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Of Time and the City
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(# Liszt: |
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(# U naccompanied piano plays |
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(T erence Davies narrates... ) |
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Into my heart an air that kills |
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From yon far country blows |
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What are those blue remembered hills |
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What spires, what farms are those? |
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That is the land of lost content |
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I see it shining plain |
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The happy highways where I went |
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And cannot come again |
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(# Piano continues to murmur... ) |
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I met a traveller from an antique land |
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Two vast and trunkless legs of stone |
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And on the pedestal |
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"My name is Ozymandias, |
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"Look on my works, ye mighty, |
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Nothing beside remains |
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Round the decay of |
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The lone and level sands |
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"If Liverpool did not exist, it would |
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(# Handel: |
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(# Trumpet voluntary |
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(# Trumpet ornamentation continues... ) |
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(# Trumpet music concludes |
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We love the place we hate, |
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We leave the place we love, |
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then spend a lifetime trying to regain it. |
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Come closer now... |
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...and see your dreams. |
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Come closer now... and see mine. |
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No meat on Friday. |
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emerging cleansed |
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Mass on Sundays, |
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Despite my dogged piety, |
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No divine balm |
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Just years wasted in useless prayer. |
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If I pray long enough, |
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If I am forgiven, |
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All I'll need then is the girl. |
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Suddenly, I knew, suddenly, I thought... |
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...it's all a lie. |
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Paradise betrayed. |
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There was no God, only Satan, |
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sauntering behind me with a smirk, |
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Tu es Petrus. |
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Here, people married. |
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Here, people died and were buried. |
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In deconsecrated Catholic Churches, |
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now made into restaurants |
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Now the congregation can eat |
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who will, no doubt, |
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Is this happiness? |
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Is this perfection? |
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As you are now, we once were. |
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(# Tavener: The Protecting Veil) |
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(# Violin sustains long, lingering notes) |
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They that go down to the sea |
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and that do business in great waters, |
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these see the works of the Lord, |
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[Anno Domini] |
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(# Tavener: The Protecting Veil) |
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(# Violin sustains long, lingering notes) |
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"Removed from the sight |
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"poverty may struggle along as it can." |
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(Archive radio report) |
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'Preston North End 2 |
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'Everton 2 - West Ham United 0 |
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(Radio report fades) |
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On slow Saturdays, |
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when football, like life, |
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and in shorts as long as underwear. |
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When it was still not venal. |
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When sportsmen and women |
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and never to punch the air in victory. |
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Match over, pea soup made, |
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my eldest brother listening to |
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in front of the Bakelite radio, |
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marking his coupon, |
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Accrington Stanley, |
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Hamilton Academicals, |
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And on ever slower Sundays, |
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when it felt as if the whole world was |
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Kenneth Horne, promptly at 2 o'clock |
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and long before the repeal |
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would visit two of |
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(Radio) '... I was recommended |
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'The brass plate on |
