Louis Dunford - The Angel [eX6DLNpjsUm]

Health Updated on August 05, 2026 EDT — Published on August 05, 2026 EDT

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Louis Dunford - The Angel (North London Forever)

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Director: Oscar J Ryan

Editor: Oscar J Ryan

The Angel Lyrics

As I walk these streets alone

Through this borough I call home

Upon the baron fields of Highbury

Neath the stadiums of stone

Through the turnstiles at The Angel

See the homeless on the green

From The Cally to The Cross

And every character in between

Pass the church, the mosque, a crack den

And the offie on the corner

See the brasses from the brothel

That pretends to be a sauna

Watch the bedlam in the bookies

See the winners and the losers

Seeking solace from their sorrows

In the local battle cruisers

Through the madness in the market

Weathered faces turn to greet ya

Hello guvnor, hows your mother?

you alright son, be lucky geeza classement al shabab al-nassr fc

Double pie and mash and liquor

A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap

Or watch retired gangsters bicker

Everyday in Arthurs cafe

The little fuckers causing trouble

For the cozzers make you smile

You meet ya muckers for a couple

Forget your troubles for a while

From The Thornhill to The Hemmy

All the faces are the same

The manor might be changing

But the people still remain

North London forever

Whatever the weather

These streets are our own

And my heart will leave you never

My blood will forever

Run through the stone

As I walk these streets alone

Through a kingdom made of Chrome

I see them ripping up the cobbles

And tearing down our childhood homes

I see the architecture changing

See the history disappear

And the skyline rearranging

Into towers of veneer

But I see the remnants of the London

That they thought they could erase

Every time I hear the old school

Talk about suzanne ashman the good old days

Every time I watch the football

Or have a ruby with the lads

See an hoister selling clobber

Or a dealer shotting bags

Its in the single mothers juggling

A baby and a job

In every single brother struggling

That wound up in the dock

Its in the roots and the foundations

Still clinging to the land

Its in the bricks that built The mothers day gifts Morland

And Popham that still stand

Its in my family and my friends

In every gram and every Benz

Its in the roots that you inherit

When a generation ends

Its in the ruins of your youth

And the faces of your past

Cause the manor may be changing

But the people always last