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Shed

Crispin Thomas

Wednesday, July 12th, 2000

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 now my nan had a shed in the garden
and the bloke down the road’s got one too
but there was a shed that i lived in for years
it was magic and rusty and blue
and the iron was all corrugated
the rooftop was leaky and old
you got soaked to the skin when the rain came in
but the Shed at the Bridge had soul

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 and we clapped underneath with the faithful
and the skinheads much later on
and the endless big blokes with their bugles
how the memories go on and on
being squashed in like sardines at cup-ties
when security didn’t exist
when they moved to and fro you just had to let go
because most of the crowd were all pissed
it was epic and concrete and awesome
sixty eight thousand or so
I got passed down the front on the hands of the crowd
to watch Greavesie get five in a row

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 but when tragedy struck we all realised
at Bradford and Hillsborough we knew
that nothing’s as precious as this life itself
and the days of the shed grew few

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 so I put up a shed in my garden..got my mem’ries and dreams in there too
and I go in there now to remember in my own shed all painted and blue
yes I go in there now to remember on weekends with Radio Five
and I think to myself as I stand in my shed I’m the luckiest bugger alive

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 cos I don’t have no nice numbered seating
no that ain’t a part of my dream
cos there’s something strange about having to sit
when you wanna stand up for your team
and I’m left with my shed in my garden
and the bloke down the road’s got one too
but there was a shed that i lived in for years
it was magic and rusty and blue
and the iron was all corrugated the rooftop was leaky and old
you got soaked to the skin when the rain came in
but the Shed at the Bridge had soul

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