Queen of Queens
My love she tumbles slowly
On a wave of violent water
She remains the Green Isle's daughter
But she journeyed with the crowds
And flew across the ocean
About as far as she could travel
Met with knives, cold snow and gravel
Stretched the cord of memory
And stretched the ties of family
Definitions of closeness
Just to keep two lives in play
Such a job to do each day
Re-creations of past lives
Within this harsh and bitter town
Poorly framed was my advice
And I began to let her down
And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens
Such a brutal honeymoon
We were entwined as one so soon
I couldn't bear to lose my solitude
Or work to find the tools
Didn't realise my character
Had grown to be this cruel
This city's made me hard enough
To call the meek the fool
But maybe my DNA
My tarnished home life, I could say
Maybe the things I saw and heard
Gave me this coward's deck of words
Which pushed her away
My precious dream was almost slain
But she has the fortitude of oxen
Luckily for me
And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens
And one day she stepped beside me
On a stage in front of few
Sang the same words as I sang
The same melancholy old tune
So much more than a song
It tied a knot between our souls
Over fire and violent water
We began to search for pearls
In the abscesses of memory
And the dangerous things we'd done
We sang beside each other proudly
In the jail cells and the pubs
And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens
On a wave of violent water
She remains the Green Isle's daughter
But she journeyed with the crowds
And flew across the ocean
About as far as she could travel
Met with knives, cold snow and gravel
Stretched the cord of memory
And stretched the ties of family
Definitions of closeness
Just to keep two lives in play
Such a job to do each day
Re-creations of past lives
Within this harsh and bitter town
Poorly framed was my advice
And I began to let her down
And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens
Such a brutal honeymoon
We were entwined as one so soon
I couldn't bear to lose my solitude
Or work to find the tools
Didn't realise my character
Had grown to be this cruel
This city's made me hard enough
To call the meek the fool
But maybe my DNA
My tarnished home life, I could say
Maybe the things I saw and heard
Gave me this coward's deck of words
Which pushed her away
My precious dream was almost slain
But she has the fortitude of oxen
Luckily for me
And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens
And one day she stepped beside me
On a stage in front of few
Sang the same words as I sang
The same melancholy old tune
So much more than a song
It tied a knot between our souls
Over fire and violent water
We began to search for pearls
In the abscesses of memory
And the dangerous things we'd done
We sang beside each other proudly
In the jail cells and the pubs
And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens
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Writer(s): Russell Joslin
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