Travelling Songs
Oh motorway, motorway,
where have you bin,
oh motorway where are you stopping?
I've bin down to London
to pick up the King
to take him up north to go shopping.
Oh bring him to us
for a Pontefract cake
and we' 11 light up the sky with a rocket
No, I in taking him home
with the killings he made
with some fluff that he found in his pocket.
Simon Armitage once said, `Describing yourself as a poet is
often seen as a challenge or even an alibi. In those circumstances,
it's worth having a few tunes up your sleeve to prove it.'
In Travelling Songs, Armitage offers just that - a
handful of lyrics and verses written over a number of years,
many being commissioned to celebrate or commemorate public
events, others being part of larger projects in theatre, radio
and television. The result is a kind of busker's handbook,
erotic, witty, melodic.
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