Northern Soul

Travel up North go back in time

Sun shines bright behind a blind

Food and sleep give way to

Tenderness between old friends

You talk a lot and my ears overload

Rest by a drum machine instead

In Leeds I see your origin

A gothic wave began here too

You have a madness which you control

There is a trust from so long ago

Were some moments when I wasn’t sure

Through your hate you push a nerve

To create, share words

With your voice, beats and tones