Songtext zu 'The Nwra' von The Fall

When it happened we walked through all the estates,
from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington,
helped a large
man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking
bricks and
stuff through his flat window. She had a way with
people like that.
Thanked us and we moved on.

'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was
'English
Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano
and turned
it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs
had
worsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in
praise of
the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in
telephone
voices.

I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West
German
government had brought over large yellow trains on
Teeside docks.
In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days,
wandering about
in the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit
town.

I'm Joe Totale
The yet unborn son
The North will rise again
The North will rise again
Not in 10,000 years
Too many people cower to criminals
And government crap
The estates stick up like stacks
The North will rise again X4
Look where you are
Look where you are
The future death of my father

Shift!

Tony was a business friend
Of RT XVIII
And was an opportunist man
Come, come hear my story
How he set out to corrupt and destroy
This future Rising

The business friend came round today
With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck
I threw him to the ground
His blue shirt stained red
The north will rise again.
He said you are mistaken, friend
I kicked him out of the home

Too many people cower to criminals
And that government pap
When all it takes is hard slap

But out the window burned the roads
There were men with bees on sticks
The fall had made them sick
A man with butterflies on his face
His brother threw acid in his face
His tatoos were screwed
The streets of Soho did reverberate
With drunken Highland men
Revenge for Culloden dead
The North had rose again
But it would turn out wrong
The North will rise again

So R. Totale dwells underground
Away from sickly grind
With ostrich head-dress
Face a mess, covered in feathers
Orange-red with blue-black lines
That draped down to his chest
Body are a tentacle mess
And light blue plant-heads
TV showed Sam Chippendale
No conception of what he'd made
The Arndale had been razed
Shop staff knocked off their ladders
Security guards hung from moving escalators

And now that is said
Tony seized the control
He built his base in Edinburgh
Had on his hotel wall
A hooded friar on a tractor
He took a bluey and he called Totale
Who said, "the North has rose again"
But it will turn out wrong

When I was in cabaret
I vowed to defend
All of the English clergy
Though they have done wrong
And the fall has begun
This has got out of hand
I will go for foreign aid
But he Tony, laughed down the phone
Said "Totale go back to bed"
The North has rose today
And you can stuff your aid!
And you can stuff your aid!