In Manchester we sing
We create, use verse,
To converse and sing.
Our mission, to fission,
rhyme and relics
To find truth and
Power
In sentences, chords, and shouts
Even in the shower.
Anthems or quiet solo
Tunes, both, we don't care
Give your thoughts the air
And someone will listen and stare
Their dream found
Out loud- it's there.
I'm not the first,
Nor surely the last
To put words down, to understand
the past.
Elbow, The Smiths, Oasis, and more
From the Buzzcocks, and punk to
Acid house raves,
The hacienda of daze past, and
sankeys now
Parklife in the summer (yet always
rain)
The Stone Roses on the island, to the
Deaf Institute stage
We won't judge,
Canal street to Hulme,
We'll call it ours,
So make it your home.
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