{"id":3722,"date":"2008-10-30T01:27:58","date_gmt":"2008-10-29T23:27:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/?p=3722"},"modified":"2008-10-30T01:27:58","modified_gmt":"2008-10-29T23:27:58","slug":"drengene-fra-nordlondon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/drengene-fra-nordlondon\/","title":{"rendered":"Sent drama i Nordlondon"},"content":{"rendered":"

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THE LONDON BOYS<\/p>\n

Bow Bells strike another night
\nYour eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache
\nYou’ve bought some coffee, butter and bread
\nYou can’t make a thing cause the meter’s dead
\nYou moved away
\nTold your folks you’re gonna stay away<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street
\nYou hope you make friends with the guys that you meet
\nSomebody shows you round
\nNow you’ve met the London boys
\nThings seem good again, someone cares about you<\/p>\n

Oh, the first time that you tried a pill
\nYou feel a little queasy, decidedly ill
\nYou’re gonna be sick, but you mustn’t lose face
\nTo let yourself down would be a big disgrace
\nWith the London boys, with the London boys<\/p>\n

You’re only seventeen, but you think you’ve grown
\nIn the month you’ve been away from your parents’ home
\nYou take the pills too much
\nYou don’t give a damn about the job you’ve got
\nSo long as you’re with the London boys<\/p>\n

A London boy, oh a London boy
\nYour flashy clothes are your pride and joy
\nA London boy, a London boy
\nYou’re crying out loud that you’re a London boy
\nYou think you’ve had a lot of fun
\nBut you ain’t got nothing, you’re on the run
\nIt’s too late now, cause you’re out there boy
\nYou’ve got it made with the rest of the toys
\nNow you wish you’d never left your home
\nYou’ve got what you wanted but you’re on your own
\nWith the London boys<\/p>\n

Now you’ve met the London boys
\nNow you’ve met the London boys
\nNow you’ve met the London boys<\/p>\n

\u00a9 David Bowie<\/span><\/p>\n

Se og h\u00f8r ‘The London Boys’ her.<\/a><\/p>\n

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THE LONDON BOYS Bow Bells strike another night Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache You’ve bought some coffee, butter and bread You can’t make a thing cause the meter’s dead You moved away Told your folks you’re gonna stay away Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street You hope you make friends with the … L\u00e6s videre Sent drama i Nordlondon<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n