Fifty metres from the railway crossing and I can smell cloves in
the early evening. A few minutes later, around the corner andacross
the street, a band warms up in the Cornish Arms. This is the inner
city I came for, the one that I want.
Fifty metres from the railway crossing and I can smell cloves in
the early evening. A few minutes later, around the corner andacross
the street, a band warms up in the Cornish Arms. This is the inner
city I came for, the one that I want.