Saturday night with the London Set
The times have aged but you haven’t yet;
Let your hair down, climb aboard
and join us for the ride.
.
Every street, every city light,
Carries the blood through your veins tonight;
Every black box holds a band
The spotlit faces and the clapping hands,
.
So come on out with the London Set
Remember the things that you wanna forget
Fill up your glass, light a cigarette
And set the night on fire.
.
Got a thousand contacts on your mobile phone;
They’ll steal you heart and stuff it, and brand it as their own.
Major setbacks, minor keys,
a lifetime in a day.
.
Your smile is false but your teeth are not;
At least, that’s what you tell me, but you lie a lot.
Every black heart holds a star,
A streetlight not a soul,
.
So come on out with the London Set
Remember the things that you wanna forget
Fill up your glass, light a cigarette
And set the night on fire.
.
Saturday night with the London Set
the times have changed but you haven’t yet.
The gaps appear within the crowd:
You look the other way.
.
One of these days it’ll come to an end,
The constant parties and the fickle friends.
Alone in a bedsit with the cat,
Your mind’s as frail as a party hat,
.
But come on out with the London Set
Remember the things that you wanna forget
Fill up your glass, light a cigarette
And set the night on fire.
.
Come on out with the London Set
Remember the things that you wanna forget
Fill up your glass, light a cigarette
And set the night on fire.
.
Born and raised in Northumberland, Helen McCookerybook was bass player/singer with Brighton indie band The Chefs and guitarist/singer with Helen and the Horns in the 1980s; both were favourites of BBC Radio 1’s John Peel. After a break to raise a family, she returned to the stage as a solo artist with a new set of songs, and since then has toured the UK regularly, releasing four solo albums.
Music: https://helenmccookerybook.bandcamp.com/album/the-sea
