Maz O'Connor - Cable Street

Cutting through a West End Street
I see there’s tourists all around
They travelled here to see The Queen
But I don’t think that she’s in town

Trying to get my friends on the phone
They are all too stressed to speak
They get a good price for their soul
At the end of every working week

I am just following this rhythm in my feet
They want to carry me down the river to the east

Oh, take me to Jamboree
Oh, I’ll dance with a painter man
Oh, with gold shoes on his feet
Oh, and feathers in his hand

We will sing for Cable Street
I will miss the last train home
Nights like these way out east
I don’t feel alone

This city it is light and dark
This city it is old and new
There’s parties at the palace park
There’s bridges blocked at Waterloo

Taxis hit their horns and shout
There’s hippies standing in their way
The world is slowly burning down
But for them it’s still a working day

I am just following this rhythm in my feet
They want to carry me down the river to the east

Oh, take me to Jamboree
Oh, I’ll dance with a painter man
Oh, with gold shoes on his feet
Oh, and feathers falling from his hand

We will sing for Cable Street
I will miss the last train home
Nights like these way out east
I don’t feel alone

I fell in love on Cable Street
Now she’s falling at my feet

I will sing for Cable Street
I will miss the last train home
Nights like these way out east
I don’t feel alone

Written by:
Maz O'Connor, Will Gardner

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