St Anthony: An Ode to Anthony H Wilson - Mike Garry & Joe Duddell

St Anthony St Anthony, Please come round

Because something is lost that cannot be found

Talk to me of Albion of Anderton and of art

Of the Arndale, Alan Turing, Acid House, Alexandra Park

Of Bez the Buzzcocks the bouncing bombs

And the beautiful Busby Babes

Of Curtis, Cancer Christies Catholicism

Crack and Kurt Cobain

Talk to me of all these things and there's one thing that's for certain

That I'll see the face and I'll hear the voice of Anthony H Wilson

Dance Design Durutti Devoto, Development of a dirty Northern City

De La Salle, Dignity, How in the end you hated all the pity

Elvis Engels and ecstasy, And a girl called Emmeline

And the hours that I spent watching you on me black and white TV

From So It Goes To Sunday Roast, You're enchanting, You're endearing, You're extreme

I saw you with elephants hosing down some dwarves on black and white TV

Factory fame financial muck ups, Poetic Form and The Fall

The 4th of June 1976 at the lesser Free Trade hall

Oh talk to me, Oh talk to me

Of Gretton God and Granada

And of Hooky and of Hannett, And how the fighting just got harder

Hamlet Ibsen The IRA, Jesus Mary and Keith Joseph

Joy Division, Judaism, The importance of the moment

Of Liam, London, Lust for Life, Of Louie Louie and Linneas Banks

Of Manchester, Music, Marijuana, Majesty, And Karl Marx

Of night Clubs new bands New Order Oppenheimer, Orchesteral Manoeuvres in the Dark

And all those topical Late night intellectual chat shows like The other side of midnight and After Dark

Come and talk to me of all these things and there's one thing that's for certain

That I'll see the face and I'll hear the voice of Anthony H Wilson

That I'll see the face and I'll hear the voice of Anthony H Wilson

Talk to me of Peterloo of praxis police and pride

Talk to me of Pontius Pilot of Power, Corruption and lies

Of the Queens and the queers and the quiet ones all shy and self effacing

Just like Morrissey but not Mark E Smith or Shaun Ryder when he's been free basing

Johnny Rotten, Regeneration, Richard and Judy, And Vini Reilly

That stupid yellow circular face now known simply as a smiley

Righteous red rebellious ridiculous, down Rochdale and Regent road

You see I want to hear the sound of the Salford soft boy moan

Tony Talk to me in the sacristy of a school called De La Salle

Of the poets preachers philosophers Tony, talk to me I'm feeling sad

Of Saville, Shaw the Smiths Stone Roses, That smile so smug the swagger

I want to hear it from the mouth of an honest Northern Blagger

Tony talk to me of the Sex Pistols, Of Substance, The streets the sounds

The sniffed and snorted stolen swigged multi million pounds

Then talk to me of the Greatest ever Man United team

Greg, Burns, Jones, Edwards, Robson and Roy Keane

Was it Best, Law, Charlton, Stiles and Eric Cantona

All the unknown Pleasures of the doubles and the Trebles, Incantations from the stars, Tony

Talk to me half pissed, Talk to me half stoned

Talk to me as a boy when I'm sat in my Fallowfield council home

Talk to me on the telly, Then talk to me on the radio

Talk to me at the opening of some arty farty show

Talk to me of vision virgin victory and violence

But don't leave me sat in the Hidden Gem listening to the buzz of the silence

And talk to me of Warsaw, Drug wars trendy flats within warehouses

But when it comes to footy Tony – don't talk to me about the scousers

And all the Xray Spex, And all the X Ray tests, And X Ray therapies

And all the X wife chats on XFM, The best youth worker I ever dreamed

You're me Yin and Yang, You're me master plan of an independent Northern scene

Talk to me of Yoric, Yonkers, Youth club banter, Yeats – come and talk to me

Wilson Talk to Me, Yeats Talk to Me

Zeitgeist talk to me, Tony Talk to Me

Wilson talk to me, Zeitgeist talk to me

Tony Talk to Me, Tony Talk to Me, Come on Talk to me

Wilson talk to me

Wont you talk to me, Come on talk to me