The Five Bridges Suite by The Nice Lyrics
FIRST BRIDGE
(Instrumental)
SECOND BRIDGE
Five bridges cross the Tyne
And the city sits close by
For some go north and some go south
But each one seems to cry
There's no good complaining 'bout dirty air 'cos there's nothing much else to breathe
And it's no good shouting from nine to five if you haven't got the guts to leave
You do not want to leave
Then you make yourself believe
You've got something up your sleeve
Won't you take a walk with me down to the Jesmond Dene
Very Green
THIRD BRIDGE
Take me to Northumberland Street
Where Northumberland people test their feet
On a pavement
On a crowded afternoon
And no one wants to change this
But I bet they'll do quite soon
Take me to the new town hall
With the light show on the wall
In the evening
All crimson, green and blue*
Has your mother ever noticed?
Perhaps she will quite soon
Take me to St James's Park
Where St James's people park their feet
On a Saturday
United there they stand
Now everybody's dad's there**
With a bottle in his hand
Take me down to Grey Street
Where no great people ever meet
On Grey Street
It's all too very calm
I don't suppose you've been there
That don't change the rule
FOURTH BRIDGE
(Instrumental)
FIFTH BRIDGE
Five bridges cross the Tyne
And the city sits close by
For some go north and some go south
But each one seems to cry
It's no good complaining 'bout dirty air cos' nothing much left to breath
And it's no good shouting from nine to five if you do not want to leave
You do not want to leave
Then you make yourself believe
That you've got something up your sleeve
Because you do not want to leave
And so you make yourself believe
* 'green' might be 'cream'
** or 'Everybody stands there, with a rattle in their hand'
- the non-orchestra version sounds like this, but the version on the 'Five Bridges' album sounds like the lyric given
(Instrumental)
SECOND BRIDGE
Five bridges cross the Tyne
And the city sits close by
For some go north and some go south
But each one seems to cry
There's no good complaining 'bout dirty air 'cos there's nothing much else to breathe
And it's no good shouting from nine to five if you haven't got the guts to leave
You do not want to leave
Then you make yourself believe
You've got something up your sleeve
Won't you take a walk with me down to the Jesmond Dene
Very Green
THIRD BRIDGE
Take me to Northumberland Street
Where Northumberland people test their feet
On a pavement
On a crowded afternoon
And no one wants to change this
But I bet they'll do quite soon
Take me to the new town hall
With the light show on the wall
In the evening
All crimson, green and blue*
Has your mother ever noticed?
Perhaps she will quite soon
Take me to St James's Park
Where St James's people park their feet
On a Saturday
United there they stand
Now everybody's dad's there**
With a bottle in his hand
Take me down to Grey Street
Where no great people ever meet
On Grey Street
It's all too very calm
I don't suppose you've been there
That don't change the rule
FOURTH BRIDGE
(Instrumental)
FIFTH BRIDGE
Five bridges cross the Tyne
And the city sits close by
For some go north and some go south
But each one seems to cry
It's no good complaining 'bout dirty air cos' nothing much left to breath
And it's no good shouting from nine to five if you do not want to leave
You do not want to leave
Then you make yourself believe
That you've got something up your sleeve
Because you do not want to leave
And so you make yourself believe
* 'green' might be 'cream'
** or 'Everybody stands there, with a rattle in their hand'
- the non-orchestra version sounds like this, but the version on the 'Five Bridges' album sounds like the lyric given