hollydolly
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Found this posted elsewhere... for those who don't know... ''The high street '' in the UK is the generic name for any town centre streets where we once had all our independent shops, and stores... now with Malls and Huge out of town retail parks, and online shopping.. they are becoming just streets for cafes, nail salons and charity shops...
I don’t go down the High Street now there’s nothing for me there.
It’s full of shops that do your nails or cut and colour hair.
I don’t go down the High Street now and neither does my wife.
What used to be a thriving hub is now devoid of life.
They’re building shops way out of town there’s nowhere else to go.
The High Street I’m afraid to say has hit an all-time low.
The High Street used to sing and dance, at least it did to me.
But now it’s sadly out of step and painfully off-key.
But way back in the heyday when the High Street was the king, oh you could spend all day down there and buy just anything!
But now the king has lost his crown, no longer does he reign.
He’s been dethroned by hyper stores and supermarket chains.
Just like a vampire in the night, they swooped down from the sky.
They forced the people out of town and sucked the High Streets dry.
We used to have so many shops for all that we might need.
For furniture for shoes and clothes and cakes or books to read.
Butchers bakers fishmongers sold fresh and wholesome stuff.
And though our families were not rich we all ate well enough.
But now they’ve gone, it’s progress see..
yes all have been replaced by takeaways and coffee shops with all their plastic waste!
With automatic checkout tills appearing everywhere.
No conversation, pleasantries or anecdotes to share.
I heard it said that money talks, at first I had my doubts.
And I was right it does not talk, that money bloody shouts!
It’s always been the same of course it’s human nature see.
We have to travel with the times that’s how it has to be.
And kids today they say I’m old and I of course agree.
They say the future is for them and not the likes of me.
My answer flutters on the breeze, a flag that’s flown half-mast. “I wouldn’t want your future, kids... I much prefer my past.”
I don’t go down the High Street now there’s nothing for me there.
It’s full of shops that do your nails or cut and colour hair.
I don’t go down the High Street now and neither does my wife.
What used to be a thriving hub is now devoid of life.
They’re building shops way out of town there’s nowhere else to go.
The High Street I’m afraid to say has hit an all-time low.
The High Street used to sing and dance, at least it did to me.
But now it’s sadly out of step and painfully off-key.
But way back in the heyday when the High Street was the king, oh you could spend all day down there and buy just anything!
But now the king has lost his crown, no longer does he reign.
He’s been dethroned by hyper stores and supermarket chains.
Just like a vampire in the night, they swooped down from the sky.
They forced the people out of town and sucked the High Streets dry.
We used to have so many shops for all that we might need.
For furniture for shoes and clothes and cakes or books to read.
Butchers bakers fishmongers sold fresh and wholesome stuff.
And though our families were not rich we all ate well enough.
But now they’ve gone, it’s progress see..
yes all have been replaced by takeaways and coffee shops with all their plastic waste!
With automatic checkout tills appearing everywhere.
No conversation, pleasantries or anecdotes to share.
I heard it said that money talks, at first I had my doubts.
And I was right it does not talk, that money bloody shouts!
It’s always been the same of course it’s human nature see.
We have to travel with the times that’s how it has to be.
And kids today they say I’m old and I of course agree.
They say the future is for them and not the likes of me.
My answer flutters on the breeze, a flag that’s flown half-mast. “I wouldn’t want your future, kids... I much prefer my past.”
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