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(Laughter) |
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'Hello! Anybody there? ' |
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'Oh, 'ello, I'm Julian |
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'I've got me articles |
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'Well, Mr Horne, how nice to |
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'Oh, what brings you trolling in here? ' |
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'Can you help me? I've erred.' |
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'Yeah, we've all 'eard, ducky. |
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- 'Will you take my case? ' |
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'We've got a criminal practice |
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- 'Yes, but apart from that.' |
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(Davies) But the law proscribed |
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As when, contemporaneously, |
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two gay men were arrested |
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and were to be made an example of. |
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And the judge said to them |
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"Not only have you committed |
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"but you did it under |
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(Archive report) 'Show place of the |
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'again presents |
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(# Johnnie "Scat" Davis: |
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At seven, I saw Gene Kelly |
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and discovered the movies, loved them |
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And my love was as muscular |
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but without any of the drawbacks. |
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nothing was too rich or too poor |
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and I gorged myself with a frequency |
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But soon, darker pleasures. |
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At 15, I saw Dirk Bogarde |
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and discovered something |
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And when I was not at the movies, |
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I was at the Liverpool Stadium |
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Not for its pantomimic villainy |
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And in short, I was afraid. |
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As I struggled with |
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as I waited at the top of the aisle, |
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as the wrestlers swaggered up |
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their trunks tight across the buttocks, |
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I could feel their body heat |
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choking with schoolboy guilt |
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and trembling with the fear |
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Oh, save me from those dark desires |
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The world. The flesh. |
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(Bell rings) |
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(# Male voice sings Perotin's |
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Caught between Canon |
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I said goodbye to my girlhood. |
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Here, I wept... |
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...wept and prayed until my knees bled, |
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no peace granted. |
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Here was my whole world. |
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Home. School. The Movies. |
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And God. |
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You, who damn but give no comfort. |
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Why do I plead? |
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Why do you not respond, angel eyes? |
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Jesus, mercy. Mary, help. |
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Lull me to safety. |
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(# Plainsong continues... ) |
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Between sleeping and waking, |
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And slow turns the life |
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of dullest breath. |
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Between birth and dying, |
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And sorrows not known until tomorrow, |
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cloud the happy hours |
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Between joy and consolation, |
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Some flights of fancy, |
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Glorious old Hollywood; |
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Black and white. |
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Between loving and hating, |
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Let go the latter, embrace the former, |
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then fall to heaven on a gentle smile. |
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Between waking and sleeping, |
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The soft light fills the room, |
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the nightly demons perish from the bed, |
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and all humanity braves another day. |
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(Archive recording of woman) |
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'We used to help one another out. |
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'Go to wash house. |
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'Do washing for anyone if they couldn't, |
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'or nurse them if they were sick.' |
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Those are all right, |
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'And then, of course, |
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'And she left me at fourteen |
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'with a little baby, twelve months old, |
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'and another one, er, four. |
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'Me dad stayed with us |
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'And then he got a ship, |
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'Course, he died after, you know. |
