HIGH STREET BLUES
Venture out and stroll around
Any high street, any town,
The evidence is there to see
That in our recent history,
Towns and cities fell with ease
To multinational companies.
They're identical - like pods of peas,
Nondescript like processed cheese.
It's burger bars and coffee shops,
Chain stores selling fashion tops,
Pound shops flogging everything
Cheap as chips, for price is king.
"this could be Cardiff or Kettering"
The Beautiful South might sing,
"And Aberdeen and Chichester,
Are dead ringers for Doncaster."
It's the little shops I miss so much,
The independent's personal touch.
Confectioners selling home-made sweets,
Bakers shops with tea-time treats,
Family grocers, butchers too,
They loved to share a laugh with you.
But once big business took control,
No wonder high streets lost their soul.
I could go on but what's the use?
I've got it bad - the High Street Blues.