All Gone Away - Paul Weller

    The wind blows whispers down the street,
    Having free reign with the town so bleak -
    Like everything else it's - all gone away.
    The Town Hall clock gives forth its chime,
    For no-one there to ask the time -
    Like everything else they've - all gone away.

    The Grocer's shop hangs up its sign
    The sign say's closed it's a sign of the times -
    Like everything else they've - all gone away.

    But somewhere the party never ends
    And greedy hands rub together again -
    Shipping out the profits that they've stolen

    An eerie wail comes from the pit,
    The ghosts of the men take the morning shift -
    Just like clockwork - rusting away.

    Come take a walk upon these hills
    And see how monetarism kills -
    Whole communities -
    Even families -
    There's nothing left so - They've all gone away

    Marco Giunco
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