First one is an old song I wrote around 1987...when I was about 19 or so...it's about my hometown...a mining village in north-east England...Chopwell...or "Little Moscow" as it was dubbed for 'twas a hotbed of communism back in the day...
Abandon Ship
https://vimeo.com/303998585Every day's different...but largely the same
This village is walking the plank
It's destined to drop off the roadmaps
And no-one will know where it sank
Abandon the ship 'cos there's nothing left here
The past's dead and gone and the future's not clear
And the old man he coughs and he splutters
And he brings up the fruits of his toil
As he drags on the woodbines that one day
Gonna drag him down into the soil
He's always intended to die here
Perhaps that explains why he laughed
Cos he knows he won't find the direction in life
That he lost when he fell up that shaft
So they landscape the slag-heaps around us
And leave us to rot in the streets
Of a village that once got knocked flat on its arse
And just couldn't get back on its feet
I'm gonna drown in a wave of nostalgia
Bringing turnips back home from the tip
You can go jump in a lifeboat
I wanna go down with my ship