Heartlands (feat. Louis Jopling)

Only few people understand
This river flows beyond the sand
It soars and pours it's ponder drink
To storm the shores, dilute the ink

Shattering banks and breaking lands
This rivers got other plans
Gushing out of amplifiers
Splashing up from deep fat fryers

Beads like sweat on heads of nutters
Overflowing from the gutters
Into the pints the locals sink
You'll never sup a sweeter drink

It falls from dreary skies in rain
And sprays from crying eyes of bairns
Its puddles pounds to soak your socks
And scrambles on the Humber docks

It calls, it meets, it roars and speaks
Slowly it flows but never sleeps
It stirs up a brooding sadness
Peels method apart from madness

Who knows the depths its current flows
Within our blood, across our toes
Only these people understand
Their river flows upon the sand
Out on that wild river Humber
Where the heartlands are a slumber