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Goddamn Europeans!
Take me back to beautiful England
And the grey, damp filthiness of ages,
And battered books and
Fog rolling down behind the mountains,
On the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.
Let me walk through the stinking alleys
To the music of drunken beatings,
Past the Thames River, glistening like gold
Hastily sold for nothing.
Let me watch night fall on the river,
The moon rise up and turn to silver,
The sky move,
The ocean shimmer,
The hedge shake,
The last living rose, quiver.
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Take me back to beautiful England
And the grey, damp filthiness of ages,
And battered books and
Fog rolling down behind the mountains,
On the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.
Let me walk through the stinking alleys
To the music of drunken beatings,
Past the Thames River, glistening like gold
Hastily sold for nothing.
Let me watch night fall on the river,
The moon rise up and turn to silver,
The sky move,
The ocean shimmer,
The hedge shake,
The last living rose, quiver.
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Lyrics submitted by stentorian
Track duration: 02:21
"The Last Living Rose" as written by Polly / Harvey
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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hastily sold for nothing."
Is this about Gordon Brown selling off our gold reserves for f all?
From Wikipedia:
Between 1999 and 2002 Brown sold 60% of the UK's gold reserves shortly before gold entered a protracted bull market, since nicknamed by dealers as Brown Bottom. The official reason for selling the gold reserves was to reduce the portfolio risk of the UK's reserves by diversifying away from gold. The UK eventually sold about 395 tons of gold over 17 auctions from July 1999 to March 2002, at an average price of about US$275 per ounce, raising approximately US$3.5 billion. By 2011, that quantity of gold would be worth over $19 billion, leading to Brown's decision to sell the gold being widely criticised.
Goddamn' Europeans!
Take me back to beautiful England,
And the grey, damp filthiness of ages, and battered books,
And fog rolling down behind the mountains,
And on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.
The thing is, I posted these lyrics a few weeks ago, and took them from the official booklet, which does not include that line.