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When it happened we walked through all the estates, fromManchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped a largeman on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks andstuff through his flat window. She had a way with people like that.Thanked us and we moved on.'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'EnglishScheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turnedit into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs hadworsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in praise ofthe track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephonevoices.I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West Germangovernment had brought over large yellow trains on Teeside docks.In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering aboutin the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town.I'm Joe TotaleThe yet unborn sonThe North will rise againThe North will rise againNot in 10,000 yearsToo many people cower to criminalsAnd government crapThe estates stick up like stacksThe North will rise again X4Look where you areLook where you areThe future death of my fatherShift!Tony was a business friendOf RT XVIIIAnd was an opportunist manCome, come hear my storyHow he set out to corrupt and destroyThis future risingThe business friend came round todayWith teeth clenched, he grabbed my neckI threw him to the groundHis blue shirt stained redThe north will rise again.He said you are mistaken, friendI kicked him out of the homeToo many people cower to criminalsAnd that government papWhen all it takes is hard slapBut out the window burned the roadsThere were men with bees on sticksThe fall had made them sickA man with butterflies on his faceHis brother threw acid in his faceHis tattoos were screwedThe streets of Soho did reverberateWith drunken Highland menRevenge for Culloden deadThe North had rose againBut it would turn out wrongThe North will rise againSo R. Totale dwells undergroundAway from sickly grindWith ostrich head-dressFace a mess, covered in feathersOrange-red with blue-black linesThat draped down to his chestBody are a tentacle messAnd light blue plant-headsTV showed Sam ChippendaleNo conception of what he'd madeThe Arndale had been razedShop staff knocked off their laddersSecurity guards hung from moving escalatorsAnd now that is saidTony seized the controlHe built his base in EdinburghHad on his hotel wallA hooded friar on a tractorHe took a bluey and he called TotaleWho said, "the North has rose again"But it will turn out wrongWhen I was in cabaretI vowed to defendAll of the English clergyThough they have done wrongAnd the fall has begunThis has got out of handI will go for foreign aidBut he Tony, laughed down the phoneSaid "Totale go back to bed"The North has rose todayAnd you can stuff your aid!And you can stuff your aid!

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