Holm Flatt Street to Holm Flatt Street

Down Holm Flatt Street I followed my feet
Under the nagging of the towering chimneys
A ‘kick can’ shuffle to a pit-boot beat
Under the gabble of the towering chimneys
History’s a place where my mind goes
Looks for the answers someone knows
How many questions? Umpteen I suppose
In the shadows of the chimneys

From Holm Flatt Street to Holm Flatt Street

On Ashwood Road I was young and it showed
Under the gassing of the towering chimneys
The skies all along the horizon glowed
Under the gossip of the towering chimneys
Memory’s a place where my mind goes
Tries to decipher highs and lows
Open your ears and eyes, aye, and nose
To the shadows of the chimneys

From Holm Flatt Street to Holm Flatt Street

Smoke-haze in an air-raid shelter maze
The big labyrinth at the heart always

Now songs are the places my mind goes
Glistening in eaves and in overflows
Chivvying a yes from the endless no, no, no’s
In the shadows of the chimneys

From Holm Flatt Street to Holm Flatt Street

It all comes back with a Sally Ann chord
Under the gasps of the towering chimneys
A mucky little world when the furnace roared
Under the sighs of the towering chimneys
Houses were humped in rhymeless rows
Pipes in the outside toilet froze
Kids playing hop-scotch on tip-toes
Through the shadows of the chimneys

From Holm Flatt Street to Holm Flatt Street

Warm in the winter ice all day

‘let’s make a slide!’ some kid would say

I could have slaired my whole long life away

Through the shadows of the chimneys

From Holm Flatt Street to Holm Flatt Street

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