Like a lambs carcass slashed, the sky looks white with a stain of red
Through Goldhawk Road I tread
Breathing in the morning due, but feeling dead
Should have turned back, but walk on instead
The Goldhawk Road, I have stumbled upon
My Headphones blocking out society with my favourite song
Seeing the couple argue, he's claiming he's done nothing wrong
But she's not listening to his pleas; she's saying she can't go on
As the cars drive by, carrying other peoples dreams
I put pull my beanie over my head and my hands go in my jeans
The Goldhawk Road Like it's name, is not what it seems
Like a tin of peas, which are actually, beans
As I walk past the parked cars, pubs and strip bars
And the bouncers with bottle faced scars
I'm just another admirer of peoples lives in jam jars
Down the Goldhawk Road, I gaze up upon the stars
A daydreaming tourist in my own city
Trying to find my way back to safety
Stopping to stroke the stray kitty
Down the Goldhawk Road, a beehive of pity.
Recently i have had to make a choice..stay in London or move out near my brothers to the countryside? London can be a dirty, rough tough and edgy place to live..But i head down Goldhawk Road at least once a week. To watch QPR or to the Shepherds Bush Empire to catch a gig..it's multi cultural, it's diverse it f'ing crazy..put it's home and i LOVE it!!
