Signs and Wonders Song

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Signs and wonders 
Every last Friday 
I've got a folder 
On my computer 
Named 'Current Projects' 
This song is in it 
Along with others 
They're current projects 
A woman stops me 
Stops me to ask me 
Is that the Albany 
The Albany Deptford 
I say yes 
I didn't realize 
It was so close 
I could park 
I could walk 
I say I guess 
Myself wants to talk 
To talk to yourself 
Nobody trusts this 
Warm weather 
They're all wearing coats 
Singing songs 
Songs with lyrics 
Full of meaning 
The boy walked into 
Into the road 
Because he was hit by 
Hit by the bus 
He's got the 'ump 
Emergency Tax 
Basically 
Literally 
It should be 
No larger than 
A sheet of A4 
A sheet of A4 paper 
The girl that passed 
Passed on the platform 
The aroma of chocolate 
It's just the worstest 
Time really 
The Welshman on 
On the night bus 
Said he'd had enough 
Of this country 
He couldn't wait 
To get back to China
She's living on toast 
Two phones 
On the bus N
Ew Cross pavements 
Health insurance? 
Music on earphones 
Whose earphones? 
His earphones? 
No, mine
Unattended bags 
Cause delays 
Please keep yours with 
You at all times 
The exclamation mark 
Is to the right 
Of the block of text 
And runs its full height 
Vertically 
The point at its base 
Is a graphical image 
Of a case 
We stop and start 
Through the emptied estates 
CCTV 
Is in operation 
At all times 
At this station 
In the same place 
But not in the same state 
In the same place 
But not in the same time 
The thing I notice 
On the old estate 
The smell of weed 
New seats 
And the puddles 
Are all in the same place 
The puddles are still in the same place 
To help and bless 
And save the working 
The working classes 
Stinking unpaved 
Unpaved lane 
Rough sailors 
From cattle steamers 
Women selling 
Jumping jacks 
Men hawking 
Primrose roots 
Rabbits dangling 
From the end of 
A stick here would be a vendor 
A vendor of whirligigs 
There a mender of old umbrellas 
A blind beggar
Italian women
Women with cages 
Of fortune telling 
Fortune telling canaries 
The hemp that is to hang me 
Is not grown yet 
The police stopped 
Stopped all such customs 
The electric light 
Can never be applied 
Applied indoors 
Without the production 
Of an offensive smell 
Which undoubtedly 
Causes headaches 
About a pound a week 
From the butchers' 
And greengrocers' shops 
Gaslights flared 
Flared and flickered 
Wild and ghastly 
Haggard groups of 
Slipshod dirty 
Dirty women 
Bargaining for scraps 
Of stale meat 
And frost-bitten vegetables 
Wrangling about 
Short weight 
And bad quality 
Fish stalls 
And fruit stalls 
Lined the edge 
Of the greasy 
The greasy pavement 
Sending up odours 
As foul as the language 
Of sellers and buyers 
Blood and sewer water 
Crawled from under doors 
And out of spouts 
Reeked down to the gutters 
Among offal, animal and vegetable 
In every stage of 
Of putrefaction s
He would bring 
Bring a tray up 
With a bowl of water 
Soap and flannel 
And a towel for washing 
And make our bed comfortable 
And meals such as as we could eat 
Were brought upstairs 
Sometimes Mum 
Was given back a shilling or two 
I can imagine 
How she must have saved this 
To buy something 
To improve the home

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