Marchtown from Glasgow by Findlay Napier

Marchtown Emma Pollock

Let’s walk down to Marchtown
Before it became home
To the soil not yet built on
And the factory gates
To the Lands of Westfield while they sit and they wait
For the breaking of new ground

No squalor in Marchtown
Where the sinners repented
To the station dismantled
Through the gate we reclaimed
From the bushes and trees on which we carved our names
With all limbs entangled

She lost the fight in spite of crossing palms with silver
And neither sister nor the bell and fish would save her
In defence of adulterous Queens
It’s goodbye to Marchtown

What have they done Marchtown?
They’ve crowded and cut you up
Pushing in the people till the sirens ring
Hands over their ears cause the walls are too thin
And change makes a strange sound

But I’m seeing signs that I’m losing my mind
Stuck in Marchtown It’s fine
Just not every day,
All this green, what a wonderful scene
But why is it that I only see red today?
Got to get away

In this pocket of plenty
I’m rescued from roaming
I have surely lost count of the houses I’ve known
But this one I count on cause this one is home
No more running on empty

• Folk
• acoustic
• folk pop
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• songwriter
• Glasgow