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'Then I had more trouble |
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'Me husband never ever |
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'I had to work all me life. |
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'But thank God! God's been very good |
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(Bell chimes) |
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(# The Spinners: Dirty Old Town) |
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# I found my love |
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# By the gas works croft |
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# Dreamed a dream |
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# By the old canal |
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# Kissed my girl |
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# By the factory wall |
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# Dirty old town |
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# Dirty old town |
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# I heard a siren |
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# From the dock |
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# Saw a train |
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# Set the night on fire |
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# Smelled the spring |
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# On the sulphured wind |
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# Dirty old town |
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# Dirty old town # |
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The year moves towards November. |
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Bonfire night, a penny for the guy, |
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someone singing |
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(Fire crackles) |
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...as Jimmy Preston and me, the only |
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We sit, quiet at the last. |
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Jimmy Preston who was a real boy, |
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Jimmy Preston who once put |
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and I didn't want him to remove it. |
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"Don't go in just yet. |
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But he does. |
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Twilight and evening bell. |
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And after that... |
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...the dark. |
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(# Branesti: Priveghiati si va Rugat) |
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(# Orchestra repeats and develops |
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(# Chorus of voices collectively restates |
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(# Children sing playground rhymes |
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(Child) # You bought me a shawl |
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# And when we got married |
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# Oh, gee, I love him, I can't deny it |
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# I'll be with him wherever he goes # |
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(Bells chime) |
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(Woman) |
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'but they threw me out |
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'It's a sin to grow old, you know. |
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'We had an old lady here, and, erm... |
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'Everybody would run and get her |
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'and do all those little things, but |
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'Well, I mean if you take that attitude, |
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'you can't expect anyone |
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(Terence Davies) Oh, watch and pray. |
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Do you remember, you who are |
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Do you remember the months of |
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Wet shoes and leaking galoshes, |
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with Christmas in the air. |
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God was in his heaven, |
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Oh, how fervent I was! |
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And on Christmas Eve, |
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the parlour cleaned, |
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A pound of apples, tangerines |
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a bowl of nuts |
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Do you remember? |
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Do you? |
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Will you ever forget? |
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(Woman laughs) 'Happy days! ' |
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My mother, |
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generous with the small nest egg |
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Love and cellophane. |
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My brothers, with their made |
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My sisters and a dab of scent, |
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but making it seem as if the whole world |
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Being taken to the Pictures, and in all |
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and it was always perfect. |
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Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, |
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All That Heaven Allows. |
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But all... |
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And yet, time renders - |
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deceives the eye; deceives the heart, |
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a valediction and an epitaph. |
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Now voyager, go forth, to seek and find. |
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But my eldest brother, lying in |
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He will not go to war. |
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Cometh the hour. Cometh the man. |
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Cometh the Korean War. |
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(Explosions and gun fire) |
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(# The Hollies: |
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# The road is long |
