Edgware Road
We should love our beautiful differences Somewhere on a street or an alley Where parallel worlds meet There is no clash of civilizations It is someone’s fantasy of domination The river always reach the sea… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
The receiving end of society Get your tickets and passes ready Come aboard the bus of your dim destiny Riding to toil and back to sleep The digging machine of time Cuts long deep furrows in our life line Everyday somebody will get on the wrong bus Photo Hugh Ardoin The Estates of Emergency Gallery
The privatized guards now stand guard And the undead punks still here to challenge But the Carnaby Street spirit is gone Like the Beatles’ song, on a hello-goodbye Rule Britannia is the vague souvenir Of a lost and lackluster empire Hardly breathing under the mask Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery