Ah, el murado yo voluntarioso

「It's just a northern industrial town. The front doors of the houses open into the street. There's no room for front gardens, just two-up two-down in a northern industrial town. And you can see the green hills cross the rooftops and a fresher wind blows past the end of our block. In the evenings the mist comes rolling on down into a northern industrial town.

And there's only two teams in this town and you must follow one or the other. Let us win, let them lose, not the other way round in a northern industrial town. And the street lights look pretty and bright. From the tops of the hills they rise dark in the night. If it weren't for the rain you might never come down to your northern industrial town.

And on payday they tear the place down with a pint in your hand and a bash'em out band. Sure they'd dance to the rhythm of the rain falling down in a northern industrial town. And there's plenty of artists around. Painters steal cars, poets nick guitars. 'Cause we're out of the black and into the red, so give us this day our daily bread in a northern industrial town

But it's not Leeds or Manchester, Liverpool, Sheffield, nor Glasgow. It's not Newcastle-on-Tyne. It's Belfast, It's just a northern industrial town. Merry Christmas, war is over in a northern industrial town. 」




*War is over. Robert E. Lee Road, Austin, Texas [ugdm, 2012].
*Northern Industrial Town. Billy Bragg, 1996.