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Medway Man's Big Night Out

Medway Man is ready
For a night out
On this bouncing Victorian borough
A swinging gait for him
As he pushes through swinging doors
Into any number of rub a dubs
He swings a pint up
Before swinging back out
And into a music hall
And yeah baby, swinging music too!
He’d feel a right Charlie Chaplin
To not make hay
While the Medway shines
But by and by
For this Medway guy
The shine dulls away
The babble of Bable fades
The ships furl their sails anew
And set off for distant
And far richer shores
All fades to grey now
For where once
He painted the town red
It’s been dialled down to monochrome
As he weaves his way home
Past the shut down docks
Past the silenced music halls
And barred up pubs and...
Past shuttered shops
He can’t buy much optimism
He can’t see it for sale anywhere
Despite those 10% proof glasses
But if he squints a wee bit harder
And sees through the grime
Casts his eyes up to a Cov blue sky
He’ll see this battered town
Start to stir and rise
Medway Man and the Medway Towns
Things might have been rocky
But play it nice and sly
And like a battered boxer
Rise for another round
Drinks are on you Medway Man!
Written by KNUCKLES
Artwork by DENISE DOWDESWELL