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# With many a winding turn |
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# That leads us to who knows where |
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# Who knows where? |
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# But I'm strong |
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# Strong enough to carry him |
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# He ain't heavy |
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# He's my brother |
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# So on we go |
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# His welfare is my concern |
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# No burden is he to bear |
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# We'll get there |
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# For I know |
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# He would not encumber me. |
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# He ain't heavy |
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# He's my brother |
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# If I'm laden at all |
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# I'm laden, with sadness |
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# That everyone's heart |
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# Isn't filled with the gladness |
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# Of love |
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# For one another # |
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For Queen, country and the Civil List. |
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(Applause) |
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And yet all over the country, |
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to celebrate the start of |
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When the golden couple married, |
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the following was lavished |
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Jewellery from other royals, |
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a fridge, 76 handkerchiefs, |
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38 handbags, 16 night gowns, |
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500 cases of tinned pineapple, |
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2000 guests, 5 Kings, 7 Queens, |
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8 Princes and 10 Princesses, |
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and for the 10,000 pearls |
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Her Majesty allegedly saved |
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Even more money was wasted |
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as yet another fossil monarchy justified |
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and deluded itself |
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Privileged to the last, whilst in |
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the rest of the nation survived |
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in some of the worst slums in Europe |
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And in 'Bonny Scotland', they gave |
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Or maybe they were just taking the piss. |
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(Singing) |
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After Korea, EOKA and Mau-Mau, |
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India had gone, soon Africa would go. |
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Then Suez as a last hurrah, |
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leaving only a fading memory |
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and Victoria was the first and only |
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Betty and Phil |
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"The trouble with being poor |
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[Willem de Kooning] |
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The trouble with being rich, is that it |
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After farce. Realism. |
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The heart that beats beneath the heart |
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It beats in time, though years apart, |
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Of storm and stress, |
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As when the lights begin to fall, |
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A tune that fitted like a glove |
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But tapped its rhyme, |
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When nightfall thrums, |
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And lets the years fall |
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As they shuffle off to bed, apart |
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Then meet again |
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(# Peggy Lee: |
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# Someday |
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# We'll build a home |
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# On a hilltop high |
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# You and I |
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# Shiny and new |
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# A cottage that two can fill |
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# And we'll be pleased to be called |
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# The folks who live on the hill |
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# Someday |
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# We may be adding |
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# A wing or two |
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# A thing or two |
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# We will make changes |
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# As any family will |
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# But we will always be called |
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# The folks who live on the hill |
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# Our veranda will command |
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# A view of meadows green |
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# The sort of view that seems |
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# And when the kids grow up |
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# And leave us |
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# We'll sit and look |
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# Just we two |
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# Baby and Joe |
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# Who used to be |
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# The folks who liked to be called |
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# What they have always been called |
