Bradford City Hall is a Grade I listed, 19th century town hall in Centenary Square, Bradford, West Yorkshire, England, and is notable for its landmark bell/clock tower.
The building was designed by Lockwood and Mawson, and opened in 1873.
Before its relocation, between 1847 to 1872, the town hall had been the Fire Station House in Swain Street. In 1869 a new triangular site was purchased, and a competition held for a design to rival the town halls of Leeds and Halifax. The local firm of Lockwood and Mawson was chosen over the other 31 entries. It was built by John Ives & Son of Shipley and took three years to build at a cost of £100,000. It was opened on 9 September 1873, on a very wet day by Matthew Thompson, the mayor.
It was first extended in 1909, to a design by Norman Shaw and executed by architect F.E.P. Edwards, with another council chamber, more committee rooms and a banqueting hall. It was extended again in 1914 with a new entrance and staircase in baroque marble by William Williamson and listed grade I on 14 June 1963.
Bradford City Association Football Club (also known as The Bantams, and previously The Paraders) is an English association football club based in Bradford, West Yorkshire, playing in League Two.
The club was founded in 1903. It was immediately elected into Division Two of the Football League despite not having played a previous game. Promotion to the top tier followed in 1908 and the club won the FA Cup in 1911, its only major honour. After relegation in 1922 from Division One, the club spent 77 years outside the top flight until promotion to the Premier League in 1999. City stayed up, with a then record low of 36 points, in the first season in the Premier League. Relegation followed the following season. Since then a series of financial crises have pushed the club to the brink of closure. The financial pressures have resulted in two more relegations to its current position in League Two. They are the lowest-ranked of all former Premier League clubs.
The club's colours are claret and amber and they play their home games at Valley Parade. The ground was the site of a fire on 11 May 1985, which took the lives of 56 supporters.
Coordinates: 53°48′00″N 1°45′07″W / 53.8000°N 1.75206°W / 53.8000; -1.75206
Bradford (i/ˈbrædfəd/) lies at the heart of the City of Bradford, a metropolitan borough of West Yorkshire, in Northern England. It is situated in the foothills of the Pennines, 8.6 miles (13.8 km) west of Leeds, and 16 miles (25.7 km) northwest of Wakefield. Bradford became a municipal borough in 1847, and received its charter as a city in 1897. Following local government reform in 1974, city status was bestowed upon the wider metropolitan borough.
Bradford has a population of 293,717, making it the fourteenth-most populous settlement in the United Kingdom. Bradford forms part of the West Yorkshire Urban Area conurbation which in 2001 had a population of 1.5 million and is part of the Leeds-Bradford Larger Urban Zone (LUZ), the third largest in the UK after London and Manchester, with an estimated population in the 2004 Urban Audit of 2.4 million.
Historically a part of the West Riding of Yorkshire, Bradford rose to prominence during the 19th century as an international centre of textile manufacture, particularly wool. It was a boomtown of the Industrial Revolution, and amongst the earliest industrialised settlements, rapidly becoming the "wool capital of the world". The area's access to a supply of coal, iron ore and soft water facilitated the growth of Bradford's manufacturing base, which, as textile manufacture grew, led to an explosion in population and was a stimulus to civic investment; Bradford has fine Victorian architecture including the grand Italianate City Hall.
In local government, a city hall, town hall or (more rarely) a municipal building or civic centre, is the chief administrative building of a city town or other municipality. It usually houses the city or town council, its associated departments, and their employees. It also usually functions as the base of the mayor of a city, town, borough, or county.
By convention, until the mid 19th-century, a single large open chamber (or 'hall') formed an integral part of the building housing the council. The hall may be used for council meetings and other significant events. This large chamber, the 'town hall', (and its later variant 'city hall') has become synonymous with the whole building, and with the administrative body housed in it. The terms 'council chambers', 'municipal building' or variants may be used locally in preference to 'town hall' if no such large hall is present within the building. Sometimes, like Birmingham Town Hall in the English Midlands, municipal buildings act as a public social venue and as a building completely separate from the administrative centre; Birmingham uses the Council House for local governance.
The Bishop of Bradford is the Ordinary of the Church of England Diocese of Bradford, in the Province of York
The diocese covers the extreme west of Yorkshire, and has its see in the city of Bradford where the seat is located at the Cathedral Church of Saint Peter.
