend though he left us all a note
I found him in his bedsit with a rope around his throat
He said he'd had enough of your sarcastic pity
Couldn't take no more of this desolation city
You think that that's a shame I know that it's a pity
You live somewhere else... I live in desolation city
(c) Fabrique / Bradley