anderson, of a painter - pendarren street (live on radio) lyrics
clouds hang heavy on pendarren street
where little children play, the world at their feet
’til the hiders and seekers are all called in to eat
cars crowd the street and the houses so clean
in modern makeup look like prime property
near the rhymney river clear of heavy industry
tv chatter drafts through the open front door
of the house where my mother was born
and her father wrote stories of thе mines and the wars
wherе kids now tell mother
there’s some stranger who stares
with tears in his eyes
and hands in his pockets
where their wide+eyed faces
now leave the windows
and the door shuts with a frown
on a garden of roses
i close my eyes and feel the passing of years
and smell the coal dust as the cars disappear
and a black and white movie becomes re+released
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