Greg Brown
london
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I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
- Album:
- The Evening Call
- Milk Of The Moon
- Over And Under
- Covenant
- Solid Heart
- Slant 6 Mind
- Further In
- The Poet Game
- Bathtub Blues
- Dream Café
- Down In There
- One Big Town
- One More Goodnight Kiss
- Songs Of Innocence And Of Experience
- In The Dark With You
- One Night
- The Iowa Waltz
- 44 & 66
- Yellow Dog
- Miscellaneous