The Nwra - Live

When it happened we walked through all the estates, from
 Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped a large
 man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and
 stuff through his flat window. She had a way with people like that.
 Thanked us and we moved on.
 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English
 Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned
 it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs had
 worsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in praise of
 the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone
 voices.
 I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German
 government had brought over large yellow trains on Teeside docks.
 In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about
 in the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town.
 I'm Joe Totale
 The yet unborn son
 The North will rise again
 The North will rise again
 Not in 10, 000 years
 Too many people cower to criminals
 And government crap
 The estates stick up like stacks
 The North will rise again X4
 Look where you are
 Look where you are
 The future death of my father
 Shift!
 Tony was a business friend
 Of RT XVIII
 And was an opportunist man
 Come, come hear my story
 How he set out to corrupt and destroy
 This future Rising
 The business friend came round today
 With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck
 I threw him to the ground
 His blue shirt stained red
 The north will rise again.
 He said you are mistaken, friend
 I kicked him out of the home
 Too many people cower to criminals
 And that government pap
 When all it takes is hard slap
 But out the window burned the roads
 There were men with bees on sticks
 The fall had made them sick
 A man with butterflies on his face
 His brother threw acid in his face
 His tatoos were screwed
 The streets of Soho did reverberate
 With drunken Highland men
 Revenge for Culloden dead
 The North had rose again
 But it would turn out wrong
 The North will rise again
 So R. Totale dwells underground
 Away from sickly grind
 With ostrich head-dress
 Face a mess, covered in feathers
 Orange-red with blue-black lines
 That draped down to his chest
 Body are a tentacle mess
 And light blue plant-heads
 TV showed Sam Chippendale
 No conception of what he'd made
 The Arndale had been razed
 Shop staff knocked off their ladders
 Security guards hung from moving escalators
 And now that is said
 Tony seized the control
 He built his base in Edinburgh
 Had on his hotel wall
 A hooded friar on a tractor
 He took a bluey and he called Totale
 Who said, "the North has rose again"
 But it will turn out wrong
 When I was in cabaret
 I vowed to defend
 All of the English clergy
 Though they have done wrong
 And the fall has begun
 This has got out of hand
 I will go for foreign aid
 But he Tony, laughed down the phone
 Said "Totale go back to bed"
 The North has rose today
 And you can stuff your aid!
 And you can stuff your aid!