PROPPING – Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music)
There’s a big brown photograph I bet you’ve seen,
Of young men propping up walls,
Hanging in the bank by the cash machine<
And women in boots and shawls,
It’s the same street back hundred years or so,
People nothing to do and nowhere to go,
But hang around and watch the world turn,
Propping up wall.
Looking down on me from a day gone by…
Caught in the clicking of a dead man’s eye…
As I paid in my wages from a job down south,
I’d just come home to feed the family mouth,
And hang around and watch the world turn,
Propping up walls.
Young men propping up walls,
Women in boots and shawls,
Tomorrow’s only what the past dragged in
And how the penny of the rich man falls.
I came outside, what did I see?…
And some of them young ‘uns looking older than me…
Bricks and mortar from a bygone year,
The one support you’re going to find ‘round here,
So hang around and watch the world turn,
Propping up walls.
By the supermarket rocking wide-eyed kids…
And counting pennies on the bean-can lids…
Feed your kids up to be big and strong,
Because their time’s coming and it won’t be long,
To hang around and watch the world turn,
Propping up walls.
And I dream at night in a pale brown tint…
They’ve turned this town into a sepia print…
Promise’s promise is a real routine,
Anyone will tell you what the next day means,
Hanging around watching the world turn,
Propping up walls.