May 29 2009
London Calling
The skyline shines, bustling and brilliant in the night
With life coming from the womb of Heathrow, alive come the lights
Sparkling and singing to the variant tune of the crowded streets
Whoever you end up becoming and who you are is what you’ll be back at your conception
But in between twilight and dawn
I am Covent Garden, chattering away culture throughout the boroughs of the city
I am the cobbled streets of Trafalgar feet hurriedly travel across in journey
I am the rowdy and drunken Westminster lads from which you constantly flee
I am the heart and soul of the circus, Piccadilly is my name
Can you see my bright lights? My fortune and fame?
With time at a stand still, I become the breeding ground of art
I am no longer the end of all things, but the start
Of new age and a new day
I am all the things that feel so right they become morally wrong
Lose yourself in the centre and beauty of me
So romantic are the conversations of Hyde Park, love is a decree
Of many years to come within my Tower of Life
That no war may taint me, no violence or strife
I am the reality you choose to travel to on your lazy, rainy days
Through my underground’s veins, you rock and roll to the Clash along the way
Until the sun begins to rise on the fading and hesitant horizon
Until that bridge calls out to me
“London,” it says, “your time has inevitably come.
Pack your bags, my love, and take one last look back
At the city you’ve created, at the world you’ve become.
Now, go on home, darling; it’s time for tea.
Don’t you think your mum won’t swallow you in the sea.”
