Song Lyric Sunday, Primary Directions

Its Sunday and time again for our dear host Jim Adams to give us the prompt for SLS. Today he has given us the Primary Directions, North, South, East and West.

My first choice is Sting and a song he suposedly wrote about his leaving home in Northumberland, North of England, in hopes of hitting in big in London. Full of hope, ambitions. He also had phone number in his pocket, the phone number belonged to Stuart Copeland.

Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner CBE (born 2 October 1951), known as Sting, is an English musician and actor. He was the principal songwriter, lead singer, and bassist for the new wave rock band the Police from 1977 to 1984, and launched a solo career in 1985. Sting has included elements of rockjazzreggaeclassicalnew-age and worldbeat in his music. More information here

“Heading South On The Great North Road”

Many have gone before us now,
Many have tried and failed somehow,
Many a soul on the Queen’s highway,
Where many a tail light glowed,
With the promise of a better life,
Heading South on the Great North Road,
South on the Great North Road.

Only the dark we left behind,
Will chase us as the road unwinds,
But out of sight is out of mind,
With many a debt still owed,
And the promise of a different life…
Heading South on the Great North Road,
South on the Great North Road.

Many a dog went wandering,
To sup on fortune’s dregs,
And many a dog came straggling home,
His tail between his sorry legs.

Many a caged bird spread his wings,
Many a vain bird crowed,
And many a songbird lost her way,
Heading South on the Great North Road,
South on the Great North Road.

Many a band of brothers rode,
In many a painted wagon,
Many an unsecured load,
Whenever a climbing truck was slowed,
There was many a traveler’s curse bestowed,
Heading South on the Great North Road,
South on the Great North Road.

Many a transport greasy spoon,
Many a wasted afternoon,
Where many a maiden gave her heart,
And many a gift bestowed,
But a gift is a yoke to a traveling man,
Heading South on the Great North Road,
South on the Great North Road.

If we get back home, we’ll tell our tales
To all of those who’ll listen,
The might have beens, the chances lost,
The monies that went missing…

All the memories we’ll unload,
The wild oats that we’ll claim we’d sowed,
The stages where we proudly strode,
As if our cups had over flowed,
With the promise of a different life…
Heading South on the Great North Road,
South on the Great North Road.

******

Next I chose, In To The West by Annie Lennox. It’s from the Lord of the rings and one of my favourite films.

Into the West” is a song performed by Annie Lennox, and the end-credit song of the 2003 film The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. It is written by Lennox, Return of the King producer and co-writer Fran Walsh, and composed and co-written by the film’s composer Howard Shore.[1] The song plays in full during the closing credits of Return of the King,[1] although instrumental music from the song (which forms the theme of the Grey Havens) plays at other points during the film itself. More information here


So that’s North, South and West which only leaves East . So I chose West end Girls by the Pet Shop Boys. I know I have done west but East is in the lyrics as in East end boys.

West End Girls” is a song by the English pop duo Pet Shop Boys. Written by Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe, the song was released twice as a single. The song’s lyrics are concerned with class and the pressures of inner-city life which were inspired partly by T. S. Eliot‘s poem The Waste Land. It was generally well received by contemporary music critics and has been frequently cited as a highlight in the duo’s career.

West end girls!

Sometimes you’re better off dead
There’s a gun in your hand and it’s pointing at your head
You think you’re mad too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a west end town
Call the police there’s madman around
Running down, underground to a dive bar
In a west end town

In a west end town a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls

Too many shadows whispering voices
Faces on posters too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?

Have you got it, do you get it if so how often?
Which do you choose a hard or soft option?

In a west end town a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
West end girls

In a west end town a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
Ooh, west end town a dead end world
East end boys west end girls
West end girls
West end girls

You can find a place that no one knows
Where money talks and streets are gold
Someone stands in every door
And if they speak they break the law

You’ve got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait ’til I get you home
We’ve got no future, we’ve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city in every nation
From Lake Geneva to the Finland station
In a west end town a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
A west end town a dead end world
East end boys west end girls
West end girls

(We can work something out)
(We can work something out)
Ask a question-blank faces
Read the news and turn the pages
Watch them play a different game
And no one knows your name (We- west)
No one knows your name
(Uh, uh, uh)
(West end girls)
(West end girls)

(How far have you been?)
(How far have you been?)
(How far have you been?)
(How far have you been?)

And no one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name
No one knows your name

Happy Sunday everyone 💜 Stay well

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