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Lost In London - The Tangent

Lost In London. A true story from 198?

Words - Andy Tillison

Music - Andy Tillison & Guy Manning

I ended up in London several hours ahead of time,

In the small hours of the morning and they'd even closed the Circle Line,

I'd hitch-hiked it in one lift! The kind of trip of which you dream -

Until one day you don't need it, then you get it!... so it seems.

I wandered in from Acton, even passed the BBC,

Imagining that one day they'd all be interviewing me,

I've got a rendezvouz this morning with Virgin A & R

I'm a hopeful with a bag of tapes, and Shank's Pony for a car...

I'm a Yorkshire Kid in London - and I need lots of space

Winding roads and open fields you don't have in this place,

I'm here to see your empire, is it true what I have heard?

You've got more people here than Sweden,

But it's the loneliest place in the world.

Found an "all-night-cafe" but I didn't stay too long,

I didn't have much money (besides, this was someone else's song)

I saw the aisles of Knightsbridge. I even gigged the Albert Hall!

But in all the hours of wandering, talked to nobody at all.

McEnroe was losing, for the first time which seemed - wrong!

And the Virgin guy was watching while he listened to my songs,

I don't know if he heard them with so much drama on the screen,

But I didn't sign a contract, - it was Andy: "Love-Fifteen!!"

I was a Yorkshire Kid in London, I didn't understand,

All the chaos and the "MIND THE GAP!!!" in your gold-paved business land,

I was so small you could have eaten and never sensed the taste,

I was David, you - Goliath

But my stones just went to waste.

Instrumental...

At Brent Cross Shopping Centre, thumb pointing back up home,

A wiser man is waiting for some kindly soul to pull over,

I end up with protesters, who tried to stop a war,

But they went ahead and fought it, and I guess to me that matters more.

We're all Yorkshire Folk in London when it comes to being heard,

We give our all but no-one hears or notices one word,

And thought a million voices tell us not to go and take Iraq,

We still went in, and we still haven't come back.

Poignant Instrumental.