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my ode to cardiff entitled 'green shield stamps'
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Personal Walking through Cardiff Centre today
Took me back to yesterdays
When the city screamed provincial
And the shopping distinctly local
Now the same shops lined neat
On most of Britains high streets
The shape of this city has changed
Much different to yesterdays
The dace of 70’s facades
David Morgans, Jacobs Bazaar
green shield stamps; remember you?
Spillers records; vinyl too
The old central library
And the shops, much more variety
The only places to get late food
Caroline street, the Taurus too
Everywhere else shut early
A lack of late bars especially
We have Jamies Italian now
The people of Cardiff, Stirling pound
Most worship instead of god
Reflected in bigger parking lots
I couldn’t help but harp back
To the days of the top rank
And dodgy clubs on Charles Street
The only late hostilerys
When St Davids opened its doors
People of Cardiff; bowled over
Now we are truly spoilt for choice
That’s if you hear materialism’s voice
Not forgetting down the bay too
Was windswept, dark with prostitutes
Nothing going on there at all
Little boats stuck in the mud of the channel
The Arms Park changed it’s name
Direction too, into feng shui
Ask yourself is this progress?
This city’s changed, stood the test?
Of time or letting you down
Are you happy or wear a frown
In the days of the Top Rank
Yes everyone still got tanked
But can’t remember much fighting at all
Now I’m told can be mental
Busses are better, access too
I’m sure lots of things to help you
Do you remember green shield stamps?
On the Hayes, were they better days?
My jury is out today.
For everything, always a price to pay
