I moved down to Durham when I was 10, and this is a love letter to it. It treated me well. And also to the house I shared in second year at Newcastle with Stu and Ellis, two wonderful friends from Durham life.
This house is reaching breaking point, it's splitting at the seams,
Thank god the seams are made of brick and strengthened with concrete.
But at 21 I can't complain, nearly all of those I love,
Are within just 20 miles of me, and a phone call finds the other ones.
And the single glazing lets in all the noises of the street from down below.
It's not the comfort that my parents have, but I have come to call this home.
Well two short decades isn't much, but it's enough to know,
The sting of loss, feel guilt and shame, and to fear what is unknown.
Well it's fun to be a bitter man like the heroes on tv,
But I'm starting to think this model is alienating part of me.
It's tricky when you're led to believe it will all work out in the end.
It tends to create apathy and distract from the days events.
This summer is the turning point as all my friends come home,
To a town that took me in and raised me as one of it's own.
On the hill, half drunk, we fell in love, it scared me half to death,
I'll defend it and go back there til my final dying breath.
released May 19, 2011
Written and performed by Marches and Maneuvers
Recorded and produced by Darron Atkinson
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