Fish - Exile On Princes Street Lyrics
I saw a blue umbrella in princes street gardenHeading out west for the lothian roadAn evening news stuffed deep in the pocketLittle did I know that he had a heavy loadI found I was walking griersons dockyardsWhere the only thing working was the foreign film crewsMaking an impressive documentaryFor the news, for the newsTo the satelliteAnd all were left with is the black, black oilWith a sense of pride and identityThe waters left behind we shouldnt forgetLaid low in the books of historyI saw the starlings wheel round georgian spiresTheyre gathering on patrol in the skiesIn the distance burns the flame of grangemouthAnd the dream is lostEverythingWhat it could inspireWhen we take, you know there is no distanceHow were talked about in the secret affairsTaking our ride into the distanceTo be what it was or could have beenWhat I should have saidAnd all were left with is the black, black oilWith a strong sense of national pridetill we take some more steps to unityTake it back to meTake away(? )And all were left with is the black, black oilWith a strong sense of national prideCalling the (ministry? ) for identityWhat it meant to me, what it saidWhat we could have hadI saw a blue umbrella in princes street gardenHeading out west for the lothian roadAn evening news stuck deep in the pocketLittle did I know that hed fallCarrying a heavy loadAnd all were left with is the black, black oilWith a strong sense of national prideCalling a name in the sake of unityWhat it meant to me youll never knowYoull never knowI see myself forced in servant exileTurning around at anothers commandAll I want to see is identityWhat I could have beenWhat I didCould have beenInternal exileInternal exile