The Bishop's residence is Bishopscroft, Bradford.
The office has existed since the foundation of the see from part of the Diocese of Ripon in 1920 under King George V. The current (and possibly last) diocesan Bishop of Bradford is Nick Baines, since 21 May 2011.
I'll meet you outside the city halls,
I'll be standing on the step of the hall,
And we wait until i find you.
You said "Be there or be square and meet me outside the
hall".
Well how can i refuse such an elequent misuse of a
phrase that i never would.
In the back of your mind,
You leave it alone,
But after you leave you'll be breathing alone.
Could I,
Could I,
Could I circle.
What could I,
could I,
could I circle.
What could I,
could I,
could I circle,
could I. Ooooh.
We're still by the side of city halls,
And 5 minutes is a month in the past,
When noones waiting for find you.
And people stop and stare at the outside of the hall,
And other lifes we don't succeed,
But the rain in albient street,
Fills a silence that no worlds could.
In the back of your mind,
You leave it alone,
But after you leave you'll be breathing alone.
Could I,
Could I,
Could I circle.
What could I,
could I,
could I circle.
What could I,
could I,
could I circle,
could I. Ooooh.
Could I,
Could I,
Could I circle.
What could I,
could I,
could I circle.
What could I,
could I,
could I circle,
All you people up there in City Hall,
You're fuckin' it up for the people that's in the streets.
This is a song for the people in the streets,
Not the people City Hall.
All you motherfuckers in the streets it's time to rise up,
Come along children and fuckin' rise!
Lots of times when me and KG are watchin'
All the fuckin' shit that goes down at City Hall,
We get the feeling we should fuck shit up,
Yeah we should fuckin' start a riot.
A Riot!
We have 'em screaming in the streets,
we have 'em tippin' over shit and breakin' fuckin' windows of small businesses,
and settin' fuckin' fires!
and settin' fuckin' fires!
and settin' fuckin' fires!
And then after the smoke is cleared,
and the rubble has been swept away,
me and KG will peek out our heads.
We've been watching the riots on a monitor twenty floors below sea level,
from a bunker.
We did it Rage-Kage, we beat the bastards of City Hall!
But now what will we do?
We must rebuild. But who will lead us in the rebuilding process?
Man, it's got to be someone with the know-how
and the elbow grease to lead us to a new land.
No, not me and KG, we don't have the cognitive capacity to lead...
Alright, we'll do it!
We'll lead as Two Kings,
We'll lead as Two Kings.
Ahhhaaa (Two Kings, we'll lead as Two Kings)
Ah-ha ah-how,
We'll lead as Two Kings.
The first decree is to legalize marijuana.
The tyranny and the bullshit's gone on too long.
You old fuckin' shrivs who blocked it's legalization,
you're banished from the land!
We'll lead as Two Kings,
We'll lead as Two Kings.
Ahhhaaa (Two Kings, we'll lead as Two Kings)
Ah-ha ah-how,
Lead as Two Kings.
The second decree: no more pollution, no more car exhaust,
or ocean dumpage. From now on, we will travel in tubes!
We'll lead as Two Kings, oh, yeah,
We'll fuckin' lead as Two Kings.
Get the scientists working on the tube technology, immediately.
(Tube technology.) Chop, chop, let's go.
Third decree: no more... rich people: and poor people.
From now on, we will all be the same... ummm, I dunno,
I gotta think about that...
We'll lead as Two Kings
Ah yeah, ah yeahhhahahaha.
Ha-ha-ho-hee, ha-ha-ho-hee-ha-ha-ho-ho-ho-ho.
Oh my God.
Ahh... What?
Dude, the red phone is flashing.
Oh, yeah.
Let me scoop that up. Hello? Two Kings.
Who is it?
What?! No! No fucking way!
What?
Rage, there's a potato famine in Idaho, you gotta go down there!
Oh my God... what?
Dude, I gotta stay here!
Why do I have to go?
Please! Please!
Oh, God, okay.
Awesome... is he gone? Alright, emergency meeting of Parliament.
All right Parliament, I know this is fucked up,
but Rage, he can't be King anymore.
Dudes, he's encroaching on my decrees!
