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KEITH HOUGHTON

2005

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DREAMS AND SCHEMES

They're building a brand new shopping centre 

And another high-rise office block

There's now luxurious apartments

Where once stood a working dock

Architects dreams and planning schemes

Come together in the Capital of Culture

They talk of rejuvenation

And a promise of a brighter future

 

Where we'd see a closed down factory

They'd see a prime sight with retail potential

They say it's a buoyant consumer economy

Though shipyards are standing idle

Wine bars and fancy restaurants

Now share space with fashionable trendy shops

There's a giant D.I.Y superstore

On the street where I grew up

 

It doesn't seem that long ago

Since the motor car was king

When the flyover and the underpass

Would an end to congestion bring

But of course it just became grid locked

With no one going anywhere

And that heavy smell of exhaust fumes

Hung choking in the air

 

But again they've found the answer

Contained in their study report

The tramway and the bus lane

Prioritised public transport

So put your car aside, and park and ride

Let pedestrians reclaim the streets

But who'll count the cost, as more greenbelt is lost

Beneath a car park of flattened concrete

 

Libraries, parks and gardens

The list goes on and on

You don't know what you've really lost

Until it's finally gone

Services we took for granted

Now lie in ruins all around

For it's true, you can raise a tidy sum

Selling off another school sports ground

 

Because for generations they did nothing

As the city's problems grew

And the prosperity it was built upon

Disappeared to the pockets of a few

Though now they rejoice in their victory

And wallow in their glory

But there's places round here, where you will hear

A far more different story

 

Still, you probably think people like me

Just run this city down

Because we won't follow, refuse to swallow

All this crap that's flying around

With the cynics point of view, you can see right through

All the hype that's going on

For to me it's clear, I'll still be here

Long after, this Capital of Culture bandwagon has gone