So I was on me daily run last night and this song came into me head, and I was wondering if anyone could finish it off for me since these are the only lines I know. sob

I'am coming home Newcastle, I wish I'd never been away, I'd walk the street aal day and night for a bottle of ya heddy howay........

Thats' me lot....

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2001

Answers

I don't even know if it's a real song or not or just something some lonely geordie made up (not me) Help uz oot man!

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2001

i think it's 'old brown ale' to finish off. def. a real song but I can't remember who or when done.

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2001

Is it not Lindisfarne in their later years?

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2001

Also: "I'm coming home Newcastle, I wish I'd never been away, to stand in the dark in St.James' Park in the Gallowgate end in the rain...", IIRC. :@)

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2001

I've got a copy on an old LP. I'll have to dig it out of a box to get the lyrics. It was done by a group called "Busker". I think the LP is called "Songs of the Tyne".

I found it on the web - available on a cd at http://www.movingmusic.co.uk/mus/mus254.htm

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

I've got a copy on an old LP. I'll have to dig it out of a box to get all the lyrics. It was done by a group called "Busker". I think the LP is called "Songs of the Tyne".

I found it on the web - available on a cd at http://www.movingmusic.co.uk/mus/mus254.htm

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

I have a feeling it was brought out before one of the Cup Finals in the 70's - possibly the LCF v Man City in '76.

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

It's called "Home Newcastle" by Busker. I've got it on a cd called "Toon Army Tunes a tribute to Newcastle United". The cd also features KK and Gazza's attempts at recording careers. ;-)

The label is called Richmond Records, but it looks like a division of Cherry Red Records, website www.demon.co.uk/cherryred. Dunno if the address still works, I'm just taking it off the cd liner notes.

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

Is it

"I'm coming home Newcastle cos Keegans back again i'm coming home Newcastle to be a part-time geordie seeking fame"

Or could it be "I'm coming home Newcastle to patronise the locals with my money I'm coming home Newcastle to look at my mates as if they are funny(cos they still live here!)"

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

Nah, that must be a mackem all-time favourite, sk.

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

From memory (not sure of the order of the chorus lines):

I had to come to London 'cos I couldn't find a job
but I don't intend to stay long if I make a few quick bob
it's cold up there in summer, it's like sitting insid a fridge
but a wish a was on the quayside looking at the old Tyne Bridge

I'm coming home Newcastle you can keep your London wine
I'd walk the streets aal day aal neet for a bottle of the river Tyne
I'm coming home Newcastle I wish I'd never been away
I'd kiss the ground for the welcome sound of me mother saying "hinny howay"
I'm coming home

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

Another chorus is something like:

I'm coming home Newcastle I might as well have been in jail
I'd walk the streets aal day aal neet for a bottle of the old Brown Ale
I'm coming home Newcastle if you never win the cup again
I'll brave the dark at Saint James's Park in the Gallowgate end in the rain
I'm coming home...

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

And I'm proud to be a Geordie and live in Geordieland
some people think we're bawdy and just hard to understand
and they say it's just seld pity, and we're not so very tough
but the people in the big fat city haven't had it half as rough

chorus

and I miss the old blind busker, that stands at Fenwicks door
He plays a mean accordion you've all seen him there before
And I love the geordie pop groups there's so many famous names
like Lindisfarne and even Brendan Foster and the Gateshead Games..

chorus...

well it's summat like that anyho..

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

And of course there's always The Wildhearts who really liked having to go to London to make it in the music industry:

Greetings From Shitsville

The paper's hanging off the walls
There's roaches dancing in the hall
You still pay a fortune to crawl down Misery Street
The euthanasia dream brigade
Are melting in the Hampstead shade
The zombies of life they parade down Misery Street

So come on over with something to do, baby
I need the company
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three
Why we stay here God only knows
It's not the scenery
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three
Greetings now from Shitsville, London

And all my neighbours disappear
The second that I get too near
I stick out like elephant ears on Misery Street
It gets so hard to sleep at night
The left of me the drunks still fight
While sirens scream off to the right down Misery Street

So come on over with something to do, baby
I need the company
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three
Why we stay here God only knows
It's not the scenery
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three
Greetings now from Shitsville, London

The heating's set on sauna and the carpet's getting thin
My vacuum cleaner's blowing out instead of sucking in
I drink myself to coma, so that sleep escapes the din
And start this shit all over again

So now I've got a brand new day
To tackle in the same old way
The ducking and diving of bills that arrive
And there's seemingly hundreds to pay
So...

So come on over with something to do, baby
I need the company
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three
Why we stay here God only knows
It's not the scenery
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West Three
Greetings now from Shitsville, London
Greetings now from Shitsville, London
Greetings now from Shitsville, London

Not to mention:

Down On London

Hi, I feel low
Like I just don't know which way to go
It's a game, it's a play
And it's waiting to blow any day

'Cause I want it, need it, shit it and breathe it
Breaking the thorn in my side
With the hollow views and the last week news
I'm inclined to be blind out of something to do

In the town
I never get enough of it
Town
I only get too much of it
Town
I'm falling out of love with it
The price goes up, the lights go down
I'm so sick of London town

Cold, to the bone
And I still don't know which way is home
And the chains keep me tied
To the parasite city of life

To the fakers, mimers, two feet climbers
Let's drink a toast to the town
When the stories are banned try to hold me down you
Make me thankful for who I am

In the town
I never get enough of it
Town
I only get too much of it
Town
I'm falling out of love with it
The price goes up, the lights go down
I'm so sick of London town

I used to hear them blowing on the radio
I'd hear the music and I'd go to see the show
They don't mean much to me, all the same
Like I'm standing in a crowd with only myself to blame
Yeah

Should I go for the throat?
Or just wade through the quicksand?
Of this rock and roll wasteland
Instead of sleazing around
Like a Guns 'n' Rose
While they're choking on whisky
To complete the pose
Let the good times roll!

In the town
I never get enough of it
Town
I only get too much of it
Town
I'm falling out of love with it
The price goes up, the lights go down
I'm so sick of London town

But when talking about missing home:

Geordie In Wonderland

Now that I've changed and the rest have all stayed
Well why do I feel so confused?
Some of the best of me plans have been laid
And some of me best moments used

I've been out for the count in a Mexican bar-o
Stranded in nowhere with a-nothing but me

Oh lads I did understand I'm a Geordie in Wonderland

Some of the shit has sprouted in roses
And some of the roses have died
Forced by meself to follow conviction
And ignore what I'm missing inside

I've been loved by the sweetest and hated by heroes
Lies still surprise and the friends come and go
Oh lads I did understand I'm a Geordie in Wonderland

I've had praise, I've had ridicule, either meant nothing
Faced with the task of tomorrow's demands

Oh lads I did understand I'm a Geordie in Wonderland
Oh lads I did understand I'm a Geordie in Wonderland
Oh lads I did understand I'm a Geordie in Wonderland

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2001

well it's a funny old world... my copy of the Busker single just turned up! I'd lost it years ago but as all the vinyl is being moved up to the loft it has turned up.

1981 on Lynx records - words and music by Ronnie Lambert
Engineered and produced by Jon Craig at Lynx Studios of Stoddart Street, Shieldfield, The Toon.

Pleased to see I got the lyrics just about spot on except the chorus's are the other way round.

-- Anonymous, December 11, 2001