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# The folks who live |
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# On the hill # |
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By the waters of Babylon, |
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Yea we wept, |
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And they that carried us away captive |
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Required of us a song, saying |
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But how shall we sing |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! |
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# For goodness sake |
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# I got the hippy hippy shakes |
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# Yeah, I got the shakes |
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# I got the hippy hippy shakes |
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# Oh, I can't sit still... # |
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And in an era when pop music |
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before Presley, before The Beatles. |
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John, Paul, George and Ringo - |
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more like a firm of provincial solicitors. |
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(Fans scream) |
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When they are given |
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Teddy Johnson and Pearl Carr, |
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Alma Cogan, sedate British Pop |
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on a tide of Mersey beat. |
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And the witty lyric |
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seeming as antiquated |
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(# Binge: Elizabethan Serenade) |
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After the rise of Rock and Roll, |
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and as it declined, |
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Sibelius, Shostakovich, |
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Then, in my overwrought |
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I discovered Mahler |
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and responded completely |
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And in Classical Music, they have |
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Amy Shuard, Otto Klemperer, |
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Anneliese Rothenberger, |
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Knappertsbusch and Gauk, |
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Robert Merrill and Jussi Bjorling - |
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(# Elizabethan Serenade continues... ) |
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But there was still ballroom dancing. |
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As staid as a funeral parlour, |
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hectares of tulle, Brylcreem |
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accompanied by Victor Silvester |
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as thin as a two-step, |
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(Chanting in unison) Liverpool! |
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Liverpool! Liverpool! |
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(Radio) 'A thousand throng Aintree |
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'Even umbrella weather won't stop the |
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All of Britain listened to |
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on radios as small |
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Made bets, off-course |
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but it was only once a year |
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So where was the harm? |
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Sundew, E.S. B, Early Mist. |
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Even Mum opened her purse |
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"I really fancy |
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(Archive radio commentary) |
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'... as they turn back towards |
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Bob Danvers-Walker, |
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Michael O'Hare, Peter O'Sullivan - |
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Listening to their controlled excitement |
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'And Quare Times, who cost his owner |
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'has won the National... |
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Mum smiling at her small win, |
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"Well, there's always next year... |
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"...God willing.' |
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The 12th of July and the Orange Day |
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Winding their way towards |
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to toast King Billy in a perruque |
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"Fuck the Pope |
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Whatever, whoever they were. |
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And on the train coming home, |
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howling at the papist moon. |
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But no religious divide in my street, |
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just quiet acceptance that Catholics |
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while Protestants sang, |
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in plain, no nonsense English. |
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Although sometimes, |
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it felt as if one's entire world |
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Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. |
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Then Mum or one of my sisters |
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"Let's have a day out next week.' |
| 00:41:02 |
And the ensuing seven days |
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But you still had to wait. |
| 00:41:11 |
Those days, queuing was de rigueur. |
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Queuing modestly for modest |
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In posh parts of the city, |
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where they sounded their 'H's |
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A jumble sale, a fancy dress parade, |
| 00:41:31 |
a foot race, with someone collapsing |
| 00:41:34 |
because the temperature rose |
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The Scouts, darts |
