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Junior Bill

by Junior Bill

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1.
There’s a wolf in Grangetown There’s a wolf in Grangetown There’s a wolf in Grangetown Ey yo, wallahi, swear down There’s a wolf in Grangetown There’s a wolf in Grangetown There’s a wolf in Grangetown Oooooooowwwwwww, swear down! I swear down It’s got claws It scared the boys when they were selling their draws It’s on the prowl with fried chicken in its jaws It’s climbing up the block to the 13th floor Don’t lie to me Say wallahi Told my sisters and they seen it too They said it shoulda been locked up in Bristol Zoo Cos there’s a wolf in Grangetown There’s a wolf in Grangetown There’s a wolf in Grangetown Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, swear down On Clare Road I seen its tail Flash around the corner and my face went pale It’s scaring the cyclists on the Taff trail And as it went past the mosque everybody bailed Don’t lie to me Say wallahi Saw it howling on the roof The CCTV got conclusive proof Of a wolf in Grangetown There’s a wolf in Grangetown In the light of day It was a dog that went astray With no collar around its neck But I was too scared to have a check
2.
Romas 04:34
She sits in purple jogging bottoms The other kids, didn’t want em She’s got blim burns, jet black curls It’s safe to say she’s one of the girls The girls and boys of the poet’s corner New-Plasnewyddian fauna Keep each other near, hold their families dear Life is tough when you’re not from round by yur But why do we play in different parks? Why do the police focus on certain streets? It’s in the smashed out windows and tougher concrete We only swing to certain beats It’s a patch of ground, we don’t hang around And those who reside got pushed to the side It’s for the Czechs This one’s for the Romas and the Czechs They don’t no respect This one’s for the Romas and the Czechs Now everybody’s calling for their heads They don’t like your Burberry threads “Someone went through my bins again They want what I’ve got so we can’t be friends Tearing up City Road in your Mercedez Benz They must be living a life here at my expense What pretence. Let’s keep them the other side of the fence!”
3.
There's a bomb in the docks from World War II And no one knew what to do There's a bomb in the docks from World War II And no one knew what to do Councillors, old sailors too None of them had half a clue So keep this between me and you There's a bomb in the docks from World War II One cold night in '43 Under rubble and debris An unexploded bomb was found Near the Curran's factory The council wanted it thrown away Locals wanted it on display Docks, Bute, Tiger Bay None of them would have their say We rats had nowhere to hide Where to hide? Where to hide? Waiting for the Butetown blitz to subside To subside, to subside With swallowed pride 'Cause no one knew quite what to do With the bomb in the docks from World War II Deep beneath the city streets For centuries we've lived in peace But we're taking the bomb for ourselves For the good of the community We are the last blast of the old filth From before the bay was built We now claim what's rightly ours And tonight blood will be spilled We are the keepers of this city, this city, this city We're gonna blow up the Mermaid Quay, the Mermaid Quay, the Mermaid Quay
4.
Sob stories unfold The end of Connaught Road You hear the smashing of windows In the still of the night The men of Plasnewydd With cars and guns to play with Under a shady terrace Go on undisturbed Gonna need a bigger rug To hide all you featherweight thugs Peoples proud and picaresque Make way for the picturesque Gonna need more paper To cover the crannies and cracks Hide the destitute and dispossessed Lay the old world down to rest But oh, don't you wish you'd been there? There brushing steam from your hair There with the gulls bickering On old Cardiff winds Pen-Y-Lan slumbers City Road rumbles Lonely sex workers stumble And dealers cavort The African barbers Home to a snake charmer Oh, I think they'd probably harm us If you crossed their path Glory be to shopping centres God give us Marks & Spencers Breathe life back into the streets With capitalist ventures There came a razing tide Pushed the people to the side Washed away the riff raff Forever up the river Taff

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released November 15, 2018

Rob Nichols - vocals, guitar
Joel Beswick - keyboards
Rory Saunders - bass
Jim Strickland - drums

Recorded and produced by Andrew Sanders at King's Road Studios
Mastered by Matthew Evans

Percussion - Jon Cole
Trumpet - Laurence Collier

Backing vocals - Luke Owen, Maddie Jones, Mike Johnson, Sally Thomas, Francesca Dimech, Tumi Williams, Peanut Williams, Hjordis Moon Bradford, Dan Lambert

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