I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appals;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
But I still love it and could not live anywhere else. Anywhere that could give the world Soul II Soul is good by me:
Not a big fan of Paul Weller in general but this captures the essence of London for me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FL_P4jnQs3M&feature=PlayList&p=008ADF495FC3F24E&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=7
And obviously:
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appals;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
But I still love it and could not live anywhere else. Anywhere that could give the world Soul II Soul is good by me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiimhNjU_qc