Seriously, let's make him "Duke," a kick ass "Duke."
Or "leader formerly known as King," but-- uh-oh he's comin' back...
We'll lead as Two Kings, oh yes
we'll really lead as Two Kings.
Uh, dude?
Rage.
I went all over Idaho...
Yeah?
Uh, plenty of potatoes everywhere.
What? There was no famine?
Yeah, there was no famine, no.
Dude.
I don't know what's uh...
A toast...
A toast...
Long live the "D."
Long live the "D."
Long live me. I'm sorry, I poisoned your wine.
What?
For the good of the land.
You p-- I poisoned yours... huh heh, as well.
Noooooooooo!!!!!
City, city, city, city, city, city, shitty.
Shitty, city, shitty, shitty, city, city, shitty.
Hall, hall, hall, hall, hall, hall, hall, hall.
People inside me are askin' me to smoke up City Hall,
'Cause no one here is talkin'.
People inside me are askin' me to blow up City Hall,
'Cause no one here is rockin'.
People inside me are askin' me to blow up City Hall,
'Cause everyone is Rock-'em Sock-'em Robots.
Everyone is Rock-'em Sock-'em Robots.
Everyone is Rock-'em Sock-'em GO! OH!
Don't, cut that part out.
We've got it.
Um, do you believe in God?
I believe, I believe.
You do?
I believe in God. I believe in God.
Y'do--
I believe in God.
Do you?
I believe in God.
Malibu Nights
Yeah, but you didn't fuckin' come out with this (one)--!
I got some lyrics.
Malibu nights, tangerine dreams,
Malibu neighs, Malibu dreams,
Malibu, makin' a poo.
Stinky poo, lookin'd view.
Because it's time for my breakfast,
It's time for some cheese.
It's time for the stink,
time for the breeze,
Me and my baby on a February holiday
'Cause we got the news
Yeah we got the news
500 miles and we're gonna make it all the way
We got nothing to lose
Got nothing to lose
Been ten years waiting
But it's better late than the never we've been told before
We can't wait one minute more
Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine at City Hall
Me and my baby been through a lot of good and bad
Learned to kiss the sky
Made our mamas cry
Seen a lot of friends, after giving it all they had
Lay down and die
Lay down and die
Ten years into it
Here's our window at the Vegas drive-thru chapel
Ain't too much for 'em all to handle
Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine at City Hall
Outside they're handing out donuts and pizza pies
For the folks in pairs
In their folding chairs
My baby's looking so damn pretty with those anxious eyes
Rain-speckled hair
And my ring to wear
Ten years waiting for this moment of fate
When we say the words and sign our names
If they take it away again someday
This beautiful thing won't change
So oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine
Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You never seen a sight so fine
The city hall in my mind, met last night
Rumors of reelection started to fly
It's my funeral today, my funeral today
I laid it down Underneath the sound
It's my principle concern, my principle concern is what you say
But I wanted it this way.
Cause I'm throwin down without a fight
You're more than welcome to look around
Consult your checklist go underground
I'll claim a stake here inside the frame
But I'm going under another way
I won't return after today
So I'm at liberty to say what's on my mind
And it some I like
You can't watch me, you can't make me like before
When I was yours when all I wanted was the door
So I'm throwin down without a fight
You're more than welcome to look around
Consult your checklist go underground
I'll claim a stake here inside the frame
But I'm going under another way
Decision on the dock head
Make up your mind and if you get consensus
Drop me a line
The city hall in my mind, got together last night
Rumors of reelection started to fly
The city hall in my mind, met last night
Rumors of reelection started to fly
It's my funeral today, my funeral today
I laid it down Underneath the sound
It's my principle concern, my principle concern is what you say
But I wanted it this way.
Cause I'm throwin down without a fight
You're more than welcome to look around
Consult your checklist go underground
I'll claim a stake here inside the frame
But I'm going under another way
I won't return after today
So I'm at liberty to say what's on my mind
And it some I like
You can't watch me, you can't make me like before
When I was yours when all I wanted was the door
So I'm throwin down without a fight
You're more than welcome to look around
Consult your checklist go underground
I'll claim a stake here inside the frame
But I'm going under another way
Decision on the dock head
Make up your mind and if you get consensus
Drop me a line
The city hall in my mind, got together last night