Cricklewood Blues

Verse 1

Concrete

Grey slabs and old gum

London is leaking from the edge of a rainy thumb

Waiting

Still waiting

No magic on the Broadway

Just a bus in the way

Dull

Heavy

Slow

The clocks are all melted in the rain

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

No gold on the ground

No joy to be found

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Post-Chorus

Hey hey

Cricklewood

Hey hey

Cricklewood

Verse 2

Rust

Brown stains on the gate

Boredom is a heavy weight

Dusty

Tired

Limp

The sparrow is a tiny pimp

I sat

I stared

I stood

Life is made of rotten wood

Torn

Thin

Gone

The sky is a pale uniform

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

No gold on the ground

No joy to be found

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Bridge

Maybe a dragon is hiding in the shed

Maybe a tiger is sleeping in my bed

But the tea is cold

And the bread is old

And the story is already told

Guitar Solo

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

No gold on the ground

No joy to be found

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Post-Chorus

Hey hey

Cricklewood

Hey hey

Cricklewood

Outro

Nothing at all

Just a hole in the wall

Nothing at all

Watch the rain fall

Cricklewood

Cricklewood

Cricklewood

Dead wood

No good

Cricklewood