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A Nation deprived of luxury, |
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Decorated prams and bicycles, |
| 00:41:57 |
All the fun of the fair. |
| 00:42:04 |
So, to New Brighton. |
| 00:42:08 |
but happiness on a budget. |
| 00:42:12 |
They board in black and white |
| 00:42:16 |
For things were changing. |
| 00:42:18 |
World War II was over, |
| 00:42:26 |
And all day on the beach, |
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with no factor 200 sun block |
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...little baby Joyce. |
| 00:42:34 |
Tarquin and Gemma, |
| 00:42:40 |
Stiff at "Joy Time" with Aunty Lil. |
| 00:42:46 |
Bathing Beauty Competitions, |
| 00:42:49 |
Now, as quaint as the bustle, |
| 00:42:51 |
now, as unacceptable |
| 00:42:57 |
Pretty young women being kissed |
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given a sash, a trophy |
| 00:43:04 |
And oh... how we laughed! |
| 00:43:09 |
A stroll along the Prom, |
| 00:43:13 |
Sand in the egg sandwiches. |
| 00:43:16 |
Tea at three, then a snooze. |
| 00:43:21 |
New Brighton rock as sweet as sick |
| 00:43:23 |
and gobstoppers that would last |
| 00:43:30 |
A ride or two, then the miniature railway. |
| 00:43:35 |
Then maybe to the dance, |
| 00:43:38 |
maybe a gin and orange, |
| 00:43:44 |
Kiss me quick and roll me over, |
| 00:43:47 |
plan a wedding. |
| 00:43:49 |
Taffeta skirts and blue serge, |
| 00:43:53 |
hopes as high as Blackpool Tower, |
| 00:43:55 |
when all the world was young |
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(# Baile and Degraine: |
| 00:44:03 |
(# Swingtime dance music blares, |
| 00:44:10 |
Then the journey home. Tired. |
| 00:44:13 |
Cocoa and toast |
| 00:44:18 |
(Waves loll gently) |
| 00:44:24 |
"The golden moments pass |
| 00:44:30 |
(# Bacarisse: Concertino for Guitar |
| 00:44:43 |
(# Softly played classical guitar) |
| 00:45:41 |
(# String accompaniment effortlessly |
| 00:46:16 |
We had hoped for paradise. |
| 00:46:19 |
We got the 'Anus Mundi'! |
| 00:46:22 |
(# Orchestra dramatically restates |
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Rise, oh, rise. |
| 00:50:53 |
But not before the opening |
| 00:50:55 |
of the Metropolitan Cathedral |
| 00:50:58 |
inaugurated by Cardinal Heenan |
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the Vatican's response to Schiaparelli. |
| 00:51:05 |
I had lived my spiritual and religious life |
| 00:51:09 |
John XXlll |
| 00:51:12 |
which is enough to turn anyone pagan. |
| 00:51:15 |
As far as I knew, Holy Mother Church |
| 00:51:18 |
But I no longer wanted her. |
| 00:51:21 |
For I was now a very happy, |
| 00:51:25 |
Thank God! |
| 00:51:28 |
O come, all ye faithful. |
| 00:51:34 |
(# Mahler: Symphony No. 2 |
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(# Subdued, unaccompanied |
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(# Slowly rising brass chorale builds |
| 00:54:51 |
(# Chorus sings with hushed voices) |
| 00:56:06 |
(# Voices rise, defiant and resilient) |
| 00:57:03 |
Municipal architecture. |
| 00:57:07 |
but when combined with |
| 00:57:11 |
makes for a cityscape |
| 00:57:18 |
(# Brahms: Lullaby, |
| 00:58:13 |
Out to sea, the dawn wind |
| 00:58:19 |
I am here, or elsewhere. |
| 00:58:23 |
In my end is my beginning. |
| 00:58:29 |
"We meet our destiny on the road |
| 00:58:38 |
I said to my soul, be still |
| 00:58:43 |
which shall be the darkness of God. |
| 00:58:47 |
I said to my soul, be still |
| 00:58:51 |
for hope would be hope |
| 00:58:54 |
Wait without love, for love |
| 00:58:58 |
There is yet faith. |
| 00:59:00 |
But the faith, the love and the hope |
| 00:59:03 |
the rest is not our business - |
| 00:59:07 |
at the still point of the turning world, |
| 00:59:09 |
suspended in time |
| 00:59:13 |
And all is always now. |
| 00:59:16 |
Home is where one starts from. |
| 00:59:19 |
As we grow older, |
| 00:59:22 |
the pattern more complicated |
| 00:59:25 |
There is a time for the evening |
| 00:59:28 |
a time for the evening under lamplight; |
| 00:59:33 |
Love is most nearly itself |
| 00:59:39 |
I said to my soul, be still |
| 00:59:43 |
and accept this, my chanson d'amour |
| 00:59:47 |
But where, oh, where are you |
| 00:59:51 |
Where have you gone without me? |
| 00:59:54 |
And now I'm an alien in my own land. |
| 00:59:58 |
"O Tempora o mores.' |
| 01:00:02 |
Oh, the times, oh, the fashions. |
| 01:00:06 |
Tread gently, stranger |
| 01:00:10 |
To unlock time and cause the years |
| 01:00:15 |
Speak low, Love, but speak wisely |
| 01:00:19 |
For frail time hangs by a thread |
| 01:00:22 |
With only hope to keep us safe |
| 01:00:25 |
Tap lightly at the door, |
| 01:00:30 |
But never, ever yield to the night |
| 01:00:37 |
(# Faure: Dolly Suite) |
| 01:00:48 |
(# Piano plays nursery song) |
| 01:02:20 |
We shall return with hope |
| 01:02:25 |
And you, my dear children, |
| 01:02:38 |
But, I reason earth is short |
| 01:02:42 |
And anguish absolute |
| 01:02:44 |
And many hurt |
| 01:02:47 |
But what of that? |
| 01:02:51 |
I reason, we could die: |
| 01:02:54 |
The best vitality cannot excel decay |
| 01:02:59 |
But what of that? |
| 01:03:02 |
I reason that in heaven, |
| 01:03:06 |
Some new equation given |
| 01:03:10 |
But what of that? |
| 01:03:13 |
(# Horn note sings out) |
| 01:03:41 |
(Bells chime) |
| 01:04:02 |
We shall not cease from exploration. |
| 01:04:04 |
And the end of all our exploring |
| 01:04:08 |
and to know the place for the first time. |
| 01:04:12 |
Through the unknown remembered gate, |
| 01:04:14 |
when the last of earth left to discover |
| 01:04:18 |
A condition of complete simplicity |
| 01:04:24 |
And all shall be well |
| 01:04:27 |
And all manner of thing |
| 01:04:38 |
If all the world and Love were young |
| 01:04:41 |
And truth in every shepherd's tongue |
| 01:04:43 |
These pretty pleasures might me move |
| 01:04:46 |
To live with thee, and be thy love |
| 01:04:49 |
But time drives flocks from field to fold |
| 01:04:53 |
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold |
| 01:04:56 |
And Philomel becometh dumb |
| 01:04:58 |
The rest complains of cares to come |
| 01:05:02 |
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields |
| 01:05:08 |
A honey tongue, a heart of gall |
| 01:05:11 |
Is Fancy's spring but Sorrow's fall |
| 01:05:14 |
Thy gowns, thy shoes, |
| 01:05:18 |
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies |
| 01:05:21 |
Soon break, soon wither, |
| 01:05:26 |
In folly ripe, in reason rotten |
| 01:05:30 |
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds |
| 01:05:32 |
Thy coral clasps and amber studs |
| 01:05:35 |
All those in me no means can move |
| 01:05:38 |
To come to thee and be thy love |
| 01:05:42 |
But could youth last and love still breed |
| 01:05:45 |
Had joys no date nor age no need |
| 01:05:49 |
Then those delights |
| 01:05:53 |
To live with thee and be thy love |
| 01:06:02 |
We are being gathered in... |
| 01:06:05 |
...at gloaming. |
| 01:06:16 |
Is it sleep? |
| 01:06:18 |
Or is it death? |
| 01:06:21 |
(Mahler: Resurrection, |
| 01:08:39 |
Goodnight, ladies. |
| 01:08:41 |
Goodnight, sweet ladies. |
| 01:08:45 |
Goodnight. |
| 01:08:47 |
Goodnight. |
| 01:08:49 |
Goodnight. |
| 01:08:53 |
(# Liszt: |
