An English City Garden

Spring rises from the frozen ashes of the winter, a green haze begins to appear on the bushes and trees, the council have collected the fly-tipping and the little birds continue to visit us.

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Yet the trees on Chamberlain Avenue still await their fate. I can only imagine an Ent has been turned by the council and has been quietly herding the trees into their cage to await their fate. I hope they survive as a feature for the new development but the recent reports of the netting of hedgerows and trees and even the sandbanks of Norfolk suggest the council and developers may not have nature’s best interests at heart.

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Chamberlain Road – Stoke-on-Trent

An updated version of my music video ‘Chamberlain Road’, with some video scenes from around Stoke-on-Trent:

 

Chamberlain Road

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The incinerator’s burning late tonight
Hanging a cloud over all that I’ve known
The voices are calling out united
As they’re singing they’re victory home
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And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
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I’m running down Chamberlain Road

Walk with the old man to the Commercial
Sunday afternoon and a drink with the boys
They all wonder now if it was worth it
All those years of blood, sweat and toil
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running down Chamberlain Road

We stood and watched in mourning
As they tore the old stadium down
No more Saturdays in the Victoria
When you’re queuing for the bus out of town
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running down Chamberlain Road

The doors of the the Spode are all boarded
The factory’s a museum of what it used to be
They took all our coal and they burnt it
What did they leave for you and me?
And I’m running down Chamberlain Road
I’m running, I’m running down Chamberlain Road